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

Chapter 19 is locked.

Even the chains that prisoners are forbidden to wear are gold; one of them is so long, I wonder how many dresses she could buy with that money.

She stared intently, her hands digging into the flesh of her thighs. After a long while, she managed to regain her composure, squeezing out a few tears as she reached out and grasped her hand. "Qingqing, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been humiliated by that pervert Shen Mochen."

Because of what happened yesterday, Yu Nanqing was now very calculating and did not immediately agree with her.

Since Shen Mochen knows so much about her affairs, he must have installed cameras or listening devices in the villa, so she has to be careful in everything she does.

"But Qingqing, believe me, I will definitely find another way for you to escape." Sophia said confidently, her tone filled with righteous indignation when she spoke of Shen Mochen.

Yu Nanqing's gaze slowly shifted to her. Her cracked lips trembled slightly. She found it strange that she and Sophia didn't seem to be very familiar with each other. Why was Sophia being so kind?

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Doesn't the book describe her as a saintly, innocent woman?

Thinking of this, her vigilance gradually dissipated, and she listened quietly to Sophia's second major plan.

Sophia said that next week is her birthday, and her mother promised to throw her a party.

At that time, she would be able to take the opportunity to leave.

Yu Nanqing yawned and nodded slightly.

She thinks it's feasible.

If all else fails, the male lead will definitely attend Sophie's birthday party, so she can take the opportunity to boost his favorability.

--

The chains on her feet were long enough to ensure that Yu Nanqing could complete her daily route.

But by sheer coincidence, it was just one step away from the ball that was also locked up.

She reached out desperately, the chains were taut, but she still couldn't touch Qiuqiu's head.

She suddenly felt that she and Qiuqiu were in the same boat, so she squatted down and muttered to it with red eyes.

When she got tired of talking, she rubbed herself to get up, but the numbness in her feet made her limp towards the kitchen.

Seeing her come in, Aunt Chen handed her a freshly baked small cake, saying, "Madam, please have a taste."

Yu Nanqing sipped her lemonade, glanced at the brightly colored pastries, and shook her head after a moment. "Aunt Chen, I'm not hungry right now. I'll eat them when I get hungry later."

She's been very tired these past few days, which has caused her to lose her appetite.

Thinking back, it seems she hasn't eaten anything since the day before yesterday.

But... yesterday, in a daze, she felt like something was stuffed into her mouth, like millet porridge.

She lowered her eyes and pondered, but when she couldn't figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it and continued drinking the lemonade in her hand.

"Sometimes the master acts in an extreme way, which really makes the madam suffer a lot," Aunt Chen sighed softly, her voice low but clear enough for Yu Nanqing to hear.

She nodded in agreement, thinking about how to get Shen Mochen to unlock the chains for her.

After drinking her lemonade and lounging on the sofa for a while, she finally went back to her room to ponder the combination lock at the end of the chain.

Last time, the password was her birthday, and she secretly saw it when Shen Mochen unlocked it for her.

But this time it didn't work; she tried twice but couldn't untie it.

After trying several times without success, she gave up completely and lay sprawled on the tatami mat by the balcony, bored out of her mind and only able to play with the light and shadow.

She felt that if she spent any more time with Shen Mochen, she would become mentally challenged.

She's not allowed to leave the house, not allowed to use her phone, and not allowed to do any work. Her limbs are so idle they're almost atrophying.

--

Floating Star Lounge.

The dim lights flickered alternately, scattering specks across the carpet in the corridor.

Shen Mochen came out of the private room, took the wet wipes handed to him by his assistant, and slowly wiped the blood off his hands. His face was expressionless, but his cold eyes lifted slightly.

"Send a message to the old man of the Zhou family: if you don't want to die, don't do underground deals on my turf." He moved his thin lips slightly, threw away the paper in his hand, made sure there were no bloodstains on his hands, and then took the phone.

Upon seeing Xiaojiao in the surveillance video, the frost on his face gradually melted, and his eyebrows and eyes slowly lifted as she swayed her legs.

He lightly stroked the screen with his fingertips, a slight smile curving his lips.

His wife is a carefree, beautiful, and charming girl, like a little sun, and everyone loves her to death.

If they don't run away, they'll be even more likable.

After leaving the lounge, he made a special trip to Yu Nanqing's favorite ice cream shop and bought two large tubs of ice cream before going home.

Aunt Chen just messaged me saying that my little one didn't eat breakfast today. After drinking a glass of lemon water, she went upstairs looking sullen.

He needs to be coaxed, otherwise he'll ignore him again.

He didn't want to keep her locked up, but she was so disobedient. He was enough for her; why did she keep going to other ugly men?

He was so jealous he wanted to tear that person to pieces.

--

Shen Mochen's mysterious assistant is named Yi Yan.

Yu Nanqing overheard it by chance when Shen Mochen returned.

She sat on the sofa, holding the ice cream tub he had bought, and gave him a slightly nicer look.

"You can't eat any more, sweetie." Shen Mochen folded the dried clothes and put them in the closet. When he turned around, he saw that almost a third of the ice cream had been eaten.

He frowned, bent down and scooped her up from the tatami mat, then snatched the ice cream from her hand and placed it on the cabinet.

Yu Nanqing was somewhat dissatisfied and took a bite of the spoon, still wanting more.

Seeing her like this, Shen Mochen's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately pressed her down on the bed and kissed her again.

His wife wouldn't let him kiss her when he came in, but she would let him hug her twice after he saw the ice cream.

He was itching to have sex, but I couldn't force him, so I could only try to distract him.

But simply grabbing his wife's clothes and sniffing them was completely ineffective; his lust didn't subside, but instead became even more intense.

Now that he could finally kiss her, he couldn't wait to stick his lips to her body.

Yu Nanqing couldn't stand the kisses anymore, her brows furrowed, and she slapped him, finally bringing Shen Mochen, whose eyes were red from the kisses, back to his senses.

His biting motions slowly stopped, and he gently licked her like a dog, before reluctantly leaving her body after a long while.

Yu Nanqing looked at him, her eyes slightly red, her beautiful eyes filled with anger.

"Aunt Chen said you haven't eaten all day." Shen Mochen reached out and wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, then stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace again. As he spoke, he poked her stomach and asked, "Can your delicate stomach handle this?"

"If you have pain in the middle of the night, don't whine and call for your husband."

Yu Nanqing blushed slightly at his words, puffed out her cheeks, and pushed him away without any mercy, saying, "I'd rather die than call you this time."

Shen Mochen was like a mangy dog; once she pushed him away, he immediately clung to her again, relentlessly.

After trying to push him away five times without success, Yu Nanqing finally gave up and let him hold her, but her pouting lips revealed her resentment to the fullest.

Shen Mochen stopped teasing her, put her socks on, and carried her downstairs.