Volume 1 Chapter 11: Young Mistress, the Young Master Wants You to Pick Him Up
Su Zengrou suddenly realized something terrifying.
The student has surpassed the master.
Wen Suhe had witnessed her and Wen Xuran playing cat-and-mouse games since he was a child.
When she was young and foolish, she had even run away from home a few times with Wen Suhe in tow.
Growing up in such an environment, Wen Suhe became highly sensitive to the idea of running away from home, and he had upgraded his “defense system.”
After hanging up the phone, Su Zengrou felt deeply apologetic.
“It’s fine.”
Qiao Yin never expected Wen Suhe to hand over his ID card just because she wanted to buy a car or learn how to drive.
She would find a way to leave that bastard sooner or later!
Su Zengrou smiled. “I still have to buy you the car.”
Just give me the cash instead! Cash!
She couldn’t drive the car away anyway!
Cars are depreciating assets, and selling them would mean a loss.
After leaving the 4S dealership, the two went shopping.
“Men’s psychology is just like children’s psychology. Praise them, give them a little treat, and they’ll be easily appeased.” Su Zengrou led Qiao Yin into a men’s clothing store. “Let’s buy Suhe a piece of clothing so he won’t bully you when he gets home tonight.”
Could a single piece of clothing really make Wen Suhe happy?
Skeptical, Qiao Yin bought a black shirt.
Since getting married, she had only ever seen Wen Suhe wear white shirts, so she deliberately chose a black one for him.
“When I was young, I was quite the troublemaker—making a fuss about everything, what you’d call a drama queen nowadays. You’re so well-behaved, Wen Suhe shouldn’t treat you this way.” Su Zengrou, however, didn’t know how to discipline Wen Suhe.
She should let Wen Xuran handle it!
If Wen Xuran didn’t step in, she’d go back to her parents’ home!
Wait.
Wasn’t this the root of the problem?
Su Zengrou felt inexplicably guilty.
Qiao Yin’s heart was heavy.
Wen Suhe specifically targeted the well-behaved ones to bully!
His criteria for choosing a partner was that they had to be obedient.
He wouldn’t tolerate disobedience.
At first, Qiao Yin didn’t cooperate with Wen Suhe at all. She tried to rebel, deliberately opposing him in an attempt to make him dislike her.
But it was completely useless.
It seemed as though Wen Suhe had fallen in love with her at first sight.
The kind that couldn’t be changed.
When she acted out, Wen Suhe thought it was because she had just left home and was in a bad mood.
Wen Suhe was very good at convincing himself.
Even when Qiao Yin said she didn’t like him, he would only reply with things like “there’s plenty of time” or “affection grows over time.”
Every time their passion peaked, he would bury himself in her and whisper, “Good Baby, do you like me a little more today?”
Her only response to him each time was fragmented moans.
Like hell she did!
Pervert!
Su Zengrou dropped Qiao Yin off at Shanshui Garden before leaving.
After arriving home, Qiao Yin received a message from Wen Suhe saying he had a business dinner to attend that night.
Great!
Stay out as long as you want, even get drunk if you like.
She didn’t care at all!
With no one to disturb her tonight, Qiao Yin happily hummed a tune.
She took a luxurious bath, and while soaking, she noticed the ambiguous marks on her body and cursed Wen Suhe a few more times.
Leaning against the bed, Qiao Yin lazily watched TV, wishing with all her heart that this bed belonged to her alone!
On the first night after arriving home, Wen Suhe didn’t sleep with her.
The day they registered their marriage, they slept in the same bed that very night.
When she saw the pink bedsheets and duvet cover, she was utterly shocked.
Wen Suhe, the dignified CEO of a conglomerate, actually liked such warm and gentle bedding.
She later found out that he had only asked the servants to buy them on the day they registered their marriage.
Wen Suhe said her hands looked beautiful, and they looked even better when gripping the bedsheets!
Pervert!
Just as Qiao Yin was laughing heartily while watching a variety show, her phone rang.
