Volume 1 Chapter 13: Good Baby Is Fragrant, Rubbing Against Good Baby’s Scent
Wen Suhe’s possessiveness had been strong since childhood—not only towards his belongings but even towards his friends.
Back then, Wen Suhe and Xie Guansheng were friends, so he wouldn’t befriend others and didn’t allow Xie Guansheng to play with anyone else either.
Later, Yan Qing joined their class and developed a crush on Xie Guansheng. It took great effort for her to integrate into their circle, turning their duo into a trio.
As they grew older, Wen Suhe became less domineering than in his childhood, and his circle of close friends expanded.
Little did anyone know, Wen Suhe had merely hidden it well—his inherently possessive nature hadn’t changed at all; in fact, it had grown even more intense than before.
Poor Qiao Yin, will she be able to handle it?
Xie Guansheng held Yan Qing’s hand. “They’re all girls.”
“I mind.”
Aside from himself, Wen Suhe didn’t want anyone else touching Qiao Yin.
Yan Qing verbally agreed, saying “I understand, I understand,” while secretly complaining about Wen Suhe’s issues!
After dinner, everyone moved to the clubhouse to sing.
Yan Qing noticed Qiao Yin sitting obediently beside Wen Suhe, neither drinking nor playing games.
She did request a few songs, though.
As soon as Qiao Yin picked up the microphone and began singing, the private room fell silent.
Qiao Yin’s singing voice was different from her usual soft, gentle speaking tone—it was an even more captivating and enchanting vocal quality.
Wen Suhe held his cards, his gaze fixed intently on Qiao Yin’s profile through his glasses. She looked serene and beautiful, like a painting.
This was his first time hearing Qiao Yin sing.
Good Baby sings so beautifully—what a treat for these people!
During a break between songs, Qiao Yin realized everyone was staring at her and felt extremely embarrassed.
Why were they looking at her!
They should just carry on with their own activities!
“Brother Wen, why don’t you sing a duet with your wife!”
Yang Yunting handed another microphone to Wen Suhe.
Wen Suhe took the microphone—not for any particular reason, but to prevent anyone else from singing along and interfering with his enjoyment of his wife’s voice.
After finishing one song, Qiao Yin put down the microphone.
Wen Suhe’s eyes burned with intensity as he pulled her onto his lap. “Good Baby, why didn’t you tell me you sing so beautifully?”
“You never asked~”
Qiao Zhongjie had invested considerable effort in her, hoping she would marry into wealth and achieve upward social mobility.
Si Yao had once wanted her to attend film school together, thinking it would be fun to act and gossip side by side.
But Qiao Zhongjie forbade it.
After personally watching Qiao Yin fill out her college applications, he didn’t even allow her to touch a computer afterward.
Wen Suhe held the microphone. “Not singing anymore?”
“No.”
With everyone staring at her, she felt too shy!
“Good girl, sing for your husband alone when we get home. Only for me to hear.” Wen Suhe kissed her cheek. “Come play cards with me.”
“What game are you playing?”
“Texas Hold’em.”
“I don’t know how~”
Qiao Yin genuinely didn’t know.
“The rules are simple.” Wen Suhe whispered in her ear.
But Qiao Yin let the words go in one ear and out the other, only feeling that she had eaten too much at dinner and was too full, wanting to take a walk to digest.
“Did you understand?”
“No.”
Wen Suhe’s eyes filled with affection. “It’s fine, you can learn while playing.”
“So lovey-dovey!”
“Holding your wife while playing cards—have you considered how us single people feel?!”
“I can’t take it! I’m not playing anymore, I’m going to sing!”
Wen Suhe raised an eyebrow slightly. “Pointless rage. If you want a wife, go find one yourself.”
“I don’t have Brother Wen’s luck to meet someone as gentle, obedient, and beautiful as your wife!” Yang Yunting was so envious!
He slapped his thigh repeatedly in frustration, then vented his dissatisfaction by roaring loudly through song.
No one paid him any attention.
Although they were playing cards, they weren’t gambling with money but with drinks.
