12dz Chapter 25 Awkwardness
Chapter 25 Awkwardness
"Ah Chen, are you leaving?" He Jing had just brought over the wine he had treasured for many years when he saw him leaving the house.
Shen Mochen glanced at him sideways, patted the ash off his clothes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "If we don't go back now, we won't be able to get back in the door."
He Jing was slightly taken aback, watching his departing figure, and couldn't help but twitch her lips.
Well, in the end, he's the one who gets hurt.
after an hour.
The black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the villa.
Shen Mochen sat in the car, clutching a pendant he'd somehow gotten from one of Yu Nanqing's bags, a freshly lit cigarette tucked between his long, slender fingers.
The scarlet flames flickered on and off.
He smoked several cigarettes with the car window open until his urge to go crazy subsided, then he got out of the car and walked into the villa.
Yu Nanqing knew Shen Mochen had returned when she heard the car.
She tugged at the blanket, hesitated for a long time, and finally got out of bed, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed waiting.
She felt she still needed to talk to Shen Mochen; she was genuinely afraid that his current silence was a trap, the calm before the storm.
The car stopped for almost half an hour before footsteps sounded outside the room door.
The voice was heavy and powerful; you could tell it belonged to Shen Mochen immediately.
Yu Nanqing's eyes flickered, and she felt inexplicably nervous.
The door to the room was pushed open, and their eyes met. Both of them were stunned for a moment.
Yu Nanqing moved her lips, then hurriedly stepped onto the plush carpet, "You're back."
Shen Mochen paused slightly, turned to look at her, and felt a little less bitter.
His beautiful wife seemed to be concerned about him.
It seems she's trying to make peace with him by striking up a conversation.
Thinking of this, his mood inexplicably improved.
I want to immediately pull her into my arms, knead her soft flesh, and nibble on her red lips.
But he felt he couldn't forgive her too quickly, otherwise it would seem like he couldn't live without her, which would only make her take advantage of him more in the future.
After a moment of silence, he gave a vague, ambiguous reply, walked past her to the wardrobe, found some pajamas, and then silently went into the bathroom.
Yu Nanqing was stunned. She pinched her fingertips and her brows furrowed slightly.
It's already 10 p.m., and I don't know if Shen Mochen went out for a social engagement or just went out to have some fun.
She could faintly smell smoke when he opened the door.
She stood by the bed for a while, then felt cold. She glanced at the bathroom where water was still running, then turned around and crawled back into bed.
She sat quietly in the middle of the bed, her eyelids drooping with sleep, until Shen Mochen finally came out.
Her eyes cleared slightly, and just as she was about to speak, she saw him leave without looking back.
She froze instantly, and her drowsiness dissipated considerably.
We've already made peace, we can't just give up halfway.
Thinking it over, she sighed, resigned herself to getting out of bed, and followed the system's instructions to heat up a glass of milk for Shen Mochen.
The glass cup doesn't insulate against heat, and it burned my fingers until they turned bright red.
Yu Nanqing carried the milk in alternating hands into the brightly lit study and eagerly placed it on Shen Mochen's desk.
She turned to look at Shen Mochen, who was staring straight ahead, pursed her lips, and moved over to sit on his lap.
But as soon as she got close, Shen Mochen silently turned around, blocking her way with his office chair, making it difficult for her to move her raised buttocks, forcing her to reluctantly stick them back up.
Her expression froze slightly for a moment, and after hesitating for a while, she shamelessly moved to the other side.
As if sensing her intention, Shen Mochen turned back as soon as she took a step.
Seeing this, Yu Nanqing understood perfectly well that Shen Mochen was determined to give her the cold shoulder.
Since he has given up on the idea, everything she does will be in vain.
Shen Mochen stared absentmindedly at the documents on the table, his fingers constantly stroking the pen.
He wanted her to come again, so he pulled her into his arms and kissed her tender lips, making them as red as roses.
He had a faint sense of anticipation, and his previously dull eyes brightened as he entered the room.
Unfortunately, my hopes were dashed.
Seeing that Shen Mochen remained unmoved by her attempts to please him, Yu Nanqing, having run out of patience, turned around and prepared to leave.
Upon realizing her intention, Shen Mochen lowered his eyebrows slightly, his lips instantly tightened, and he pulled her into his arms with a long arm, sealing her lips before she could react.
A faint taste of blood lingered on his lips and teeth. Shen Mochen's eyes were red, and he was slightly exasperated. "I'll forgive you if you do it just once! I've already degraded myself like this, why..."
Why can't we try to coax her a little more?
He bit her neck, his tone becoming increasingly aggrieved.
Yu Nanqing stiffened slightly, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and her heart also inexplicably ached.
"I thought you wouldn't forgive me." She moved her lips and said dryly.
"When have I ever truly been angry with you?" Shen Mochen was furious and recklessly bit and gnawed at her face and neck.
It was clearly her fault every time, yet he always ended up coaxing her gently.
Yu Nanqing wanted to retort, but upon reflection, it seemed that he was the one who always coaxed her.
Hesitant to speak, lacking confidence, she lowered her voice, trying to change the subject, "Have you had dinner?"
"I'm too angry to eat." Shen Mochen's voice was deep, his lips still on her face.
He finally got to kiss her, but no matter how many kisses he gave her, he felt it wasn't enough.
He longed to meld her into his very bones and become one with her.
Who can blame me for her being so fragrant, so soft, and so addictive?
This is the first time Yu Nanqing has ever cooked in all these years since she transmigrated.
Before she transmigrated, she probably knew some home-style cooking, and she was quite skilled at making plain noodles.
Being able to eat the noodles she made herself, Shen Mochen's resentment vanished completely, and he once again included Yu Nanqing in his list of good children.
Feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze, Yu Nanqing lowered her eyes, her ears flushing an unusual red.
The noodles were delicious, and Shen Mochen ate them all, soup and all.
While washing the dishes, he held Yu Nanqing in front of him, and kissed her with every rub.
Yu Nanqing's eyes flickered. Seeing him lower his head, she instinctively turned her head away, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.
Seeing her like this, Shen Mochen's lips curled up slightly, and then he relentlessly nuzzled her neck and kissed her.
"Assistant Yi said you went to walk Qiuqiu in the yard today?" He hooked his teeth on the ribbon of her skirt, looked up at her, and gently stroked her waist with his fingertips.
Yu Nanqing paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, feeling a little guilty.
She was afraid that his next words might be something she wanted to use as an excuse to escape.
"Is walking it tiring?"
Yu Nanqing paused for a moment, then obediently replied, "I'm not very tired."
"If you're not too tired, how about we do it tonight?" He raised an eyebrow and, before she could reply, carried her upstairs.
Yu Nanqing's surprise hadn't faded yet. Knowing she couldn't escape, she slumped down helplessly, leaning against him without flinching or struggling.
She thought he was asking her if she was forbidden from walking the ball anymore.
That's why she said she wasn't tired.