Volume 1 Chapter 5: Mother Has Many Experiences of Running Away from Home
“No.”
Qiao Yin lazily flipped through her book, casually saying, “With you interrupting, I forgot to do it when I had the chance.”
Wen Suhe wasn’t annoyed. Since Qiao Yin wanted to design it herself, he would wait for her to do so.
He sat beside Qiao Yin, naturally wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his embrace.
Qiao Yin struggled a few times, using the book to press against his chest. Her dewy almond-shaped eyes gazed at him as she said, “I just received a call from your mother. She wants us to go back to the old mansion for dinner tonight.”
Only then did Wen Suhe understand why the usually obedient Qiao Yin was acting this way. He took the book from her hand and said, “With me here, you don’t need to worry about anything.”
So whether she wanted to go or not didn’t matter at all. Wen Suhe didn’t even bother to ask her.
It seemed like everyone thought her opinion was unimportant.
No one cared whether she lived or died.
For their first return to the old mansion, Wen Suhe took it very seriously, determined to present her in the most perfect state before the Wen family.
Qiao Yin was manipulated like a puppet for an hour by the makeup artist and stylist before getting into the car heading to the Wen family old mansion.
Since childhood, Qiao Yin had rarely been exposed to outside information. Only after marrying Wen Suhe and moving into the enormous home at Shanshui Garden did she realize how wealthy the Wen family truly was – absolutely top-tier rich.
If she had to be cautious around Wen Suhe, wouldn’t his parents be even more difficult to deal with, with even stronger oppressive presence?
Sigh…
If only Wen Suhe’s parents didn’t approve of them being together.
Even if they threw five million at her and told her to get lost, that would be better.
With five million, she could buy a house in a small city – enough for her to live on.
That would be better than now, in this information age where she couldn’t even freely use her own phone.
Before marriage, she was a caged bird; after marriage, she became a golden canary.
Just exchanged for a more luxurious, larger, and more beautiful cage, that’s all.
She was almost losing her personality.
Such a soulless person would eventually be discarded.
“What are you thinking about?”
Wen Suhe liked holding her, sticking close to her, intimately pressing against her shoulder and taking deep breaths, as if he were a cat and she was the catnip he couldn’t resist.
Wen Suhe was addicted.
“I’m thinking about how much money they’ll throw at me to make me leave you.” Qiao Yin’s red lips curved into a smile. “In TV dramas, it’s always at least five million. Since we’re married, I should be able to get more, right?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt intense pain in her shoulder. Through the thin fabric, Wen Suhe’s teeth sank down heavily.
It hurt so much.
For a few seconds, Qiao Yin even felt world-weary thoughts.
Just bite her to death.
Anyway, she was just an empty shell now, without a free soul.
“Good Baby, you’re the first girl I’ve been interested in all these years. They won’t drive you away.” Wen Suhe’s tone remained steady and unhurried as his fingers straightened the dress that had been messed up on her shoulder.
He suddenly started worrying about something else.
He couldn’t let Qiao Yin have too much contact with his mother.
His mother had many experiences of running away from home.
If she taught Qiao Yin even a little of that, he would suffer.
He hoped Qiao Yin wouldn’t disappoint him.
Don’t run away.
Qiao Yin felt anxious inside. Why weren’t they following the usual script!
Drive her away!
She had been looking forward to it.
Disappointed, heartbroken.
She’d just slack off tonight.
The car entered the Wen family old mansion, with servants standing on both sides of the main building.
Wen Suhe held Qiao Yin’s hand as they got out of the car. The servants called out in unison, “Welcome home, Young Master, Young Madam.”
The uniform, thunderous voices were deafening, making Qiao Yin’s heart tremble slightly—it was all too exaggerated.
She didn’t like this kind of pompous display at all.
“Su Su!”
A gentle female voice, one she had heard over the phone, called out. Qiao Yin followed the sound and looked over.
