You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 67 Drugged

Shen Mochen pulled her into his arms, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips. His tone was soft, but his words were laced with jealousy, "Why are you crying, sweetie? Is it a pity you didn't get to leave with your sweetheart?"

Yu Nanqing froze for two seconds, her crimson eyes trembling, as the anger from the slap mark on his face rose again. She bit her lip, like a rabbit that had been provoked, and stomped hard on his leather shoe, cursing him as a bastard, before angrily turning and walking outside.

She had only taken a couple of steps when she was grabbed by the waist and pulled back. Her struggling hands were tightly restrained until she felt a mild pain in her buttocks. Only then did she calm down, humming softly, her ears trembling as he coaxed her.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so jealous." Shen Mochen leaned down and rested his head on her shoulder. His head was still dizzy from being drugged, and the restlessness in his body was getting stronger because of the fragrance of his beautiful wife.

His Adam's apple bobbed as the image of Chen Qing and Yu Xiaoqing standing together flashed through his mind. A surge of anger rose within him, and unease and anxiety swirled in his heart, finally culminating in a mournful question: "Goodness...when did you meet him?"

Yu Nanqing slowly stopped manipulating his fingers, moved her feet, turned around to face him, and met his suddenly reddened eyes. Her heart trembled, her nose stung, and a feeling of heartache welled up inside her.

She reached out and covered his face, her fingertips gently tracing the handprint on it. Her throat tightened. "We just met. He found my brooch in the lobby. Just now, because I couldn't get a taxi, he offered to give me a ride."

After explaining, she lowered her eyes, her other hand twisting the sheer fabric of her skirt, her voice gradually softening, "Shen Mochen, why aren't you replying to my messages?"

Shen Mochen paused for two seconds, then reached into his suit pocket and pulled out his shattered phone. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes, but when he looked at Yu Nanqing, his expression softened. "I'm sorry, the phone is broken. I didn't receive it."

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, her mood improving somewhat. She looked away from her unreliable, broken phone and hesitated before asking another question, "You...have a good relationship with Xia Yue?"

"Is my little darling jealous?" Unlike his previous tone, there was a hint of joy in his deep voice.

Yu Nanqing's ears turned red, and she pinched his waist in embarrassment and indignation, "No, don't change the subject."

Shen Mochen raised an eyebrow. Seeing that his obedient wife was no longer angry, he bent down, picked her up, put her in the car, and kissed her impatiently.

As he kissed her, he breathlessly explained, "We're not close. The old man came to the company today and gave me a cup of water that's supposed to be good for male potency."

Yu Nanqing's pupils dilated as she broke free from his mouth, craning her neck to look at him. "You believe me?"

Shen Mochen exhaled, pulled her back, bit her lips, licked and sucked them, and pretended to unbutton his shirt. "...No news."

"That…"

"So he knocked me unconscious when I wasn't looking." Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Shen Mochen carried Yu Nanqing closer to the car and then reached out to close the door.

"Just for Xia Yue's birthday party?"

Yu Nanqing pushed away his face, which was leaning closer again, and shrank back.

She was eager to hear what had happened, and Shen Mochen was eager to have sex with her.

The two pushed and pulled back and forth until Yu Nanqing got angry. Only then did Shen Mochen regain his senses, pull out his hand that had been inside her skirt, and obediently sit on the other side of the chair with his hair disheveled.

Seeing that he wouldn't come any closer, Yu Nanqing withdrew her foot from his waist and abdomen, her heart trembling under his fierce gaze. "You... continue."

"He wanted me to marry Xia Yue. After knocking me unconscious, he drugged me with aphrodisiacs, wanting me to have sex with that woman." Shen Mochen's voice was a little hoarse. He was holding back a lot. He raised the partition, turned off the car lights, and stripped himself naked.

"I overheard the old man telling his henchmen that the amount of medicine he gave me was enough to poison a cow."

Yu Nanqing was taken aback, only then noticing that he did seem a bit abnormal.

"Then, in order to remain chaste, I went crazy and was slapped by the old man before I escaped."

"The results had just come out when I saw my little darling wearing a pretty and sexy dress, about to get into another man's car."

My heart is breaking.

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, shifted her hips, and consciously moved closer to his chest, poking his abs with her fingertip. "Although what you told sounds like a legendary story, I reluctantly believe it because I like you."

"Don't be ungrateful." Seeing him curl his lips and have a strange light in his eyes, Yu Nanqing's eyelids twitched and his voice rose a little.

With the misunderstanding cleared up, Yu Nanqing's heart, which had been leaking air, felt full again. He rolled down the car window and called out to Yu Yan, who was deep in thought, facing a tree not far away, "Assistant Yu, we can go now."

Yu Yan turned around and saw Shen Mochen nod in acknowledgment before he responded softly and got into the car.

"Assistant Yu, to the hospital."

"Huh?!" Shen Mochen, who was fantasizing about what positions he and his wife would use later, felt like the sky was falling when he heard this.

The drug was indeed potent, so potent that he couldn't think of anything except his wife.

Yu Nanqing was startled by his sudden questioning voice. She glanced at his frowning and depressed face and felt inexplicably smitten.

But she didn't soften her stance because of this; after all, the side effects of administering the same drug to a cow to a human were unknown.

As Yu Nanqing was about to get off the bus, she encountered another problem.

Shen Mochen absolutely refused to put on clothes.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Yu Nanqing got tired, sat back down, and tugged at her skirt. "If you don't wear it, I won't wear it either. Let's run naked into the hospital together."

Shen Mochen's expression froze for a moment. "You dare?"

"See if I dare." Yu Nanqing's beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly raised, her skirt rolled up to her thighs, finally making someone give in.

"Enough, sweetie, I'll put it on." Shen Mochen frowned, pressing down on her hand and slowly pulling down the rolled-up skirt. Reluctantly, he put on the clothes, then snuggled against her, meeting her disgruntled gaze. His thin lips parted slightly, like a rogue, "It's hot..."

He didn't want to go to the hospital.

He just wants to have sex with his wife...

"It won't be hot in a bit." Yu Nanqing held his sweaty hand, her brows furrowed with worry.

Although everyone knew that Shen Mochen was physically strong, people are always afraid of the unexpected.

Fortunately, there was nothing serious. The doctor gave him an IV drip, and the blush on Shen Mochen's face and neck gradually faded away after a while.

Yu Nanqing, holding an ice pack, knelt on the hospital bed like a devoted and loving wife, applying the ice pack to his face.

"The old man's strength is really strong." She complained in a low voice. She used to think that the old man was brain-dead and never realized that he was also quite strong in combat.