Bai Yunxia’s mind was still in a dazed state. She was lying on the same bed as Mo Yanzhou, and she could clearly feel the warmth radiating from his body.
Leaning against Mo Yanzhou’s chest, listening to his “thump-thump—thump-thump” heartbeat, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
Her girlfriends were right—no matter how aloof and ascetic a man might be, it’s hard to remain unmoved with a beauty in his arms.
Mo Yanzhou’s accelerated heartbeat betrayed him.
That kiss last night had been somewhat useful after all.
When Madam Mo walked in and saw the two of them lying in bed, a kindly smile appeared on her face. “Are you hungry? Should breakfast be brought up?”
“No, we’ll eat downstairs,” Mo Yanzhou refused.
“Alright, take your time, no rush.” Madam Mo turned and left.
She suddenly caught sight of the thin blanket scattered on the sofa and silently sighed.
Why put on this act for her?
As Mo Yanzhou’s grandmother, how could she not understand him?
Looking on the bright side, at least Mo Yanzhou was willing to play along.
It was still better than before when he would only focus on work.
They were getting old, and the time they could spend with their grandson was limited. To share the rest of his life, he still needed to find a wife who suited his heart.
After Grandma left, Bai Yunxia hugged Mo Yanzhou’s arm. “Good morning, hubby~”
Mo Yanzhou’s movement to get up paused because of her. Her soft hair brushed against his arm, and her delicate body pressed intimately against him. Damn it!
He suddenly felt parched and squeezed out a muffled “Morning.”
So stingy with his words—would it kill him to say “Good morning, wifey”?
Bai Yunxia asked concernedly, “Did you sleep well last night?”
“Not really.”
Mo Yanzhou was quite honest.
“Then next time, let’s share the bed. This bed is quite big, and I’m so petite—I only need a little space. The rest is all yours.” Bai Yunxia brought her face closer to his, her tone sweet and soft with a rising lilt. “Okay?”
Mo Yanzhou found himself inexplicably thinking of last night’s fleeting kiss, which had landed on his cheek with her breath. Now her lips were almost touching his again.
He tilted his head slightly to avoid her, pulled his arm free, and threw off the covers. Coldly, he said, “We’ll talk about it next time.”
He didn’t look back, so he didn’t see Bai Yunxia’s dejected expression as she hung her head, looking like a pitiful little creature abandoned by the whole world.
Bai Yunxia traced the jacquard pattern on the bedsheet. That scoundrel Mo Yanzhou—using her and then discarding her.
It seemed the temptation of last night’s kiss hadn’t been strong enough.
A lavish breakfast was prepared downstairs. Grandpa and Grandma were as amiable as last night, and Mo Yanzhou was as taciturn as ever.
After breakfast, when Mo Yanzhou was about to leave, Bai Yunxia slipped into the car.
“I’m going to the company. It’s not on your way,” Mo Yanzhou implied he wouldn’t give her a ride. “There are cars at home. Tell the driver where you want to go.”
“But it is on the way! I’m not going to school—I’ve opened a small studio. I’m heading to the studio.” Bai Yunxia smiled sweetly. “Driver, let’s go.”
The car didn’t move.
Bai Yunxia sighed inwardly. Her position as the CEO’s wife wasn’t secure yet.
If Mo Yanzhou didn’t give her face, his subordinates wouldn’t listen to her either.
Mo Yanzhou said, “Let’s go.”
The car drove out of the old residence.
“Hubby, your tie is crooked~”
“Let me fix it for you.”
Bai Yunxia sat on Mo Yanzhou’s lap. Instantly, Mo Yanzhou opened his eyes, his dark, ink-like gaze fixed on her.
Bai Yunxia seemed oblivious to his icy gaze, her hands toying with his tie. In truth, Mo Yanzhou’s tie wasn’t crooked at all—she was deliberately teasing him, her face drawing closer and closer.
If Mo Yanzhou made even the slightest move, he could touch her lips.
