Volume 1 Chapter 12: How Did the Good Girl Fall for Wen Suhe?
The door opened.
Wen Suhe’s lips curved upward—his wife was still his Good Baby.
The bedroom was silent. Wen Suhe conscientiously went to the guest room to shower before returning.
Qiao Yin preferred sleeping in complete darkness. Not wanting to disturb her, Wen Suhe felt his way to the bed, climbed in, and embraced his wife to sleep in one smooth motion.
When Qiao Yin woke up, a furry head was buried against her chest, sending tingling, numbing sensations through her body.
“Wen Suhe, don’t~”
You pervert!
Wen Suhe lifted his head, his eyes dazed with a few strands of hair sticking up. He licked his lips, “Good Baby’s awake. Why didn’t you come pick me up last night?”
“Didn’t the driver tell you?” Qiao Yin tugged her skirt downward.
She pulled and tugged.
Just as she managed to cover herself, Wen Suhe’s hand wandered around her waist. “Good Baby, you don’t need to learn how to drive. Look, we have drivers at home—several of them, all experienced, familiar with traffic rules, quick to react. Deng Xuan may be younger, but she’s been tested too. I trust their driving, but I’m not so confident about yours. You’re timid and slow to react. What if you encounter an emergency on the road and can’t respond in time? What if something happens?”
Wen Suhe was manipulating her again.
Qiao Yin’s mind drifted away, hearing but not responding.
What should I eat this morning?
So annoying—why do university students still have summer homework?
Can I really not go to summer camp?
Does that old man who traded his daughter for favor know his son-in-law deleted him?
Where should I hide the fake ID once it’s ready to be safe?
Wen Suhe pinched her cheek. “Good Baby, for your safety, let’s not bring up driving lessons anymore.”
Qiao Yin blinked, her focus returning. “Okay, then don’t ask me to pick you up anymore either.”
“Good Baby, when I ask you to pick me up, I don’t mean you driving to get me. There’s a difference.”
The desire hadn’t faded from Wen Suhe’s dark eyes as he smiled faintly, his slender fingers stroking her cheek.
The soft touch scattered Qiao Yin’s thoughts again. She only heard Wen Suhe say, “They all think ours is a marriage of convenience. Tonight, we’re hosting dinner for them.”
“Mm.”
Wen Suhe loved seeing Qiao Yin in white—like the pure white jasmine that first caught his eye.
So that evening, when meeting his friends, Qiao Yin wore a white satin dress that reached her ankles, paired with silver high heels that revealed glimpses of her pale, slender ankles when she walked.
Her long, straight black hair was tied up, with a few strands left loose near her temples. Pearl earrings and a necklace complemented her delicate, innocent makeup, creating a gentle, elegant look.
At first glance, anyone would label Qiao Yin a good girl.
This was exactly the effect Wen Suhe wanted.
He’d found his ideal type.
Yang Yunting arrived earliest. When they entered, he abruptly stood up, exclaiming “Holy shit!” repeatedly.
Wen Suhe narrowed his eyes, clearly disapproving of Yang Yunting’s swearing in front of Qiao Yin.
In his eyes, good girl Qiao Yin shouldn’t hear such words.
“You’re real! Not a ghost!”
“Hello, sister-in-law! I’m Yang Yunting, just call me Xiao Yang!”
“Sister-in-law looks so well-behaved! So young! Married so early—didn’t his parents break Wen Ge’s legs?”
If such an innocent, obedient girl were his daughter and someone had designs on her, he’d go crazy.
“You talk too much nonsense.” Wen Suhe wrapped his arm around Qiao Yin’s slender waist. “He’s unreliable, just ignore him.”
“Mm.”
Yang Yunting stared dumbfounded, his mind filled with thoughts of how obedient, how cute, how enviable!
Wen Suhe had just said at Xie Guansheng’s wedding that he liked the obedient type, and then he found a good girl.
Was this what they called speaking things into existence?
He wanted a wife too! He wanted a wife!!
Qiao Yin sat obediently beside Wen Suhe, who wore the black shirt Qiao Yin bought him yesterday. Sitting together in black and white—one refined and handsome, the other pure and cute—they looked surprisingly well-matched.
Qiao Yin was like an exquisite doll. One had to admit Wen Suhe took excellent care of her.
“Sister-in-law, how did you two get together?”
“What do you like about Wen Ge?”
Yang Yunting was extremely curious about this suddenly appearing sister-in-law.
Qiao Yin: “He’s rich.”
Yang Yunting: “???”
Qiao Yin’s appearance suggested she was the kind of clean, ethereal fairy untouched by worldly matters. How could she be so vulgar, only caring about money?
But it was rather simple.
Simply loving money.
Yang Yunting couldn’t help laughing.
What’s so funny? They’re both rich, yet Wen Suhe managed to find a wife!
His wide grin disappeared.
Wen Suhe played with Qiao Yin’s fingers. “You only like my money, not me?”
Go ask anyone—who could tolerate his possessive obsession?
Qiao Yin gave a fake smile: “I’ll try harder.”
Try harder to get more money, then run!
She’d strive not to get caught by Wen Suhe!
What 99 escapes? She couldn’t do that.
She wasn’t like Su Zengrou.
She had no prominent family background.
She had no parents who loved her.
“Heard someone got himself a wife!”
The cheerful voice entered before its owner appeared.
A man opened the door, and a woman with shoulder-length hair entered beside him.
The woman walked straight toward Qiao Yin.
Qiao Yin recognized her—the Yan family’s eldest daughter, Yan Qing.
Wen Suhe’s “I like the obedient type” remark had spread from Yan Qing and Xie Guansheng’s wedding.
“We flew back overnight after getting the news last night.” Yan Qing acted familiarly, sitting beside Qiao Yin. “Hi, I’m Yan Qing. And you?”
“Qiao Yin.”
“Which ‘Yin’?”
“The ‘Yin’ from ‘damp’.”
“Looks obedient, name is obedient too—no wonder someone fell head over heels!” Yan Qing warmly took out a gift. “First time meeting—this is for you.”
Qiao Yin felt overwhelmed by the favor.
“Just accept it since she’s giving it.” Wen Suhe put it in her bag for her. “She ought to give it.”
What did that mean?
Qiao Yin didn’t understand.
“Right, right! Since I married A Sheng, I’m your sister-in-law. Consider this a gift from sister-in-law to sister-in-law.” Yan Qing leaned against Xie Guansheng beside her.
They had just returned from their honeymoon, both several shades tanner.
Three more people arrived later, and the evening’s gathering began.
Qiao Yin couldn’t contribute to the topics everyone discussed, nor did she want to.
Tonight’s side mission was eating!
Foodie spirit, foodie soul—a foodie wants two stomachs!
“Burp~”
Full now.
A cup of Grape Milk Green Tea appeared on the table.
Could manage another cup.
No, half a cup.
Give the rest to Wen Suhe, lest he try to steal it from her mouth.
Qiao Yin drank half and stopped.
“Qiao Qiao has a great appetite, enjoys everything—so enviable.” Yan Qing pinched Qiao Yin’s arm. “How do you eat so much yet stay so thin? Tell me your secret!”
Yan Qing felt an intense gaze, and before she could react, Qiao Yin’s arm was pulled away.
Wen Suhe displeased: “Xie Guansheng, control your wife.”Yan Qing: (ーー;)
Seriously?” What’s wrong with just pinching her arm?