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

Chapter 37 Unilateral Cold War

“…” Yu Nanqing stared at him, remaining silent for a long time, “Let’s go downstairs, I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

"Okay," Shen Mochen replied softly, reaching out to take her hand.

Yu Nanqing frowned, struggled for a moment, then looked up to meet Shen Mochen's dark eyes. She moved her lips and said, "Your hands are sweaty, don't hold my hand anymore."

Shen Mochen lowered his eyebrows slightly, annoyed that he had a shrewd mind and couldn't continue to pretend to be confused and shamelessly pester her.

He didn't know what he had done to upset her.

He didn't blame her for leaving without saying goodbye, nor did he call her a heartless bastard.

"Brother Mo Chen!" As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Xia Yue rushed over like a mobile surveillance camera.

Yu Nanqing glanced at her, then looked at Shen Mochen before stepping out of the elevator and walking towards the lobby.

Although the atmosphere over there was irritating, at least if she didn't speak, people would assume she was mute.

Watching her heartless back, Shen Mochen sighed and glanced coldly at Xia Yue, "Stay away from me."

After saying that, he strode after Yu Nanqing and hugged her tightly around the waist, ignoring her resistance.

As he sat down, he turned his head and threatened fiercely, "If you push me away again, I'll kiss you to death in public."

Old Master Shen didn't come out until it was time to eat. He looked around, saw Yu Nanqing, snorted coldly, and walked straight to the head of the table.

Yu Nanqing was in a bad mood and didn't bother with him. She smashed the food that Shen Mochen had put in her bowl into tiny pieces, sprinkled some chili powder on it, and pushed it back to Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen glanced at her, placed his bowl in front of her, and silently ate her disastrous cooking.

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, stretched her foot under the table to hook his calf, and slipped her fingers inside his clothes to haphazardly touch his abs.

Seeing him pause and his ears turn red, she smiled smugly and stretched out her hand with satisfaction.

But her hand was grabbed as soon as she pulled it back. Shen Mochen stared at her with an ambiguous expression and wiped her hand clean with a wet wipe.

"Snapped!"

Seeing the two so affectionate, Old Master Shen's face turned ashen. "Eat your meal, don't do things that corrupt morals!"

The person in question remained unfazed, but Xia Yue, standing to the side, was exceptionally enthusiastic. She stood up, her bright eyes fixed on Grandpa Shen with an innocent and guileless expression, and asked, "Grandpa Shen, who are you talking about?"

Grandpa Shen paused slightly, thinking the child looked silly.

After a moment of silence, his imposing manner subsided. "It's okay, eat yours."

“Okay, Grandpa Shen!” Xia Yue responded loudly, and then sat back down.

The people at the table also silently lowered their heads and ate their food.

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"Miss Xia is quite an interesting person, isn't she?" Standing outside the car door, Yu Nanqing glanced down at the man tying her shoelaces and said abruptly.

Shen Mochen paused slightly, stood up to wipe his hands, then eagerly pulled her into his arms and tentatively kissed her cheek, "Are you jealous, sweetie?"

"No." Yu Nanqing turned her head away with a cold face, pushed him away, and got into the car.

Shen Mochen pursed his lips, let out a soft breath, and then got into the car.

"Whether she's interesting or not has nothing to do with me. My heart and eyes are only for my sweetheart." He sat down next to her, not daring to hug her, afraid that she would get angry again and run away.

Upon hearing this, Yu Nanqing felt even more heartbroken. She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

It's not the same person! The "darling" he called out to wasn't her at all!!

But... why is she so angry? Isn't this perfect? ​​Once she's maxed out the male lead's affection level, she can leave without any burden.

Thinking about it made her feel a little better. She rolled down the car window, turned her head to let the cold wind blow on her, and tried to calm herself down.

"Wife, please don't ignore me." Shen Mochen couldn't stand her ignoring him like this, so he leaned over and carefully tugged at the hem of her clothes.

"You can hit me or scold me, but you have to let me know that you still care about me." His eyes reddened, and his moist eyes looked pitiful.

Yu Nanqing's heart ached terribly, as if it were tangled in hemp thread. She moved her lips, turned to look at him, and met his eyes. The words "I don't have you in my heart at all" that were about to come out were swallowed back. "...I want to be alone."

"…good…"

Shen Mochen slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, his gaze falling on the neon lights outside the window, and a man suddenly came to mind.

He paused slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he leaned in and knelt before her in an odd posture. "Who is Jingjing? Ye Zejing? You still can't forget him after all!"

He suddenly knelt down and questioned her sharply, which startled Yu Nanqing. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of doubt.

Who is Ye Zejing?

After some prompts from the system, she realized that this person was another of the original owner's unwanted romantic interests.

He played too cleverly, but the truth eventually came out, and he was sent to jail.

"Say something." Shen Mochen looked at her, his eyes reddened, his eyelashes slightly damp, and his amber pupils filled with her image.

Yu Nanqing's heart was scalded. She pursed her lips, looked up, and pulled her hand away from his grasp. "Are you being unreasonable? I meant the quiet."

Shen Mochen was slightly taken aback. He tugged at the corner of his lips, lowered his eyes, and murmured, "...Oh, the quiet of quiet."

Seeing his appearance, Yu Nanqing felt that she was really doomed.

What kind of strange emotion is this bittersweet feeling that's spreading through my heart?

Shen Mochen got up reluctantly, sat alone for a while, but couldn't help himself. He turned to look at Yu Nanqing, hesitated for a moment, then moved over and hugged her again.

"Wife, I can't help it, I feel restless if I don't hold you."

"You know, my dad didn't care about me when I was little..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered. He looked at Yu Nanqing, his long eyelashes fluttering gently, and he stubbornly refrained from licking her palm.

Once their lips were released, he spoke again, "Wife?"

"Don't give me that." Yu Nanqing glanced at him, no longer resisting his embrace, but spoke again with a stern face, "Was this how you used to treat me?"

Shen Mochen paused slightly, and when she brought it up, his eyes darted around, "No, we haven't even held hands."

If he could, he really wanted to go back in time and slap his past self who had pretended to be dead.

Upon hearing this, Yu Nanqing's brow twitched slightly. "Then do you prefer the me of the past, or the me of now?"

"I like them all!" Shen Mochen said confidently, knowing he could answer the question.

He had barely finished speaking when he was slapped across the face, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

"...Qingqing?"

Yu Nanqing glared at him.

They all like this piece of trash.

That night, Shen Mochen was locked out and punished by being forbidden from sharing a bed with his wife.

The gloating ball kept nudging him, its tail wagging rapidly.

Shen Mochen, kneeling in front of the door, glanced at it coldly and said, "If you keep loitering around here, I'll shove you bald tomorrow."

"You idiot, get out."

He knelt until midnight before quietly opening the door and going in, silently climbing onto the bed and pulling the person into his arms.

He stroked Yu Nanqing's face with his fingertips, and after a while, he let out a soft breath.

They really have no conscience; they really want him to kneel outside until he dies.

He wouldn't let her succeed.