“Good Baby, I heard you went out today.”
Qiao Yin was half-asleep when she vaguely heard a deep, captivating voice.
Her nightgown was pushed up under the covers, and a distinctively bony hand landed on her waist, wandering upward.
A tingling, electric sensation spread through her body. Qiao Yin groggily opened her eyes, ignoring the hand on her waist as she turned over to face Wen Suhe, obediently leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“Husband, you’re back. I missed you so much~”
Her sweet, soft voice made Wen Suhe’s heart melt.
One month ago, Wen Suhe casually mentioned at a friend’s wedding that he liked obedient girls.
The next day, Qiao Yin was sent to Wen Suhe by her father.
Her mother had passed away when she was very young.
Her father quickly remarried, and she survived in the Qiao Family until twenty by being obedient, well-behaved, achieving good grades, and showing gentle filial piety to her parents.
She never expected her father would eventually sell her out.
She thought changing environments would help her escape others’ control and gain freedom.
But she didn’t anticipate Wen Suhe being a yandere control freak with overwhelming possessiveness.
On their first meeting, he took her to his villa, and the next day, they registered their marriage using his household registration booklet.
Apart from class hours, Wen Suhe never allowed her to go out alone.
She had completely become Wen Suhe’s caged bird.
How annoying!
Why did Wen Suhe return after just three days on a business trip?
The bedroom was dark with no lights on.
Wen Suhe slipped his arm under Qiao Yin’s neck, holding her close as he kissed her cheek. “Good Baby, you haven’t answered my question. You had no classes today—what did you go out for?”
The Wen Family was a prominent wealthy family in the capital. At their marriage, they gave the Qiao Family a generous bride price and provided her with an unlimited-spending Black Card.
But she planned to run away!
She couldn’t use the Black Card Wen Suhe gave her after escaping—she’d be caught in no time.
So today, she went to find someone who makes fake IDs. She needed a fake ID card to prepare for her future departure.
Could Wen Suhe have found out?
She hadn’t even brought her phone when she went out today!
Her phone had a tracker, allowing Wen Suhe to locate her anytime.
“I went shopping with Yaoyao.”
Not wanting Wen Suhe to dwell on the matter, Qiao Yin took the initiative to kiss his lips, pressing her palm against his abs to lure him into surrendering to desire together.
They spent the night in passionate entanglement.
The next day, when Qiao Yin woke up, Wen Suhe was massaging her waist.
If he truly cared about her waist so much, he should have been gentler last night!
He tormented her in every possible way.
Even when she said no, he deliberately twisted her words.
A man who had been abstinent for 27 years—her slender waist simply couldn’t handle it!
“Husband~”
“Good Baby, you’re awake.”
The first time she heard Wen Suhe call her that, she was extremely shy, her ears and face flushed red.
In just a month, she had grown accustomed to it.
Qiao Yin lazily hummed, sitting up only to immediately burrow back under the covers.
She was completely naked.
She stretched her fair, delicate legs out from under the covers and kicked him a few times. “You didn’t even put clothes on me.”
Wen Suhe grasped her ankle, his thumb gently stroking it. “Good Baby sleeps with me—even if you wore clothes, they’d just come off. Haven’t you gotten used to sleeping naked yet?”
She could never get used to it.
She would never get used to sleeping naked in this lifetime.
Wen Suhe had an exquisitely handsome face. At work, he always wore tailored suits and gold-rimmed glasses, looking every bit the respectable gentleman.
He’s a complete wolf in sheep’s clothing, through and through!
No wonder he didn’t find a girlfriend until he was 27.
Right from the start, he took what he wanted by force.
Wen Suhe and her father didn’t even ask for her opinion—they just dragged her straight to the civil affairs bureau to get the marriage certificate.
From their first meeting to getting the marriage license, it took less than 24 hours.
Just like that, she went from being a junior in college to a married woman.
“I’m not used to it,” Qiao Yin replied softly.
