The living room instantly fell silent. The atmosphere became so tense that even the sound of a pin dropping could have been heard.
Mo Susu thought that if anything turned out abnormal, she would immediately take back the carefully selected supplements she had prepared.
She would feed them to the dogs.
Mo Jinchuan slightly lifted his eyes and glanced at Nan Yan, who was secretly blinking pitifully at him. After pausing for two seconds, he calmly replied: “Mm, normal.”
Nan Yan finally let out a sigh of relief. All the effort she spent pestering him on the way back had not gone to waste.
Jiang Yue took out a booklet and handed it to her. “Nan Yan, these are the precautions I listed for pregnant women. You need to pay attention to your meals and everything else. Pregnant women are very fragile.”
Neither of her two children had survived. As the eldest daughter-in-law, she naturally hoped that the Mo Family’s first great-grandchild would remain safe and sound.
“And also.” Jiang Yue’s gaze swept between Mo Jinchuan and Nan Yan.
“Pregnant women shouldn’t fight. If you need to fight, let your eldest brother do it for you.”
She did not know whether Mo Jinchuan constantly getting injured was some strange romantic interest between the two of them or something else, but seeing blood every day was never a good thing.
Mo Susu also shot Nan Yan a sidelong glance and reluctantly compromised. “If you really have to hit him, at least go easy on him. Don’t make him bleed, or I’ll get angry when I see it.”
Mo Jinchuan: “……”
He rubbed the side of his forehead. “Big Brother, take this thing away.”
Mo Susu immediately exploded. “Mo Ice Block, who are you calling a thing?!”
Mo Jinchuan slowly lifted his eyes to look at her.
That oppressive gaze instantly crushed her momentum. Her voice unconsciously dropped several degrees. “Big Brother, take me away.”
Ever since childhood, there was nobody she feared except this second brother of hers—the cold-faced living King of Hell.
Mo Susu suddenly felt that this little sister-in-law beating him up was actually pretty good. The more she beat him, the better. Hmph.
After Jiang Yue and Mo Susu both got into the car, Mo Shuyu slowly walked over to Mo Jinchuan’s side.
Tilting his head slightly, he asked quietly: “Is there really a child?”
His younger brother had never been interested in women. Could it be that he actually liked women who beat him every day?
A masochist?
Mo Jinchuan replied: “Fake. It’s just to make Grandpa happy. Once Grandpa peacefully enjoys his old age after a year, I’ll naturally divorce her.”
Mo Shuyu patted his shoulder and sighed. “You’ve worked hard.”
After the eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, and younger sister left, only Mo Jinchuan and Nan Yan remained in the living room, facing each other in silence.
Nan Yan quietly got up and tried sneaking toward her bedroom upstairs.
“Come back.”
Her footsteps climbing the stairs retreated back down again.
“A little sleepy already. It’s time to sleep. Do you still have any instructions?” she asked.
Mo Jinchuan tapped his fingers against the sofa. “Come here. Explain to me what exactly you’re planning to give birth to.”
Nan Yan: “……”
She shuffled forward in tiny steps and tried negotiating again. “How about we make a child instead? Sleep together once?”
“Dream on.”
【No.】
Mo Jinchuan and the system spoke almost simultaneously beside her ears.
Nan Yan pursed her lips slightly. Did Mo Jinchuan really dislike her that much?
Her head drooped down. “Then when the time comes, I’ll just prepare a fake one. When it’s time to give birth, we can adopt a child from the orphanage. Anyway, your goal is just to make Grandpa happy.”
Mo Jinchuan stared at her dejected appearance for a while, seemingly lost in thought.
After a long time, he finally responded: “Mm.”
Nan Yan secretly glanced at him.
His black suit jacket had been casually draped to the side. The collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing a hint of collarbone that added a touch of unruliness and casual charm.
His broad shoulders leaned lazily against the sofa as he reclined slightly backward. His posture looked relaxed, yet it still carried the aura of someone firmly in control of everything.
Honestly speaking, whether in looks or temperament, Mo Jinchuan completely surpassed Gu Jingshen by several streets.