A blatant seduction.
Her fingertips “accidentally” brushed against his neck, sending shivers through him.
“Bai Yunxia.”
“Hmm?” She shifted her hips, pressing tighter against his waist. As she spoke, her red lips deliberately grazed his jaw, the faint touches plucking at his heartstrings. “Master husband, any orders? Did I not fix it properly?”
Mo Yanzhou restrained his physical reactions, his expression cold as he said sternly, “Get down.”
“Okay~”
“I’m very obedient. I listen to my husband.”
Bai Yunxia lightly pressed her red lips to his jaw. “Next time you talk to me, could you be gentler? Like… how I just kissed you.”
Mo Yanzhou clenched his right fist, veins bulging. “No.”
(ˉ▽￣～) Hmph~~
She could feel Mo Yanzhou’s entire body tense up, the veins on his neck standing out from restraint. She couldn’t tell if it was from anger or desire.
She hoped it was the latter.
Bai Yunxia climbed off Mo Yanzhou’s lap, and he immediately crossed his long legs, his tense body gradually relaxing.
This woman was too bold—still in the car, with the driver present, she dared to sit on his lap, squirming and teasing, even kissing his jaw.
Bai Yunxia mentally complained fiercely: Stingy! What’s wrong with letting your wife sit on your lap for a bit?
Just when Mo Yanzhou thought Bai Yunxia would quiet down, her little head leaned in again.
“Husband, my studio is quite close to Mohai. Can I come have lunch with you at noon?”
“No.” Mo Yanzhou refused.
The brightness on Bai Yunxia’s radiant face visibly dimmed.
A moment later, Bai Yunxia asked him again: “Then husband, did you like last night’s kiss?”
Her train of thought was so scattered—one topic one second, another the next.
Even after his cold rejection, she still pressed forward eagerly.
During the age when he should have been experiencing youthful flutters, his family had undergone major upheavals. Since then, he had focused solely on managing the company and never dated.
Over the years, many had tried to send women to his bed, but none succeeded.
As for last night’s fleeting kiss and the one just now, he couldn’t say whether he liked them, but he didn’t dislike them.
Those in power must control their desires—he always remembered his grandfather’s teachings.
“Don’t do that in the future.” Mo Yanzhou feared that if he said he didn’t like it, Bai Yunxia might cry.
He phrased it tactfully.
“Oh~”
He didn’t like how short last night’s kiss was? He didn’t like that there was no tongue involved?
She understood—next time, she’d kiss him longer.
The Maybach dropped her off at her studio entrance. Mo Yanzhou’s gaze followed her as she got out. Bai Yunxia had been modest—a three-story studio wasn’t small at all.
When Mo Yanzhou arrived at the company, he attended three meetings before returning to his office. A message from his grandmother appeared on his phone.
She had commissioned someone to design their wedding rings and asked him to find an opportunity to measure Bai Yunxia’s ring finger circumference.
【Grandma: Yanzhou, Yunxia is a good girl. Grandpa and I hope you’ll open your heart and get along well with her. Don’t deceive yourself by putting on an act in front of us – that would break a girl’s heart. I asked around for you – she likes Pierre de Ronsard roses. I’ve had some transplanted to Cloud Creek Valley and said it was your doing. Don’t let it slip.”
It’s just an arranged marriage, is Grandma being too invested?
That same day, when Bai Yunxia returned to Cloud Creek Valley, she saw the garden now filled with Pierre de Ronsard roses swaying gracefully in the breeze. Pink flowers covered the walls, and there was even a floral archway installed.
Yu Chao said: “Madam, the master heard you like Pierre de Ronsard roses and specifically asked us to plant them here at home.”
Bai Yunxia looked at him with a profound gaze. “Uncle Yu, don’t you feel even slightly guilty saying that? There’s no way Mo Yanzhou asked you to plant these.”
“Madam, sometimes it’s better to see through things without speaking them aloud.”
“I understand. Bring me the pruning shears.”