Being unclothed made her feel insecure.
She could be devoured by Wen Suhe at any moment.
“You’ll get used to it gradually.”
Wen Suhe picked up the dress he had prepared. “Good Baby, wear this one today.”
Qiao Yin thought she had little freedom back in the Qiao Family, but she never expected that after marrying Wen Suhe, she would even lose the freedom to choose her own clothes.
Keeping up her good girl persona, Qiao Yin changed into the dress Wen Suhe had picked out.
It was a light blue dress, matching the blue tie Wen Suhe was wearing today.
Wen Suhe always paid attention to the smallest details.
He loved creating little connections between them, wanting people to notice at first glance that they were a couple.
But in reality, Wen Suhe never took her out.
Nor did he allow anyone to visit them at home.
He was afraid she might be led astray.
How laughable.
He was the worst influence of all.
The two went downstairs for breakfast. As they ate, Wen Suhe glanced at his phone, his cool gaze shifting to Qiao Yin’s face.
Qiao Yin took small sips of her red bean and black rice porridge, pretending not to notice Wen Suhe’s stare.
Wen Suhe’s clear, melodious voice broke the silence. “Good Baby, your best friend said you went shopping from two to four yesterday afternoon, but you didn’t get home until almost six. Can you explain why it took you two hours to get back?”
Qiao Yin felt like pinching the philtrum below her nose to keep herself going.
Help!
Wen Suhe, you’re way too controlling.
With such a strong need for control, why look for a wife? You should just get a mindless robot or a bionic companion instead.
“Yaoyao is a celebrity—she can’t go to crowded places. After she left, I went to the mall by myself for a while,” Qiao Yin said, nibbling on a soup dumpling, her bright, watery eyes fixed on him.
Her gaze was clear and cool, her dark pupils radiating innocence and purity.
It was her sweet, lovely face and those clear, bright eyes that had captivated Wen Suhe at first sight.
Qiao Yin looked so well-behaved, with that pitiable charm that could make anyone’s heart flutter.
Her smooth black hair, lively big eyes, elegant nose, full and glossy lips, and fair skin—standing before him, she was the picture of obedience and softness, pure and untouched like a celestial being descended to earth.
In his twenty-seven years of life, she was the first woman who had stirred his heart.
He didn’t want to repeat his parents’ mistakes.
His mother, in modern terms, was a bit of a drama queen. For as long as he could remember, whenever she was unhappy, she would run away from home.
His father would go after her, and then the two of them would often stay away for days.
He sometimes wondered if his mother had some kind of system forcing her to escape 99 times or face elimination.
That’s why he preferred someone obedient, someone who would stay quietly by his side, never leaving him for a lifetime.
His little Yin Yin had better not try to leave him.
Otherwise, he would make sure she learned what true confinement felt like.
Wen Suhe pushed his breakfast aside, lifted Qiao Yin onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. “Good Baby, you’re just too innocent. It’s dangerous for you to go shopping alone. Next time you want to go, call your husband. I can carry your bags. If I’m not around, ask Deng Xuan to go with you.”
Deng Xuan was the female driver and bodyguard Wen Suhe had found for her, responsible for picking her up and dropping her off at school.
Qiao Yin really wanted to say she was twenty years old, not two—it wasn’t like she could be kidnapped so easily.
If anyone had truly “kidnapped” her, it was him—he had already stolen her heart!
Wen Suhe appeared refined and proper on the surface, but in reality, he was full of cunning schemes.
He was born in the wrong era.
He should have gone back to ancient times to be a tyrannical, autocratic ruler.
Poor little Qiao Yin brought the half-eaten soup dumpling to his lips and softly hummed in agreement.
Wen Suhe didn’t mind at all that his wife was feeding him with something she had already taken a bite of. On the contrary, his mood improved significantly because she was obediently coaxing him.
“I brought you a gift. Go upstairs and take a look after breakfast.”