When they got home, Aunt Feng went to make dinner.
Jiang Zhi was genuinely moved; she hadn’t expected Qin Baozhu to speak up for her.
Jiang Zhi said to Qin Baozhu, “Baozhu, if you ever need anything, just tell me. If I can help, I definitely will!”
Qin Baozhu smiled. “Mm. Okay.”
That evening, Zhou Fuguang came home with Lu Sheng.
Aunt Feng pulled him aside and told him about Jiang Zhi taking Qin Baozhu and the child out to the street.
After hearing it, Zhou Fuguang gave Qin Baozhu a glance but didn’t react much.
Qin Baozhu had been nervous, thinking he might scold her for running around town, but dinner passed peacefully.
Looks like he wasn’t going to hold it against her.
After dinner, Zhou Jingrui asked Zhou Fuguang if they could watch an animated film.
Zhou Fuguang checked the cover—it was a Cinderella story—so he nodded and brought Lu Sheng over too, planning to let them watch for a bit before bed.
Qin Baozhu was bored and decided to watch the cartoon with the kids.
She watched Zhou Fuguang fiddle with the DVD player for a bit, and the screen connected.
Zhou Fuguang had no interest in kiddie stuff. Seeing the three of them sitting on the bed in a neat row, he turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.
He had just squeezed toothpaste onto his brush when Qin Baozhu suddenly screamed from the bedroom.
“AAAAAHHHH—! Zhou Fuguang, get back here!!”
His face changed instantly. He rushed out of the bathroom, pushed open the bedroom door—
—and was greeted by the sound of breathy, intimate moaning coming from the television.
Two naked bodies were tangled together on the screen. Even someone as self-controlled as Zhou Fuguang couldn’t help his pupils tightening.
On the bed, Qin Baozhu was covering both children’s eyes, her face burning red as she yelled at him, “Pervert! What are you even showing the kids?!”
“……”
Zhou Fuguang picked up the remote and turned the power off. The moaning stopped abruptly.
But maybe because of the sudden shock, he felt heat stirring in his own body.
He looked at Qin Baozhu—her ears flushed pink, her expression a mix of shock, anger, and embarrassment. His voice was low and rough:
“It’s the disc you bought. It might be pirated. The content isn’t for kids.”
“Liar!”
Qin Baozhu didn’t believe him.
“Mama, can I open my eyes now?” Zhou Jingrui asked curiously.
“……”
Qin Baozhu bit her lip and lowered her hands. Looking at the two innocent little faces, she felt a wave of lingering fear. If they’d actually seen that…
“Mama, are we not watching the cartoon anymore?” he asked, staring sadly at the now-dark TV.
“No!” Qin Baozhu said firmly. “That’s not something kids should see. You two go to sleep!”
“Oh…”
Zhou Jingrui was very obedient. Seeing that her face didn’t look good, he climbed off the bed, took Lu Sheng’s hand, and waved. “Goodnight, Mama!”
Once the children left, Qin Baozhu glared at Zhou Fuguang, grinding her teeth. “You—!”
Zhou Fuguang took the disc out and showed it to her. “This is the one you brought.”
Qin Baozhu rushed over, studied it, and realized it truly was the one Deng Yuan gave her.
That man—did he do it on purpose?
What kind of boyfriend had Jiang Zhi found?!
Tossing the disc into the trash, Qin Baozhu turned and faced Zhou Fuguang.
She snapped, “You are not allowed to show this to the kids! And—you’re not allowed to watch it either!”
Zhou Fuguang’s dark eyes locked onto her, so intense that goosebumps crawled up Qin Baozhu’s arms.
There was something wrong with him tonight—his gaze was too heated, too predatory, like he wanted to devour her.
Qin Baozhu’s eyes darted away. “Aren’t you going to shower? Go. Stop dawdling.”
“……”
Zhou Fuguang finally looked away, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “…Mm.”
When he left, Qin Baozhu exhaled shakily and rubbed her arms.
Too hot.
His eyes tonight were scary.
She regretted ever suggesting a movie.
Now she didn’t know if he’d behave himself after he finished showering.
In the bathroom.
Despite the freezing temperature—three to four degrees below zero—Zhou Fuguang forced himself to take a cold shower.
The heat on his skin cooled quickly, but the fire inside him only surged back stronger.
It had been over half a month since Qin Baozhu woke up.
Other than their initial newlywed period, this was the longest he’d gone without touching her.
In short, it had been a long time since he even used his hand.
His solid muscles tightened, relaxed, then tightened again. After rinsing himself once more, he dried off, put on his pajamas, and walked out.
The bedroom lights were already off.
Normally, Qin Baozhu stayed up past ten watching TV. But tonight, she was already in bed before eight.
He went over, lifted the blanket, and the faint scent of lemongrass mixed with her natural sweetness filled his nose.
All the heat he had suppressed with cold water instantly surged back up.
Maybe it was because tonight had been too sudden, too stimulating. He felt restless, unfocused.
Qin Baozhu was clearly awake.
As soon as he lay down, her small body tensed.
In the faint moonlight, he could see her closed eyes trembling, and her lips—soft, glossy, slightly parted.
Zhou Fuguang’s hand brushed her rigid back. She immediately opened her eyes, staring at him defensively.
“Your hand—what are you doing?”
Zhou Fuguang withdrew it calmly. “Accidentally touched you.”
Qin Baozhu inhaled sharply. Accidentally touched her?
Yeah right.
She warned him, “Zhou Fuguang, marital rape is still rape. If you dare try anything, I’ll report you!”
Her words made Zhou Fuguang laugh quietly.
That usually serious, proper face suddenly carried a wicked edge under the heat of the moment.
His laugh made Qin Baozhu nervous.
She wasn’t joking—what was he laughing at?!
Zhou Fuguang’s hand slid to her shoulder as he sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight.
“Marital rape?” he chuckled. “Qin Baozhu, you’ve forced yourself on me plenty of times. If I reported you, wouldn’t you already be in jail?”
Qin Baozhu stared at him, stunned.
What nonsense was this man spewing?
How could she possibly assault a grown man?!
This guy really had no shame.