It was the custom ringtone Wen Suhe had recorded for her.
“Good Baby, hubby’s calling~”
Qiao Yin got goosebumps every time she heard this ringtone. When she recorded it, she had been sitting on Wen Suhe’s lap.
So nauseating!
She really fucking didn’t want to answer!
Qiao Yin picked up her phone, but the voice on the other end wasn’t Wen Suhe’s.
“Sis-in-law? Brother Wen drank too much, come pick him up!”
An unfamiliar man.
Qiao Yin: “Address.”
After the man gave the address, he laughed: “I’m a bit excited to meet sis-in-law for the first time! Hurry over, sis-in-law!”
After hanging up, Qiao Yin called the driver.
He wouldn’t let her learn to drive, yet expected her to pick him up.
Was she supposed to walk there on foot?
What nonsense!
Since registering their marriage with Wen Suhe, he hadn’t taken her out to meet any of his friends.
Not that she wanted to meet them anyway.
Inside the private room, Yang Yunting looked at Wen Suhe who had barely drunk two glasses. “You’ve been hiding your marriage for a whole month. Finally willing to let us meet her today?”
Wen Suhe sat in the corner, leisurely crossing his long legs. His slender fingers held a glass of whiskey with ice, his eyes dark and unreadable. Even in the noisy, bustling private room, he maintained an elegant composure, his distinguished presence standing out.
Wen Suhe really didn’t want his Good Baby to meet them.
The only reason he agreed to let Yang Yunting make that call was to see if Qiao Yin would come pick him up.
Being married and having a beautiful wife come get you was both happy and something worth showing off.
Wen Suhe wanted to show off.
But what came was the driver.
The driver said: “Young master, the young mistress said she doesn’t know how to drive, so she sent me to pick you up.”
Everyone in the private room looked at Wen Suhe and laughed in unison.
Where was the wife you promised?
Why was it the driver!
Yang Yunting glanced sideways at Wen Suhe’s expression. “Brother Wen, you weren’t lying to us, were you? You’re not actually married!”
“Marriage should happen naturally, no need to rush. We understand how you feel!”
“Right, right! If you have commitment issues, we totally get it.”
After all, Wen Suhe’s parents had that famously turbulent relationship back in the day. Not just back then – they say Mrs. Wen still runs away from home when she gets upset!
Among their circle, it made sense that Wen Suhe would be afraid of marriage.
But there was no need to lie about being married!
“You think I faked my marriage?” Wen Suhe sneered.
Yang Yunting felt a chill down his spine. “Didn’t you?”
Wen Suhe put down his glass and said coolly: “Then who answered your call just now?”
“Sis-in-law is a ghost?”
“Brother Wen, that’s taking things beyond nature!”
“Love between human and ghost!”
“Is the female ghost pretty?”
Listening to their wild speculations, Wen Suhe stood up alone. “I’ll treat you to dinner next time.”
Qiao Yin wanted to design both her wedding dress and wedding rings herself, so their wedding probably wouldn’t happen anytime soon.
If they couldn’t meet at the wedding, then they’d just have a meal together.
Showing off was absolutely necessary – his wife was so well-behaved and adorable, he’d let them have just one look.
If he ever had to travel for business, Qiao Yin could turn to them if anything happened.
Better let them recognize her face.
After Wen Suhe left, Yang Yunting belatedly gasped.
“Did you see Brother Wen’s expression when he left just now? He’s serious!”
The others disagreed: “Everyone in our circle knows Wen Suhe stays away from women because of his parents’ love story! How could he possibly have a whirlwind marriage?”
The person on the phone earlier had only said two words.
It was a female voice.
That didn’t necessarily mean it was Wen Suhe’s wife.
When Wen Suhe announced his flash marriage, he only posted a red marriage certificate photo—no rings, no couple photos—making it look like a punishment for losing a game of Truth or Dare.
The private room buzzed with discussions, but no conclusion was reached even after a long time.
Wen Suhe returned home and paused at the bedroom door.
Did Good Baby lock him out tonight?