Volume 1 Chapter 8: Three Words That Made Wen Suhe’s Heart Ache
Qiao Yin and Wen Suhe walked downstairs hand in hand, as the elders were already awake.
Su Zengrou remained the elegant and luxurious noblewoman from yesterday, enthusiastically presenting Qiao Yin with a gift upon seeing her.
“I heard from Susu that you like gold, so I tailored the gift to your taste.”
Qiao Yin accepted the gift and thanked her obediently.
After sitting down, she secretly opened it. Wow.
So huge!
A heart-shaped gold piece the size of a fist.
Heavy and beautiful.
Seeing Qiao Yin’s delight, Su Zengrou knew she had chosen the right gift.
Wen Suhe slightly furrowed his brows. His mother gave his wife a heart—what should he give???
Was she that happy over one heart?
Next time he’d give her ten.
Qiao Yin had no morning classes but had afternoon ones.
Despite having work, Wen Suhe leisurely took her home first before heading to the company.
With class starting at 3:10 PM, Qiao Yin got up from bed at 2:30 to go to school.
She missed the days when she could live on campus—for a 3 PM class, she could sleep until 2:50!
It was already the end of the semester, so more students were attending classes.
Qiao Yin arrived just in time and had to sit in the back.
After two classes ended, Qiao Yin exited through the back door.
Outside, she unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.
Lan Yezhou approached her, “Classmate Qiao, you deleted me, so I had to come find you in class.”
Lan Yezhou, top student in the law department, student council president.
Before marrying Wen Suhe, Qiao Yin had fantasized about what kind of romance she might have.
Lan Yezhou was the school heartthrob, secretly admired by many.
He had a great personality—gentle, kind, excelling in morals, intellect, physique, and aesthetics.
But she would never have the chance to experience a normal relationship now.
While Qiao Yin was lost in thought, Lan Yezhou reached her, “I came to ask if you’re still going to the summer camp during the break?”
Qiao Yin originally wanted to join the summer camp to temporarily escape her suffocating home and get away for a while.
Now?
She also wanted to get away from Wen Suhe!
Some peace and quiet would be good to rest her slim waist!
When Wen Suhe wasn’t traveling for work, he would exhaust her every night.
“I’ll go! Let’s add each other back as friends.” Qiao Yin took out her phone to scan his code.
Right after marrying Wen Suhe, he had replaced her phone with a new one—the same model as his, using couple phone cases.
Qiao Yin could tolerate all that, but Wen Suhe had deleted her original two hundred contacts down to less than a hundred.
He said those unimportant people didn’t need to stay in touch anymore.
“Holy crap! A Rolls-Royce!”
“Though I know there are many wealthy people at our school, this is the first time I’ve seen one drive right up to the teaching building to wait for someone!”
“This car is so cool—added to my bucket list!”
“Did someone land a sugar daddy?”
“If I call him daddy, will he let me drive it around?”
As Qiao Yin and Lan Yezhou walked downstairs together, the chattering discussions of students ahead reached their ears.
She had a bad feeling.
There wasn’t just one Rolls-Royce—Deng Xuan wouldn’t pick her up in such a flashy car.
Could it be Wen Suhe?
Inside the car, Wen Suhe sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back in a lazy, relaxed posture, but his gaze remained fixed on the teaching building entrance outside the window.
Students streamed out, vibrant and full of youthful energy.
When Qiao Yin and Lan Yezhou appeared, they outshone everyone around them.
Wen Suhe never thought the seven-year age gap was significant before, but now he felt utterly out of place among them.
Seven years!
Wen Suhe had often skipped grades during his school years, so when Qiao Yin was in sixth grade, he was already close to graduating from university.
What were they talking about?
Qiao Yin was actually smiling at that student.
That student even waved goodbye to her.
A faint, distant smile lingered in Qiao Yin’s eyes, and it didn’t fade until the driver opened the car door for her.
What did that mean?
Was she unhappy to see him?
Qiao Yin obediently got into the car, and the door closed instantly.
The driver circled around the front of the car to get in, and Qiao Yin found herself pulled by the waist onto Wen Suhe’s lap.
“Good Baby, what were you chatting about with that classmate? Tell me all about it.”
He wondered what young people these days usually thought about.
Their age gap was undeniable, but Wen Suhe didn’t want there to be any generation gap between him and Qiao Yin.
He was grateful to be a few years older than her, able to protect her and ensure her life remained smooth and secure. The detours he had taken in life, he wouldn’t let Qiao Yin repeat them.
By his side, Qiao Yin could always live carefree.
So why did she still need to laugh and chat with other men?
Why was she being disobedient again?
Did she have to make him angry?
His rage was something Qiao Yin probably couldn’t handle.
Wen Suhe had been twenty once too; he knew exactly what men that age had on their minds.
Dirty, improper thoughts.
“I signed up for the summer camp organized by the school,” Qiao Yin knew she couldn’t hide it, so she confessed obediently.
“It’s just a bunch of hot-blooded young men and women going out to have fun together.” Wen Suhe stroked her wrist bone. “Good Baby, if you want to go somewhere, your husband will take you. What’s the point of going out with unfamiliar people you don’t know? Will they take care of you?”
“It’s hot in the summer, and you’re sensitive to heat. Your little face turns red after just a bit of sun, and you get dizzy after walking a few steps under the sun. If you go out with them, I won’t be able to rest easy.”
Wen Suhe pressed his face affectionately against hers, his voice a low, tempting whisper. “Good Baby, cancel it, okay?”
“I’m going!”
Those three words made Wen Suhe’s heart ache with anger.
Qiao Yin sat stiffly on his lap, neither submissive nor overbearing, putting on a show of resisting authority.
Wen Suhe buried his face in her shoulder and chuckled softly.
But Qiao Yin felt so wronged she wanted to cry.
How pathetic!
When you’re weak, even your anger is seen as cute.
“Good Baby, you know I won’t allow it.” Wen Suhe slowly tightened his grip on her pale, slender wrist. “Especially men—they’re no good. You’re not like other girls either; you’re married. You have a husband.”
I’m not listening, I’m not listening, turtle chanting sutras!
No gaslighting!
Qiao Yin let his words go in one ear and out the other.
Even before summer vacation started, she was being pressed into intimate activities every day. If summer came, would her slim waist even survive?
“Just because I have a husband, I can’t go out and have fun? Wen Suhe, don’t assume everyone is so bad, okay? This is a legitimate school-organized activity, and there are teachers going along.” Qiao Yin’s wrist hurt slightly, but she didn’t struggle.
She let Wen Suhe hold it.
She wanted to know when Wen Suhe would realize she was a living, breathing person who could feel pain.
The pressure on her wrist soon loosened, and his long fingers slid over the back of her hand, interlacing with hers, their fingers tightly clasped.
Qiao Yin looked down at their intimate pose and said unhappily, “You shouldn’t have married me. You should have found a mindless android who obeys your every command, someone you only need to charge every day.”
“Good Baby, I don’t like androids, I like you. The you who’s obedient, gentle and understanding.” Wen Suhe brushed his thin lips against her neck, his warm breath falling wantonly on her skin. “Good Baby, did you like that boy from earlier?”