Volume 1 Chapter 10: Good Baby, Don’t Lock the Door Next Time—I’ll Pick the Lock
It was the first time Wen Suhe had been shut out by Qiao Yin.
Even his sweet, soft little wife had her moments of temper.
He really wanted to see what his gentle, well-behaved little wife looked like when she was furious.
Probably crying secretly under the covers.
Like a pitiful little kitten.
This door was keeping him from seeing his wife.
He really wanted to tear it down!
Wen Suhe stood outside the door, took out his phone, and sent a message to Qiao Yin.
Qiao Yin lay face down on the bed, her small face buried in the soft pillow. Hearing her phone vibrate didn’t surprise her at all.
She didn’t need to guess—it was definitely Wen Suhe.
She ignored it, and then her phone rang with a video call request.
Feeling sulky, Qiao Yin turned her phone off completely.
She just wanted to be alone and quiet for a while.
Unable to hear any movement outside the door, she guessed Wen Suhe had probably already left.
Whatever!
The estate was huge—he could go wherever he wanted!
Wen Suhe went downstairs and entered the kitchen, where he personally peeled grapes to make a summer drink for his precious wife.
The family chefs were stunned. Wen Suhe had always been a refined young master who never lifted a finger in the kitchen. The only thing he ever did there was open the refrigerator.
Under the watchful eyes of the chefs and kitchen staff, Wen Suhe successfully made a cup of Grape Milk Green Tea.
He didn’t even ask them for help during the entire process—he just followed an online tutorial.
Truly a domineering CEO—he learned everything quickly.
They felt ashamed of their own inadequacy.
Wen Suhe fetched the key from the study and unlocked the bedroom door.
He tiptoed inside and saw Qiao Yin lying on the bed, her skirt hitched up, revealing a pair of fair, slender legs. Her long hair was splayed out, hiding her expression.
“Good Baby, Grape Milk Green Tea.”
In one swift motion, Qiao Yin rolled to the other side of the large bed.
Wen Suhe calmly withdrew his outstretched hand. “Your husband made it himself. Try it.”
Qiao Yin loved grapes, and Wen Suhe hoped this small treat would win her forgiveness.
Fine~
When under someone’s roof, one must bow their head.
It definitely wasn’t because she wanted to drink the Grape Milk Green Tea.
Qiao Yin didn’t move, only staring at him with her glistening eyes.
Patiently, Wen Suhe walked around the foot of the bed and this time brought the straw directly to her lips.
Qiao Yin took a small sip.
So sweet.
It tasted pretty good.
Qiao Yin took the cup and started drinking.
Wen Suhe leaned down, gently smoothing her messy hair. Seeing Qiao Yin so obedient put him in a good mood, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “Good Baby, is it delicious?”
“It’s okay~”
Wen Suhe didn’t want to call her out—she had almost finished it and was still pretending it was just okay.
His slender fingers brushed through the hair by her ear. “Next time, don’t lock me out. Not even with the deadbolt—I’ll pick the lock.”
“Oh~”
Qiao Yin responded indifferently.
Wen Suhe moved closer to her. “Let me taste what it’s like.”
“It’s gone. Make another cup…”
Before Qiao Yin could finish speaking, his warm lips pressed against hers, prying them open and exploring freely. The grape flavor in her mouth was completely stolen.
Wen Suhe licked his lips, unsatisfied. “As expected, it’s sweeter from Good Baby’s mouth.”
Jerk!
If he liked it so much, why didn’t he make two cups!
From now on, she wouldn’t finish her food—she’d leave some for him!
What kind of weird habit was this? Wasn’t he afraid of getting sick?
She really wanted to catch a cold and pass it to Wen Suhe—that would wipe the smug look off his face!
That evening, only after Su Zengrou’s urging did Wen Suhe share his Green Chat App contact with Qiao Yin.
After adding him, Qiao Yin sent a cute sticker to greet him.
Su Zengrou invited her to go shopping the next day.
Qiao Yin wanted to go.
She hadn’t finished listening to Su Zengrou’s story about her 99 escape attempts.
With her senior’s rich experience, she needed to learn from those lessons and strive not to get caught in the future.
