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

Chapter 27 It's a pity I married a mentally ill man.

He was truly wronged. It's almost the end of the month, and he's only touched her five times in total.

"Let's buy these three books." After half an hour of picking, Yu Nanqing finally made her choice, handed the tablet to Shen Mochen, and waited quietly for him to pay.

Across the long corridor, a gaze was fixed intently on this side.

The young man, dressed in a youthful manner, toyed with the cup in his hand, his eyes filled with greed.

Ever since Sophia showed him the woman's picture, he's been obsessed with her.

This was the first time he had ever seen a woman look this good, both obedient and beautiful.

Unfortunately, she married a mentally ill man.

I imagine he was frequently beaten and verbally abused at home.

But that doesn't matter, he'll soon become her savior.

As he was thinking, the corners of his lips turned up, but he was caught off guard when he met the gaze of the woman who suddenly turned her head to look at him.

He paused, his heart pounding, and raised an eyebrow in what he thought was a cool gesture.

Yu Nanqing glanced at him lightly, then looked away indifferently.

As soon as she sat down, she vaguely sensed that someone was watching her, and that gaze was different from the one Shen Mochen was giving her; it was lewd and disgusting.

Shen Mochen naturally noticed it as well. He rested his chin on his hand and subtly tightened his embrace around Yu Nanqing.

He was thinking about whether to gouge out the man's eyes or just kill him.

This is his wife; not just anyone can covet her.

The bookstore offers takeaway services, and Yu Nanqing chose a pink gift box and even wrote a note inside.

Shen Mochen stared at her, his eyes practically overflowing with jealousy.

But he couldn't let Yu Nanqing think he was a petty man, so when she looked up at him, he naturally looked away and pretended not to care.

Just as they were about to board the car, Yu Nanqing noticed Shen Mochen's unusual behavior.

He said there was something going on at the company and asked Yi Yan to take her home.

This would normally be a normal thing, but it's quite unusual when it happens to Shen Mochen.

In the past, he would have insisted that she come to the company with him.

She was stunned for two seconds, completely unable to guess what Shen Mochen was thinking.

Seeing her hesitating in front of the car door, Shen Mochen patted her head and said, "Sweetie, I'll be back early tonight."

As he spoke, he tugged at her collar again, his lips brushing against her cheek and falling to her ear, "Be a good girl and eat early, so I can have sex with you when I get back."

Yu Nanqing was taken aback, and a blush visibly crept onto her face. After a moment of shame and indignation, she pushed him away, turned around, and got into the car.

Abnormal my foot! They're still as shameless as ever.

Only after the car disappeared from sight did Shen Mochen turn and leave.

But instead of going to the company, he went to the bar next door.

The man who had been eyeing his wife in the bookstore was now bound hand and foot and lay on the ground wriggling like a maggot.

When the man saw him, his pupils dilated instantly. His mouth, which was taped shut, tried to move, but could only make some broken sounds.

Shen Mochen glanced at him, picked up the knife on the table, sharpened it, and then dipped it in the ashtray filled with salt.

Just as he was about to make his move around the coffee table, a foul, fishy smell suddenly wafted from the room. Shen Mochen frowned and handed the knife to the bodyguard beside him with disgust, saying, "Gouge out his eyes."

As he spoke, he glanced at the man's ring-adorned finger, "Cut off his little finger and send it to my wife's flirtatious sister."

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With Shen Mochen not home, Yu Nanqing had a good opportunity to paint.

She planned to finish the painting before Sophia's birthday, hoping that Shen Mochen would turn a blind eye to her meeting with Chen Qing.

There were no paintbrushes in the villa; the only ones available were the 2B pencils in the pen basket in the study.

She outlined the design and then added details.

Not using color saves a lot of time.

When Shen Mochen returned, she had already finished drawing it and tucked it into her notebook, planning to get a frame for it another day.

"What are you doing, Qingqing?" Shen Mochen wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissed her lips, and glanced at the notebook she had put in the cabinet.

I heard from He Jing before that he had an ex-girlfriend who liked to write in her diary.

He wrote about his ex-girlfriend's unrequited love for her crush and her feelings of guilt about being with him.

"Just do some random drawing." Yu Nanqing didn't want him to be happy prematurely and then take advantage of her, so she subconsciously tried to hide it.

"Oh." Shen Mochen responded with an ambiguous tone, gently stroking her chin with his fingertips before releasing her and walking towards the bedside.

Yu Nanqing breathed a sigh of relief. When she turned around, she saw that he had taken off his shirt, revealing his eight-pack abs that always made her blush.

Tight and sexy.

Her brow twitched slightly, and just as she was about to look away, she suddenly noticed the scratches on his shoulder.

It was still bright red, so it must have been injured not long ago.

The book mentions that Shen Mochen frequently visited underground boxing rings.

However, he wasn't doing it to make money, but to suppress his urge to go crazy.

He was indeed sick; not long after she arrived, she often saw him taking large amounts of medicine.

She ultimately didn't say anything to show her concern, afraid that he would take advantage of her and exploit her completely. She glanced at the small cake he had placed on the corner of the table, then took it downstairs and froze it in the refrigerator.

Shen Mochen stood in the bathroom, showering himself with cold water, hoping to develop a fever tomorrow so his wife would take good care of him.

There was nothing he could do; his wife was so heartless that he couldn't feel any love at all.

Lacking a sense of security, he always felt that his wife would be taken away from him.

He could only resort to self-inflicted suffering occasionally to temporarily fill the void in his heart.

After taking a shower, he immediately spotted Yu Nanqing, wrapped in a blanket, sitting in the middle of the bed.

Realizing that his wife was waiting for him, he couldn't help but smile and eagerly pulled her into his arms.

They clung to each other tightly through the blanket.

It was as if he wished he could become one with her.

I had just taken a cold shower and was still chilly. I was afraid she would get cold, so I restrained myself from hugging her naked.

"I bought you a small cake." He kissed his loved one so passionately that he was breathless as he spoke.

"Okay, I put it in the refrigerator. We'll eat it tomorrow." Finally able to catch her breath, Yu Nanqing leaned against him, breathing softly.

"What did you have for dinner?" Shen Mochen put on his pajamas before snuggling back into bed and embracing her.

"I ate the noodles," Yu Nanqing obediently replied.

"Noodles? What flavor?" Shen Mochen's hand had unknowingly slipped inside her clothes, and his words were clearly incoherent.

"Little Dragon..."

"I'll try it."

"... "

Half an hour later.

Yu Nanqing lay limp on the bed, kissed softly, her crimson lips glistening with moisture.

Still savoring the taste, Shen Mochen kissed her neck, saying, "It tastes like strawberry to me."

Yu Nanqing raised her eyes and glared at him, "You scoundrel."

“Hmm, a rogue just for Qingqing.” Shen Mochen’s eyes gleamed, his expression serious.

"..." Unable to argue with him, Yu Nanqing pursed her lips and kicked his waist. "I just heated up some milk, it's on the cabinet."