11 – Thе Ех-Воуfriеnd’s Painful Rоаr
Аftеr Wеn Zhi finished speаking аnd saw him lost in thоught, she assеrtеd firmlу, “I сооk, yоu wаsh thе dishes—bу hand!”
Аnd so, the divisiоn оf labоr was сlеаr. Wen Zhi wоrkеd effiсiеntlу, аnd sооn а simplе meаl оf two dishes and a sоup wаs reаdу.
Тhе meal wаs quiet, but Mо Тingуаn suddenlу remаrked, “You likе sрiсу fоod? Аctually, sрiсinеss isn’t а tаste; it’s a form оf раin.”
Wen Zhi rаised аn eyеbrоw slightlу. “First timе I’ve heаrd thаt. So, yоu like sweеt things—whаt kind оf sеnsatiоn is thаt?”
They had eaten tоgethеr а fеw timеs, аnd eаch time he оnly аte swеet dishеs, avoiding anything spicy.
Mo Tingyan was somewhat surprised, not expecting her to be so observant. A lazy smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “Eating sweet things helps stimulate the release of dopamine, which makes you happy. Call it a ‘pleasure sensation,’ how about that?”
Wen Zhi: How boring!
“So, you’re saying all this to tell me not to eat spicy food in the future? Just because you don’t like it?”
Mo Tingyan shrugged. “I’m not that authoritarian. But… I do dislike anything related to pain.”
Wen Zhi picked up her water glass and took a sip. Why did his words seem to carry a deeper meaning?
She didn’t ask further. After all, they were just living together out of convenience. His preferences and thoughts were none of her concern—it just meant cooking would be a bit more troublesome in the future.
After the meal, Mo Tingyan indeed kept his word and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. When Wen Zhi brought her empty water glass for him to clean, she stood behind him and noticed his skilled movements—he washed them cleaner than a dishwasher.
She set down the glass and remarked casually, “You’re quite good at this, and quite practiced.”
Hearing this, Mo Tingyan seemed to recall something, and his usually carefree expression stiffened noticeably.
But when he turned to look at Wen Zhi again, a roguish smile had returned to his face. “That just proves my Zhangzhu has good taste—she knows how to pick a man and how to manage him.”
Wen Zhi: “…”
She couldn’t be bothered to respond.
In the days that followed, Wen Zhi and Mo Tingyan’s flight schedules clashed, and they didn’t see each other for three consecutive days.
On the evening of the third day, Wen Zhi returned home after completing two flights, while Mo Tingyan had yet to return.
She put away her suitcase and took a shower with a change of clothes.
She had planned to get a good night’s sleep after her shower, but as soon as she pushed open the bedroom door, a pair of large hands grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. Before she could even see the person’s face, she was already wrapped in a tight embrace and kissed thoroughly.
Wen Zhi was surprised to see Mo Tingyan, who had returned at some point, but she quickly raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
After three days apart, Mo Tingyan was as passionate as a starving beast that hadn’t tasted meat in half a lifetime, completely igniting her and taking her by storm…
Just as they were enjoying this wonderful moment of harmony, Mo Tingyan’s phone suddenly rang—
At first, Mo Tingyan had no intention of answering, but the incessant ringing completely disrupted their passion.
Finally, he pulled out his phone and saw that the caller was Mo Tingjue.
The man raised an eyebrow slightly and chose to answer.
As soon as the call connected, Mo Tingjue’s irritated voice came through: “Brother, since you’re working at Jianghang Airlines now, get me Wen Zhi’s flight schedule!”
Mo Tingjue had gone to Jianghang Airlines to intercept Wen Zhi for three days in a row but hadn’t seen her. He had even gone to her rented apartment but found no one there.
He was going crazy because of this woman!Yet Mo Tingyan did not stop his movements, merely replying with two steady words into the phone: “Not doing it.”
Hearing this, Mo Tingjue, who was already seething with anger, grew even more displeased!
“It’s not like I’m asking you to do something difficult—just a work schedule. What’s your problem?”
“Don’t understand? Then let me make it clear: I’m not helping you. Why should I help a scumbag harm an innocent girl?”
At the word “scumbag,” Mo Tingjue’s expression stiffened. “What scumbag? What have you heard?”
“You know exactly what you’ve done. Don’t play dumb with me. Stop calling me from now on.”
Just as he was about to hang up, he heard Mo Tingjue’s voice, barely containing his fury, erupt from the other end: “How can you be so vile? Like mother, like son, you—”
Mo Tingyan’s eyes darkened. Originally—
Wen Zhi had been holding back, not making a single sound, but he suddenly made her involuntarily let out a moan…
On the other end of the line, Mo Tingjue faintly heard something and was just about to question it when Mo Tingyan’s voice, tinged with sarcasm, came through: “You’re absolutely right. What kind of mother could raise a son like you?”
Mo Tingjue was taken aback, about to retort, but the line had already gone dead.
Mo Tingyan hung up the phone, unwilling to waste time on such trash.
He tossed the phone aside, lowered his head, and kissed Wen Zhi’s lips just as she was about to scold him, silencing her words.
At that very moment, Wen Zhi’s phone rang again, at the most inopportune time—
Wen Zhi, lying on the bed, reached for her phone, but Mo Tingyan, kneeling before her, spotted the name on the screen first.
He swiftly picked up the phone, answered it, and put it on speaker, holding it in front of Wen Zhi.
Seeing it was Mo Tingjue calling, Wen Zhi shot Mo Tingyan a fierce glare!
She pressed her hand against his abs.
But how could Mo Tingyan let her?
From the other end of the line, Mo Tingjue’s accusatory voice came through: “Wen Zhi, what did you tell my brother? I just made a momentary mistake, the kind all men make. Was it necessary to spread it around? And do you think Mo Tingyan is some kind of saint? He—”
Listening, Mo Tingyan curled his lips into a smile, repeating his earlier trick, his actions growing even more shameless!
Wen Zhi instinctively let out a low moan, quickly covering her mouth as she glared at Mo Tingyan.
How could this man be so vile? No matter who was on the other end of the line, she didn’t want anyone to hear such private matters!
But Mo Tingyan’s lips remained curved in a mischievous smile as he kissed her earlobe, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear:
And the person on the other end of the line, hearing the commotion, suddenly let out a pained roar—
“Wen Zhi, what are you doing!”