Su Zengrou was dressed in a purple cheongsam, her long hair elegantly coiled up. A purple crystal necklace and earrings accentuated her luxurious and noble demeanor, exuding an air of grace.
It was clear that she had been well-cherished. Judging by Wen Suhe’s age, this lady before her had to be at least in her forties, yet she was exceptionally well-maintained, her skin appearing as if she were only in her thirties.
“Is this Yin Yin? How adorable!” Su Zengrou’s eyes were fixed entirely on Qiao Yin as she warmly stepped forward to take her hand. “That rascal has been hiding you away as if we would devour you. Let me take you on a tour, dear.”
Wen Suhe pulled Qiao Yin into his embrace. “I’ll take her.”
Su Zengrou’s raised hand froze mid-air. Wen Suhe had been very close to her when he was young, but over time, he had grown increasingly distant.
Her gaze then fell on Qiao Yin in his arms. Dressed in a custom-made white evening gown, silver high heels, and a pearl necklace, with exquisite makeup, she looked as perfect and beautiful as a BJD doll.
Wen Suhe seemed to enjoy playing dress-up with Qiao Yin.
Su Zengrou awkwardly lowered her hand. “It’s getting late. Let’s have dinner first. You can take your time exploring afterward. Stay here tonight.”
She understood her son’s possessiveness toward his wife—it was exactly like his father’s.
As Wen Suhe and Qiao Yin walked past her, Su Zengrou’s eyes met Qiao Yin’s. There was a fragile, pitiable, and helpless look in them.
She knew exactly what that meant.
That wretched boy, Wen Suhe!
No wonder he had married in secret and hadn’t brought her home to meet them.
So Qiao Yin never wanted to marry him in the first place.
During dinner, Su Zengrou didn’t show any signs of displeasure. She chatted warmly with Qiao Yin, watching as her son attentively served Qiao Yin, ensuring she didn’t have to lift a finger. If there hadn’t been elders present, he probably would have held her on his lap and fed her.
Su Zengrou had experienced this kind of situation before.
It was the family influence corrupting people.
It was the genes corrupting people.
Wen Suhe had completely inherited his father Wen Xuran’s temperament, personality, and sharp intellect.
Su Zengrou shot a resentful glare at her husband.
Wen Xuran, completely baffled by the glare, placed the crab meat he had just peeled into his wife’s bowl.
When it came to taking care of his wife, he had 29 years more experience than his son. He wouldn’t lose.
But why was his wife still angry?
Why?
Wen Xuran couldn’t understand.
As the meal drew to a close, Su Zengrou spoke up, “You two are usually busy with work, but Yin Yin and I have more free time. Yin Yin, let’s exchange contact information. We can go shopping together in the future.”
Qiao Yin lowered her head sadly, her voice timid and soft. “I didn’t bring my phone. I don’t use it much usually. If you’d like to go shopping with me, Mom, you can call the landline.”
Quick, condemn Wen Suhe!
That possessive jerk never allowed her to carry her phone when he was around.
He even inspected every contact on her phone, deleting anyone he deemed unnecessary.
It was as if he believed Qiao Yin’s world only needed him.
She didn’t need social interactions for the rest of her life—only conversations with Wen Suhe.
He probably wanted to see that exact scenario unfold.
Qiao Yin’s words only confirmed Su Zengrou’s suspicions.
Furious, Su Zengrou kicked Wen Xuran under the table several times.
That little rascal spawned by the big rascal!
The little rascal had grown up watching and learning from his father, picking up his domineering ways of taking what he wanted by force.
Wen Xuran was confused, but if his wife kicked him, there must be a reason.
Even without one, he was her punching bag anyway.
He deserved it.
But why was his wife still unhappy after kicking him?
Wen Xuran leaned closer. “If you’re still upset, kick me a couple more times.”
Su Zengrou, even angrier, pinched his thigh and whispered, “Do something about your son.”