Volume 1 Chapter 17: Good Baby, Don’t Seduce Me
Wedding wedding!
She absolutely did not want to hold a wedding with Wen Suhe!
Last night, Wen Suhe had buried his face in her chest asking how the wedding ring and wedding dress designs were coming along.
Aside from drawing a circle in the office that day, she had completely forgotten about designing the wedding dress and ring herself.
Qiao Yin said lightly, “I don’t know~”
“How can you not know anything! Qiao Yin, even though you married Wen Suhe, he can divorce you anytime! You need to be more attentive!” Chen Rulan launched into lecture mode.
Qiao Yin stood before her and began to daydream.
She did the same when being scolded at home – it went in one ear and out the other, forgotten immediately, mainly responding with “uh-huh, you’re right about everything.”
Chen Rulan: “Did you hear everything Mom said? Don’t think you can rest easy just because you married into this family. You need to learn how to capture a man’s heart. Staying home all day without learning to cook – you need to capture a man through his stomach.”
“Honey, you’re back~”
Qiao Yin happily walked toward Wen Suhe.
Wen Suhe, who had just entered from outside, seemed to be surrounded by light. At this moment, Wen Suhe was like a savior, rescuing her ears.
Thank you, thank you!
Qiao Yin held onto Wen Suhe’s arm, intimately leaning against him. “Honey, Mom said I should learn to cook to capture your stomach later. What would you like to eat? I’ll go learn after changing clothes.”
“I married a wife, not a cook.” Wen Suhe coldly glanced at Chen Rulan. “My wife has delicate skin – the kitchen with its heavy smoke isn’t suitable for her. I married her to bring her home for a life of comfort, not to do housework for me.”
Qiao Yin nodded silently. Yes, yes, yes!
She never lifted a finger at home, and they actually wanted her to learn cooking.
Chen Rulan didn’t even know how to cook herself!
Chen Rulan looked embarrassed. She had thought Wen Suhe was just temporarily interested in Qiao Yin, but now it seemed he genuinely liked Qiao Yin.
That Qiao Yin could have today was all because of their guidance.
Qiao Yin should be even more grateful to them.
Yet she kept making excuses when asked to introduce a match.
Chen Rulan was unhappy.
But Qiao Zhongjie stood up with a smile to welcome Wen Suhe.
He had more self-awareness than Chen Rulan. Although he was now Wen Suhe’s father-in-law, the minds of wealthy young masters were deep and unpredictable – he didn’t dare put on airs.
Besides, Wen Suhe was famously unapproachable.
“Please sit first. I’m going upstairs to change clothes.”
After saying this, Wen Suhe pulled Qiao Yin upstairs.
There was still some time before dinner. After going upstairs, Wen Suhe didn’t immediately change clothes.
“Good Baby, I heard some things on my way here that made me a bit unhappy.”
Wen Suhe sat on the sofa, taking off his glasses. “Come here and give me an explanation.”
Qiao Yin slowly moved in front of him. “What things?”
Wen Suhe reached out his long arm and pulled her down. Qiao Yin sat on his lap.
His strong, powerful arms circled her waist. Qiao Yin could feel that Wen Suhe was angry and didn’t want her to escape.
“Good Baby, do you regret marrying me?” Wen Suhe stroked her face. “Want your father to introduce other women to me?”
How could she be so cruel.
Actually wanting to push him away.
Completely heartless.
And doesn’t love him.
Just a little troublemaker.
Pretending to be well-behaved, who knows what she’s really thinking.
Qiao Yin only felt terrified, horrified.
Those words had just been spoken by Chen Rulan, and Wen Suhe already knew.
Had he been watching the surveillance footage the whole way back?
From now on, everything she did would be under Wen Suhe’s surveillance.
She absolutely couldn’t bring her fake certificate home.
“I was just arguing with her, I didn’t mean it~” Qiao Yin’s eyes were red with grievance, “When you weren’t home, I was terrified. She’s so fierce, insisting I find a match for Chen Manwen. Where would I find a quality man? The only quality man I know is my husband.”
“Thank goodness you’re back, otherwise I would’ve been chased out of the kitchen to cook…”
Qiao Yin wept sadly, burying herself in Wen Suhe’s shoulder with soft sobs, her shoulders trembling.
Whenever Qiao Yin cried, Wen Suhe’s heart would tremble.
He didn’t understand why he loved Qiao Yin so much.
It was just love at first sight – the feelings shouldn’t be that deep.
Yet after over a month together, the initial attraction hadn’t faded but instead grew stronger.
Before he knew it, he had fallen deeply in love.
And it had to be her.
With his soft, well-behaved little wife nestled pitifully in his arms, Wen Suhe wished he could just kick those two out immediately.
“Wuwuwu…”
Qiao Yin was fake crying, but the tears were real.
It was a skill she’d practiced since childhood – if she didn’t shed tears, they wouldn’t believe she was truly crying.
Even Yaoyao needed eye drops for crying scenes when she first entered the film industry, but after learning from Qiao Yin, she no longer needed assistance.
“Don’t worry about the matchmaking, I’ll handle it.” Wen Suhe gently stroked her back, “You don’t have to see them anymore if you don’t want to.”
They weren’t people with particularly deep bonds anyway.
Wen Suhe had only asked the butler to consult Qiao Yin because he remembered they were her relatives.
He never expected they came not to keep Qiao Yin company, but to ask her for favors.
“No!”
“Hmm?”
Qiao Yin realized she’d been too intense, “I mean, you don’t even know what kind of person Chen Manwen is. What if you introduce someone randomly and they don’t like each other?”
All of Wen Suhe’s friends appeared to be refined, gentlemanly sons of good families.
Chen Manwen’s personality was just like Chen Rulan’s, only more arrogant and domineering.
The gentle and considerate nature Chen Rulan described had nothing to do with Chen Manwen.
But people can always pretend if they want to.
It just depends how long the act can last.
“Good Baby, I understand.” Wen Suhe certainly wouldn’t fulfill Chen Rulan’s wish to introduce some wealthy young master to that woman.
“Did that woman ever bully you before?”
Qiao Yin had just been fake crying, tears still swirling in her eyes. Her long, curled lashes were dotted with teardrops, the corners of her eyes wet and red, her fair, tender face streaked with tear marks – fragile and pitiful.
Wen Suhe’s heart ached for her, yet he also wanted to press her down and kiss her.
The wicked elements in his heart stirred, wanting to pin Qiao Yin down and do bad things.
He allowed himself to kiss Qiao Yin’s cheek, “Good Baby, be good and tell me, or I’ll have someone investigate.”
“Yes.”
“How did she bully you?”
Qiao Yin choked back sobs, “She always took my things.”
During holidays when her father bought gifts, Chen Manwen would say she liked them and ask if she could have them.
Her parents would tell her to be more generous.
Sometimes Chen Manwen would take her things without even asking her opinion – her parents would directly decide to give them to Chen Manwen.
Her stepmother’s niece was more popular in the Qiao Family than she, the biological daughter, was.
Qiao Yin hated Qiao Zhongjie, and she hated Chen Rulan too.
She never wanted to see them again in this lifetime.
Disgusting!
“I’m yours, no one can take me away.” Wen Suhe picked her up, “When you cry like this, I really want to bully you.”
“Good Baby, don’t tempt me…”
There he goes again!
When was she tempting him!
Wen Suhe kissed her while walking, Qiao Yin forced to endure his passionate, overwhelming kisses.
The sticky, intimate kisses continued all the way to the bedside.
Qiao Yin was placed on the bed, watching Wen Suhe unbuckle his belt with a terrified expression. “No, we can’t. They’re still waiting for us downstairs.”