Volume 1 Chapter 2: Putting Beautiful Golden Chains on the Baby’s Ankles
Not long after they got together, Wen Suhe asked her what she liked.
She said she liked gold.
Because gold could be easily converted to cash no matter where she went.
But she never expected Wen Suhe’s first gold gift to her would be a pair of ankle chains.
No wonder they call them canaries!
They need to be tethered with golden chains.
His tall figure crouched down before Qiao Yin. This man of high status and power, who could turn clouds and rain with a flip of his hand, carefully fastened the golden chains around her ankles.
Qiao Yin not only had an innocent appearance but also an excellent figure – small-boned, seemingly slender, yet perfectly curvaceous where it mattered.
Even her ankles were something Wen Suhe adored beyond words.
After putting on the golden chains, he devoutly kissed his wife’s knee.
“Good Baby, if you ever disobey and sneak out, I’ll lock you up, okay?”
How dare Qiao Yin say no.
She was a good girl after all!
Of course, she followed her father at home and would follow her husband after marriage.
As soon as Wen Suhe stood up, Qiao Yin threw herself into his arms, her palm-sized face beaming with smiles. “Okay, lock me up. I’ll stay by my husband’s side forever, eat my husband’s food, live in my husband’s house, sleep with my husband, and be a freeloader for life.”
Wen Suhe was certain he had fallen in love with Qiao Yin at first sight, but whether she had any feelings for him – that he truly couldn’t figure out.
In the beginning, Qiao Yin was terrified of him, avoiding eye contact, trembling at his touch, timid and soft like a frightened little rabbit.
After a month, she was already willing to act spoiled in front of him.
Even if she didn’t like him at first, she must have developed some affection for him by now.
He was seven years older than her. He hadn’t even asked if she had someone she liked before urgently taking her to get married and bringing her home for forced love.
He should have been more patient.
Wen Suhe was pleased by her coaxing, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he gently ruffled Qiao Yin’s smooth hair. “Okay, you said it yourself.”Heavens, I was just saying that to tease this yandere – don’t take it seriously!”
She had truly had enough of this life without freedom.
Qiao Yin softly “Mm”-ed in response, lowering her head to look at her legs.
Her parents had been strict since childhood – no pocket money, no going out freely, staying home every day – which had nurtured her fair and delicate skin.
The golden chains and her pale, tender ankles complemented each other, creating a strangely enchanting beauty.
Wen Suhe crouched down again, removed the golden chains from her ankles, and placed them in the storage cabinet.
Weren’t they a gift for her?
Shouldn’t they be given to her for safekeeping?
If she could occasionally steal a section of the gold to sell, she could save quite a bit of money.
When would she ever save up enough for the huge living expenses needed to leave Wen Suhe and leave the capital!
And she couldn’t be discovered.
Worry showed on Qiao Yin’s face before she realized it, her delicate brows furrowing.
Wen Suhe held her soft little hand. “Good Baby, as long as you don’t run away, those chains will never be used in this lifetime.”
Hah…
Guess if I believe you.
Even if she didn’t run away, given someone’s thrill-seeking nature, they would definitely be used someday.
Fortunately, Wen Suhe’s gifts weren’t limited to just ankle chains – there were also two globally limited edition bags.
Those bags had only one allocated per country, truly luxury items.
Could these be secretly sold?
Once Wen Suhe gave more gifts, he wouldn’t notice which bags were missing from home, right?
“I love them so much!”
“Husband, you’re so good to me!”
Qiao Yin held one in her left hand and another in her right, leaning in to stand on her tiptoes and plant a kiss on Wen Suhe’s cheek.
“Do you like the bag?”
“I do. I love any gift from my husband.”
Give me more.
Give me more!
It’s all what she deserved.
Staying by the side of a twisted, obsessive control freak like Wen Suhe, she absolutely had to claim compensation for her psychological distress!
Wen Suhe’s gaze was filled with utmost affection. “Such a good girl. How about accompanying your husband to the office?”
“But I need to study for finals. I can’t afford to fail. If I do, it would embarrass you if word got out,” Qiao Yin said, not wanting to go to the office.
Going to the office meant she would be under Wen Suhe’s watchful eye all day, subject to his frequent disturbances.
“You can study at the office too.”
With that one sentence, he blocked all her escape routes.
The obedient girl had no choice but to follow Wen Suhe to the company.
Once there, Wen Suhe pulled her to sit at his desk, where two computers were set up. He turned one of them on.
“Good Baby, what’s your husband’s computer password?”
“My birthday?”
“Correct.”
Sometimes, Qiao Yin truly couldn’t understand how Wen Suhe’s brilliant mind had become so unreasonable after they got together.
He had changed all his passwords to something related to her.
And her passwords had to be changed to something related to him.
Every time he needed to use something, he would ask her what the password was.
If she couldn’t answer, he would kiss her until she cried.
He called it “punishment for forgetting.”
Qiao Yin entered her birthday, and the computer unlocked. The screen that greeted her was a photo of her—a sleeping photo, no less.
She had every reason to suspect Wen Suhe had taken it secretly.
“I have three meetings this morning, so I might be a bit busy. Be a good girl and wait for me in the office,” Wen Suhe said, leaning down to place a warm kiss on her cheek. “Good Baby, if you miss me, you can come find me.”
Find you for what?
To sit on your lap during meetings?
Just imagining the scene made Qiao Yin cringe so hard she could dig her toes into the ground.
She nodded obediently.
Wen Suhe left, reassured.
Qiao Yin logged into her social account, downloaded the exam highlights the class monitor had shared in the group chat, and began reviewing.
Her father’s goal in raising her had always been clear: grow her up, then arrange a marriage alliance or “sell” her for a good price.
Qiao Zhongjie had been lucky—she had caught Wen Suhe’s eye.
Even her choice of major in college hadn’t been up to her.
She ended up studying Chinese literature.
The courses were quite easy for Qiao Yin. After a quick review, she had already memorized the key points.
So boring.
She wanted to make money.
But Wen Suhe controlled her even more strictly than Qiao Zhongjie did.
Trying to earn money without Wen Suhe finding out was such a struggle!
As she was lost in thought, the office door opened.
Cassie, the assistant, walked in carrying a tray of fruit, desserts, and a cup of peach oolong tea.
Qiao Yin fixed her with an innocent, pitiful gaze. “Sister Cassie, I want to go out for a bit. Can you not tell him?”
Cassie paused mid-action. “Madam, please don’t make things difficult for an employee. You know the CEO’s temperament.”
Qiao Yin frowned. “How do you all work under someone so domineering, authoritarian, and dictatorial?”
“The pay is high.”
That was such a valid point that Qiao Yin had no retort.
Cassie also thought the CEO was downright insane.
Just a month ago, the CEO had been single, and then suddenly, he was married.
The young madam before her seemed gentle, obedient, sweet, and utterly naive.
Rumor had it she was only 20 and hadn’t even graduated from university yet.
He just whisked her home to be his wife.
And he’s extremely strict with his control.
Cassie’s gossipy heart was burning with curiosity, “Madam, I’m really curious—how did you and the CEO meet? You suddenly had a whirlwind marriage. What do you like about him?”