She truly must have had water in her brain to ignore such a handsome husband and keep entangling herself with that scumbag childhood sweetheart.
The female lead’s man, hmph. One day, she would definitely cook the raw rice into cooked rice.
【Plot triggered—】
【Call Gu Jingshen. Complain that Mo Jinchuan is old, cold, and lacking human warmth. Say he’s cold and boring. Cry to Gu Jingshen about how unhappy your life is, and let Mo Jinchuan accidentally overhear it so he’ll hate you.】
Nan Yan: “……”
Damn dog system, could it act like a human being for once? It truly would not give her even the slightest chance to survive.
Before Nan Yan could figure out what to do, her phone rang.
Gu Jingshen was calling.
“……”
Nan Yan looked at the phone, then looked up at Mo Jinchuan. Taking a deep breath, she swiped to answer.
As she answered the call, she walked toward Mo Jinchuan.
“Hello, Brother Jingshen.”
When Ye Mingyuan heard her call another man “Brother Jingshen.” he felt a faint irritation.
Calling another man “brother” right in front of her husband without even trying to hide it—did she think he was dead?
“My foot? I already applied medicine to it. It’s much better now.”
While Mo Jinchuan was not paying attention, Nan Yan lifted her foot and placed it on his thigh.
Mo Jinchuan was just about to throw her off when Nan Yan suddenly began sniffling and shedding tears pitifully.
“Brother Jingshen, you’re so nice. Unlike Mo Jinchuan, who’s old and completely lacking in warmth. He keeps that cold face all day long and is boring to death.”
Mo Jinchuan narrowed his eyes while looking at the crying wife in his arms who was talking to another man on the phone. His motion of throwing her off paused.
“Brother Jingshen, I’m not happy at all. Every day feels like living as a widow. I regret marrying Mo Jinchuan, that cold great devil.”
“Smack!” The moment Mo Jinchuan frowned in anger, Nan Yan suddenly leaned forward and swiftly pressed a kiss against his lips.
Her movements were lightning fast. Her soft cherry lips merely brushed against his for an instant before immediately retreating.
Mo Jinchuan’s pupils shrank slightly. His entire body froze as if someone had cast a petrification spell on him.
Nan Yan feared getting beaten up, so she did not dare linger for even a second.
She hurriedly fled in panic.
But in her haste, she accidentally tripped over her own leg. At the instant she fell, she instinctively reached out to steady herself, only to end up pressing directly between Mo Jinchuan’s legs.
“……”
That single touch completely stunned her. Her cheeks instantly burned red, as if sunset clouds had gathered across her face.
Meanwhile, Mo Jinchuan reacted as though he had been electrocuted. His body stiffened sharply, and his gaze instantly turned dangerous.
Nan Yan’s face flushed red with embarrassment. Like a gust of wind, she dashed into the bedroom and locked the door behind her.
Everything had happened so quickly that Mo Jinchuan had not even managed to react.
What she said and what she actually did were two completely opposite extremes.
Mo Jinchuan licked his thin lips, unable to figure out what Nan Yan truly meant.
And where exactly had she touched just now…
What was she trying to do?
For the first time in his life, the always-calculating and composed Mo Jinchuan found himself unable to see through someone.
Nan Yan leaned against the door, slightly bent over while clutching her chest tightly with both hands. She breathed heavily, trying to calm the wildly pounding heart inside her chest.
She could not even beat him in a fight, yet she still had to recklessly provoke him to death.
Inside her heart, Nan Yan silently prayed that Mo Jinchuan would interpret her actions just now as her being the type of woman whose mouth said one thing while her body acted honestly.
At least leave behind a little favorable impression.
But Mo Jinchuan did not interpret it that way at all. He knew that Nan Yan had married him only to spite the man she truly loved.
And she even dared call him old and boring. He thought she was insane too.
Every single day, she did nothing except court death.
She was the very first person who dared to dance repeatedly on every single one of his bottom lines.
If she had not looked excessively delicate and obedient—and if she had not been the lucky mascot deeply adored by the old master—he would have dealt with her long ago.