10 – It’s Not Еаsу tо Ве Рoor
Wеn Zhi listеnеd, unimрrеssed. She raisеd аn eyеbrow slightly, rеsроnding with еquаl аssertivеnеss, “I tоld yоu, I don’t hаve time.”
Аftеr saуing this, she sееmеd to rеmеmber sоmеthing аnd аddеd, “Wе’rе just living togеther оut оf convenienсe. I wоn’t chаngе mу rоutine for аnyonе.”
With thаt, shе stuffеd the рlatе in her hand intо thе сuрbоard, wаshed her hands, аnd lеft Мо Тingyan behind аs shе hurriеd baсk to hеr bedroоm.
Shе сlоsed the dооr and begаn preраring fоr hеr livestrеаm…
Mo Tingyan, left behind, wаsn’t as аngrу аs hе hаd beеn earlier.
Нe lеisurelу walkеd out of the kitchen and sat on the only sofa in the living room, his gaze fixed intently on Wen Zhi’s door.
Not long after, Wen Zhi’s gentle voice came from inside.
“Hello, everyone, good evening. I’m your host, ZZ…”
“Jingdaihuakai, you have a sharp eye. The background behind me has indeed changed—I’ve moved.”
“Thank you, Sister Siyecao, for the gift. Today isn’t a teaching session; it’s just a casual chat.”
As her voice continued to drift out, Mo Tingyan walked to the balcony, took out his phone, and made a call. His tone was no longer its usual lazy drawl but carried an undeniable command: “Look into Wen Zhi’s livestreaming account.”
The person on the other end quickly replied respectfully, “Yes.”
A few minutes later, Mo Tingyan opened Wen Zhi’s livestream.
The stream indeed didn’t show her face. The camera was angled low, focused on the desk, revealing only her slender, fair hands casually flipping through the books on the desk.
Mo Tingyan raised an eyebrow slightly, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes. He stood up…
Wen Zhi was in the middle of counseling and helping a female netizen who was being bullied by her mother-in-law when she saw the door gently push open and Mo Tingyan walk in.
She quickly shook her head at him, signaling for him to leave.
But Mo Tingyan raised an eyebrow, giving her a mischievous, roguish smile. Without stopping, he quietly walked over and stood behind Wen Zhi.
Wen Zhi’s heart leaped into her throat. As she spoke, she unconsciously cleared her throat.
She glanced back at Mo Tingyan with a sharp look, about to signal him again with her eyes, when Mo Tingyan boldly leaned down and captured her lips…
Her hand, which had been flipping through the pages of the book under the camera, suddenly froze. Soon after, she withdrew one hand and pressed it against Mo Tingyan’s forehead, pushing his head away. After glaring at him, she quickly turned her attention to the phone displaying the livestream comments.
There were over two thousand people in the livestream. Since she had suddenly gone silent, many were asking why she had stopped talking.
Wen Zhi hurriedly said, “Sorry, I’m taking a sip of water.”
Mo Tingyan watched her flustered appearance and couldn’t help but chuckle softly, leaning down again…
Seeing this, Wen Zhi thought he was going to kiss her again. She quickly leaned forward, but to her surprise, his kiss landed on the back of her neck!
He shifted slightly, positioning himself beside her, and his hand began to wander restlessly beneath her skirt…
His warm breath, continuous and relentless, swept from the back of her neck across her entire body, while his hands provocatively teased her.
He whispered, “Zhangzhu, I want to eat the dishes you make.”
Wen Zhi’s camera remained fixed on her hands. Unable to move away, she could only endure it, feeling as though ten thousand ants were dancing wildly all over her body.
No matter how hard she tried to restrain herself, her voice… began to sound increasingly off.
Some viewers noticed the change in her voice, and comments began to scroll.
“ZZ’s voice sounds so sultry, so nice.””Why do I feel like ZZ’s voice sounds a bit off?”
“Huh? Why has ZZ gone quiet again?”
Wen Zhi was currently trembling all over, truly driven to the brink of madness!
Because Mo Tingyan’s head had somehow moved in front of her, buried between her lower abdomen…
Gritting her teeth, her whole body shivering, she moved one hand away from the camera, making a sound like she was drinking water while hooking Mo Tingyan’s chin and lifting his head.
Mo Tingyan looked up, his tongue sweeping across his lips, his eyes filled with a deadly ambiguity as he gazed at her…
She leaned down, lowering her voice, “What exactly are you trying to do?”
Mo Tingyan raised an eyebrow, obligingly keeping his voice low, “I’m hungry. If my wife won’t feed me, I’ll just have to… find some meat myself.”
“…” Wen Zhi was so furious she could grind her teeth. If she weren’t live-streaming, she’d hit him.
“I’ll cook, but you go out first.”
Mo Tingyan shook his head, “What if you change your mind later? Give me a promise—no turning back, no regrets.”
Wen Zhi wanted to hit him even more.
But she couldn’t stay silent for too long on her livestream, so she quickly leaned down and kissed him on the lips, “Promise.”
With that, Mo Tingyan finally stopped. He rose from his half-kneeling position, casually picked up a chair, and sat beside Wen Zhi. However, his hand still wandered restlessly over her leg, though he didn’t go any further.
Knowing she couldn’t get rid of him, Wen Zhi didn’t waste any more time. She made a sound as if setting down a water glass and said to the livestream, “Sorry, everyone. I’m a bit under the weather—my throat is itchy, and I’m not in the best shape.”
The livestream finally returned to normal…
An hour later, Wen Zhi ended her broadcast. The first thing she did was brush off Mo Tingyan’s hand, which was still resting on her leg.
Seeing her annoyed expression, Mo Tingyan smirked, “See? You can’t trust a woman’s promise. You just said you wouldn’t turn on me.”
“We need to talk!”
Mo Tingyan wasn’t deterred by Wen Zhi’s serious expression. Instead, he turned his chair to face her, placing both hands on her knees. Though his face was full of nonchalance, he spoke in a serious tone, “Whatever my wife has to say, just give the order. No need to talk.”
Cut the act!
Wen Zhi’s face darkened, her voice stern, “Mo Tingyan, we got married just to get by together. I’m not here to be your maid. If you want me to cook, then you’re responsible for washing the dishes. Any objections?”
Mo Tingyan grinned and agreed without hesitation, “None at all. I’ll buy a dishwasher right now.”
Hearing this, Wen Zhi’s face darkened. Was this man not planning to live within his means?
“Then you might as well hire a chef while you’re at it.”
Hearing her tone… Mo Tingyan, for once, looked genuinely puzzled, “You’re angry because I want to buy a dishwasher?”
Wen Zhi crossed her arms, staring at the man before her. She was indeed angry.
She said unhappily, “Mo Tingyan, do you not realize our current situation? We have over two million in mortgage debt on this house. Don’t you feel any pressure? With your attitude, what right do you have to buy a dishwasher, huh?”
Mo Tingyan, sitting across from her, was speechless…
Why was she lecturing him now? Not having a maid to wash dishes was already a compromise, and now she wouldn’t even let him use a dishwasher?
For the first time, Mo Tingyan felt he had miscalculated. Being poor wasn’t easy!