“Good Baby~”
Wen Suhe’s voice was hoarse as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. “Stop playing with your phone, hmm?”
“Can you even hold it steady?”
“Reply tomorrow.”
Qiao Yin bit her lip, letting out intermittent whimpers. “I… want to… ah—”
Bastard!
Even when it was his mother on the other end, he wouldn’t let them have a proper conversation!
How despicable!
Taking advantage of Qiao Yin’s disoriented state, Wen Suhe stuffed her phone under the pillow and lowered his head to kiss her shoulder.
Much later, Qiao Yin drifted into a hazy sleep.
Wen Suhe quietly took out a facial mask customized for Qiao Yin’s skin type and applied it to his own face.
Tomorrow he’d have the skincare specialist come to develop customized skincare products and masks for his skin.
The seven-year age gap couldn’t be changed, but he could maintain himself well and appear younger!
Then when standing next to Good Baby, no one would think they had a seven-year age difference.
Actually, he thought seven years wasn’t bad – in the entertainment industry, there were older men with younger wives with age gaps over ten years, some even over twenty years.
Of course, he didn’t want too big of an age gap with Qiao Yin.
After applying the mask, Wen Suhe returned to the bedside. Qiao Yin always slept particularly deeply after their intimate moments.
She was exhausted.
Her physical stamina was too poor – she needed more exercise.
The next day, after finishing her morning exam, Qiao Yin met Su Zengrou for lunch as promised.
Su Zengrou stared at the ambiguous marks on Qiao Yin’s neck. Just like father, like son – same rotten nature!
Su Zengrou said gently, “I’m sorry, dear. I raised a bastard of a son!”
Wen Suhe was indeed quite the bastard, though he had his good points too.
Qiao Yin: “It’s not your fault.”
Su Zengrou: “You’re right, it’s his father’s fault!”
The two shared a smile and enjoyed their lunch happily.
During the meal, they received a video call from Wen Suhe, who insisted on verifying that it was indeed his mother sitting across from her.
After hanging up, Su Zengrou sighed. “It was easier to escape in the old days, without all this advanced technology. Now there are surveillance cameras everywhere.”
Qiao Yin felt like crying but had no tears: “I was born in the wrong era!”
Su Zengrou asked: “Can you drive?”
Qiao Yin shook her head.
Su Zengrou declared decisively: “Learn!”
Qiao Yin thought for a moment: “He won’t allow me to learn.”
With Wen Suhe’s possessive nature, how could he possibly allow her to learn driving?
Su Zengrou smiled: “Let me think of a way.”
That afternoon, Qiao Yin posted in her social media circle thanking Su Zengrou for gifting her a car.
Within minutes, Wen Suhe called.
Qiao Yin was currently sitting in a car dealership eating dessert, her voice sweet. “Hello~”
“Good Baby, you like cars?”
Wen Suhe’s tone gave no indication of his mood. Qiao Yin, who had been quite excited moments before, suddenly felt like she’d been doused with cold water, her entire body turning cold.
Su Zengrou gestured for the phone, and Qiao Yin handed it over.
“Su Su, that’s my wedding gift to my daughter-in-law.”
Wen Suhe: “Mom, she doesn’t know how to drive.”
“If she doesn’t know, she can learn! Yin Yin is so smart, she could get her license in two months during summer break.” Su Zengrou stirred her coffee. “Want to make a bet?”
Qiao Yin: “…”
Please don’t!
She didn’t have that much confidence!
“Mom, summer break is so hot and sunny. You want her to learn to drive? Do you want my wife to get tanned?”
Wen Suhe’s voice sounded very displeased.
Qiao Yin didn’t want to get tanned!
Her constitution was indeed poor – often confined at home, she was lazy about moving around, afraid of heat and fearful of cold.
Su Zengrou: “Old-fashioned! Nowadays driving schools have indoor facilities.”
Wen Suhe: “Mom, I’ll discuss this with her when I go back tonight.”
Su Zengrou: “Getting a driver’s license adds another skill, it won’t do her any harm.”
Wen Suhe twirled the pen in his hand, “She doesn’t need it.”