Qiao Yin didn’t know how to play, and Wen Suhe lost, unknowingly drinking quite a lot of alcohol.
Just after he went to the restroom, Yan Qing sat down beside Qiao Yin.
“How did you two meet?”
Qiao Yin: “Our parents introduced us.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie—her father had taken her to meet Wen Suhe.
She hadn’t heard of the Qiao Family, but given the Wen Family’s status in North City, Wen Suhe didn’t need a business marriage alliance.
“You look so well-behaved, I never expected you to be so bold! Wen Suhe has quite strong controlling tendencies.”
Yan Qing thought Wen Suhe was truly perverse—how could he lay hands on someone as pure and innocent as Qiao Yin!
It was simply outrageous.
“Mhm.”
“Let’s add each other as friends. If you ever need anything, feel free to contact me.” Yan Qing took out her phone. “Hurry, hurry.”
The scene of Qiao Yin and Yan Qing adding each other as friends was caught red-handed by Wen Suhe.
With many people in the private room, Wen Suhe didn’t make a scene on the spot.
But in the car on the way back, he took Qiao Yin’s phone. “Still being a good girl—only added Yan Qing.”
If she dared add any other men, he would delete them instantly.
It was completely pointless.
Qiao Yin looked indifferent: “If you don’t like it, just delete her~”
Wen Suhe really deleted Yan Qing.
Qiao Yin: ﹏
Whatever!
Wen Suhe wrapped his arms around her soft waist: “Good Baby, I don’t like her touching you. She has no sense of boundaries.”
Qiao Yin: (_|||)
Wen Suhe buried his face in her shoulder and nuzzled lightly, “I’m jealous.”
Then you really are a little glutton!
Qiao Yin mentally complained like that, but verbally responded softly, “Wen Suhe, she was just asking me why I’m so thin.” You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”
“You think I’m making a big deal out of nothing?”
“Has no same-sex person ever touched your body? You can do whatever you want, but I can’t do anything.” Qiao Yin gave up. “Think whatever you want.”
She didn’t even care that Wen Suhe had deleted Yan Qing.
Yan Qing was Wen Suhe’s friend.
“Good girl, I won’t let anyone touch me either, you can rest assured.” Wen Suhe kissed her neck, his voice breathy. “I’m yours.”
“Mm~”
“You smell awful, don’t kiss me~”
Qiao Yin had low alcohol tolerance and disliked the smell of alcohol.
Tonight, she had helped Wen Suhe play cards, and whenever they lost, Wen Suhe drank the alcohol.
He drank a lot but wasn’t drunk.
“Good Baby smells nice, let me rub against Good Baby’s fragrance.” Wen Suhe desperately wanted to cling to her.
The blood in his body was restless—from the moment he first laid eyes on Qiao Yin, the gene to love her was etched into his bones.
Essentially, he wasn’t much different from his father.
The difference between loving and not loving was very clear.
Once he fell in love, it was forever.
Qiao Yin opened her small purse, took out perfume, and sprayed Wen Suhe twice.
“Alright, now you smell nice too. Stop rubbing against me.”
The car was filled with a light, delicate fragrance that was utterly captivating.
Wen Suhe continued sniffing her scent. “I don’t smell bad now, Good Baby. Don’t dislike me.”
Qiao Yin was helpless.
The next day, Qiao Yin went to take her exam with a sore back and weak legs.
After the exam, she ran into Lan Yezhou.
“Classmate Qiao, why did you delete me?”
Qiao Yin felt apologetic. “I’m sorry, I’m not going to the summer camp. My family won’t allow it.”
“I see, that’s quite a pity.” Lan Yezhou caught up with her. “Even if you’re not going to the summer camp, you didn’t have to delete me. We could still be friends.”
“Sorry, my family is very strict.”
Qiao Yin was still in school, and her marriage hadn’t been widely announced there.
Her roommate only knew she had moved out of the dorm for certain reasons, but didn’t know the specifics.
“Classmate Lan, stop following me. Keeping your distance is for your own good.”
After saying this, Qiao Yin ran downstairs. Lan Yezhou, not understanding why, followed her.