Volume 1 Chapter 6: Yandere Tendencies Are Hereditary
Wen Suhe had always been strong-willed since childhood.
In their younger years, Wen Xuran and Su Zengrou’s relationship wasn’t as good as it is now.
Su Zengrou would frequently run away from home, never missing an opportunity to do so.
Wen Xuran devoted all his attention to his wife and company, leaving their son to be raised by the best tutors, chefs, and butlers.
When necessary, he would carry their son while begging his wife to return home.
Wen Suhe had been a tool since childhood.
Even after growing up, he remained a tool for inheriting the family business.
Wen Suhe might not necessarily listen to him.
But when it came to his wife’s words, Wen Xuran had no choice but to obey.
Adopting a authoritative tone, he said gravely, “Suhe, send Qiao Yin’s contact information to your mother after returning home.”
Wen Suhe responded with a faint “Mm.”
Looking at it from another perspective, going shopping with Su Zengrou might not be so bad – it could even present an opportunity to escape!
Her ID card!
When would Wen Suhe give it back to her?
This poor girl was suffering inside.
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After dinner, Wen Xuran called Wen Suhe to the study to discuss business matters.
Seizing the opportunity, Su Zengrou took Qiao Yin to the home theater.
The home theater had the best soundproofing, and with a movie playing as background music, it made for an excellent private conversation space.
Qiao Yin absentmindedly ate grapes, enjoying their sweet juice and soft, chewy flesh.
Seeing Qiao Yin was like looking at her younger self from over twenty years ago.
Though back then she had been stubborn and rebellious – the more Wen Xuran didn’t want her to do something, the more determined she became to do it.
She caused endless trouble, even running away while pregnant with Wen Suhe.
Eventually, she was caught and confined here.
Compassion filled Su Zengrou’s eyes. “Yinyin, as someone who’s been through this, I can see the delicate dynamics between you and Suhe. You don’t need to feel nervous or restrained around me. You can openly tell me – are you here willingly?”
Though the home theater’s sound system was better than most cinemas, Qiao Yin still clearly heard Su Zengrou’s gentle voice.
Uncertain whether to trust Su Zengrou, she remained silent, only quickening her pace of eating grapes.
Sometimes body language speaks volumes.
Indeed, seeing this made Su Zengrou’s heart ache even more. She gently stroked Qiao Yin’s back. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”
“It’s useless…” Qiao Yin murmured with her head lowered. “I have nothing. Even if I could leave, I’d just be caught and brought back…”
“This is our fault for not raising our son properly. We set a bad example – he learned everything from his father.” Su Zengrou felt she shared responsibility too.
“I’ll help you. I have extensive experience with running away from home.” Su Zengrou patted her gently.
Huh?
Help her escape?
Was she serious?
What would Wen Suhe do when he found out?
One was his mother, the other was the woman he currently loved.
They were family – what if Su Zengrou was just trying to trick her into confessing?
“You need to think carefully about whether you truly love him. If you do, I suggest you have a proper conversation. The way he expresses affection is learned from his father – most people genuinely can’t handle it.”
Qiao Yin nodded slightly.
She couldn’t handle it at all.
Life at home had been suffocating enough, but being with Wen Suhe stripped her of even more dignity.
She was just Wen Suhe’s little accessory.
“No rush. After we exchange contact information, we can discuss this gradually. Remember to delete chat records – they get checked.”
Qiao Yin: “!!!”
Mom, you’re so experienced!
It seems Wen Suhe’s possessive nature is indeed hereditary.
How terrifying.
What kind of family is this?
If she were to become pregnant with Wen Suhe’s child in the future and give birth to a son, would he turn out the same way?
The mere thought sent chills down Qiao Yin’s spine, making the grapes she had taken from the fridge feel warm in her hand.
Before the movie ended, Wen Suhe entered the room.
Without a word, he sat beside Qiao Yin, took her hand, and began to play with and caress her fingers.
While others might fiddle with walnuts or prayer beads, Wen Suhe preferred to toy with her fingers.
Qiao Yin felt nervous and uneasy, afraid that Wen Suhe might notice something amiss.
Before he came in, Su Zengrou had been sharing her experiences of running away from home with her.
Pretending to be tired, Qiao Yin let out a yawn.
“Shall we go back to the room to sleep?”
“Mm.”
Wen Suhe directly scooped Qiao Yin up in his arms and carried her out of the home theater.
Su Zengrou watched their retreating figures and frowned.
The next moment, Wen Xuran appeared before her in a bathrobe, holding a bottle of red wine and glasses.
Her sigh grew even heavier.
“Darling, why the sigh?”
Wen Xuran walked in and poured a glass of wine. “It’s a good thing our son is married. We used to worry he might be gay, but now we can rest assured—the Wen family line won’t be broken.”
Thinking about Wen Suhe and Qiao Yin’s situation, Su Zengrou felt irritated just looking at Wen Xuran.
It’s all because of this scoundrel’s genes—otherwise, how could their son have turned out like this?
“How can you still be in the mood to drink? Your son has taken after you—seeing a girl he likes and bringing her straight home to marry, without a care for whether she’s willing or not.” Su Zengrou refused the wine he offered. “Wen Xuran, your genes are to blame.”
“Darling, every generation has its own path. He makes his own decisions. If you had insisted I decide for him, he would have been in an arranged marriage with a woman he doesn’t love. This way is better—at least the person by his side is someone he cares for.”
Su Zengrou: “…”
How could she have forgotten that Wen Xuran was the same kind of person?
He didn’t think Wen Suhe had done anything wrong; instead, he saw his son as a real man, brave enough to pursue true love!
First, claim the body, then win the heart.
Wen Xuran had followed that very path.
“You’re sleeping in the guest room tonight.” Su Zengrou stood up to leave.
Wen Xuran blocked her with one arm while taking a sip of wine. Holding the wine in his mouth, he cupped the back of her head and kissed her, transferring the wine between their lips.
She couldn’t outmaneuver him when they were young, and even now, in their older years, she still couldn’t.
Su Zengrou fumed.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Qiao Yin held her nightgown, her dewy eyes darting nervously. Despite her petite frame, she stood firmly at the bathroom door. “No, I don’t want to shower with you.”
They had tried it once before—after their intimate moments, exhausted, she had been carried into the bathroom to shower together, only to be taken advantage of by Wen Suhe all over again in the bathroom.
The memory of being teased in the bathtub made her ears burn with embarrassment, her face flushing hot.
It was too humiliating—especially with the large mirror in the bathroom.
Wen Suhe was clearly up to no good.
She didn’t want to go through that a second time.
His slender, well-defined fingers gently lifted her chin. Qiao Yin met his deep, intense gaze, which clearly reflected her own image—small and vulnerable, like a beautiful, fragile object.
His warm fingertips drifted from her chin to her lips, pressing down with just the right pressure. “Good Baby, what did you and Mom talk about while watching the movie?”
“N-nothing much.”
As Qiao Yin spoke, her lips parted and closed, lightly brushing against his fingertips.
The gentle touch and ambiguous atmosphere stirred Wen Suhe’s heart.
“Good Baby won’t tell the truth, so let me guess.” A faint smile curled at the corner of Wen Suhe’s lips. “She asked you whether you like me, whether you’re with me voluntarily—am I right?”