Volume 1 Chapter 9: The Yandere Gets Locked Out by His Wife
Lan Yezhou?
“I don’t like him.”
Lan Yezhou is indeed outstanding, but they’ve hardly spent any time together.
It can’t be considered liking him.
Moreover, Qiao Yin doesn’t want to drag other people into her miserable married life.
“I thought my Good Baby considered me too old and wanted to date younger boys.” Wen Suhe appeared to have relaxed, but his eyes remained dark and cold.
It’s just that Qiao Yin couldn’t see it.
“I want to join the summer camp just for myself.” Qiao Yin seized the opportunity to say, “I’ve never participated in one before, nor have I ever gone out to play with other schoolmates. I’m really curious about what summer camps are like.”Husband~” Qiao Yin hugged his arm, coquettishly, “Please let me go.” I promise to come back safe and sound.”
She did plan to run away, but not now.
She hasn’t transferred the money yet!
“How can you guarantee that?” Wen Suhe pinched her chin, “Good Baby, if something unexpected happens and I’m not there to save you, what would we do?”
Qiao Yin’s eyes welled up with tears, “You really won’t let me go?”
“I’ll accompany you to wherever the summer camp is going.”
“Then what’s the point? I’m not going anymore!” Qiao Yin stiffened her face and angrily pushed him away.
Ugh!
Annoying!
Wen Suhe is super super super annoying!
“You’d be happy going with other people, but going with me makes you disgusted and resistant?”
Wen Suhe’s mind conjured up images of Qiao Yin laughing and chatting with that male student, his eyes growing increasingly gloomy.
Good Baby dislikes him!!!
What’s wrong with him?
Being a bit older?
He graduated from university a long time ago.
He can’t control the age gap, but he won’t fall short in any other aspect compared to other men.
“You’re busy with work, and the summer camp lasts for a week.” Qiao Yin wanted to avoid him for a week.
Why is it so difficult!
“Good Baby, it’s just one week. Your husband’s time belongs entirely to you.” Wen Suhe kissed her cheek, “I’ll get the summer camp itinerary from the school administration. I’ll accompany you then.”
Qiao Yin lowered her head and muttered gloomily, “I’m not going.”
Wen Suhe curled his lips, opened her bag, and took out her phone.
Wen Suhe knew Qiao Yin’s phone password and had even registered his fingerprint.
She had just added Lan Yezhou today. Would Wen Suhe be sensitive enough to notice the new contact in her list?
She had already deleted the friend request record.
But she was still nervous.
Wen Suhe’s intelligence is quite high.
Wen Suhe could tell at a glance that there was one more contact in her list. Without even thinking, he knew it was the boy who came out with her.
He wanted to delete all these contacts.
Good Baby belongs to him alone.
“You added him.”
A statement, not a question.
Strangely, even though Wen Suhe wasn’t choking her neck, Qiao Yin felt suffocated.
She didn’t dare to breathe, holding her breath while her hands anxiously tugged at her skirt fabric.
“Breathe!!”
Seeing her face turning red from holding her breath, Wen Suhe grabbed her face. Qiao Yin was forced to open her mouth, and the chilly air in the car rushed into her lungs.
“Hoo—”
“Hoo—”
Qiao Yin took two deep breaths.
“Too scared to breathe, yet brave enough to secretly add boys. Good Baby, how can I feel at ease letting you go out with so many boys?” Wen Suhe gently patted her back, “Good Baby, I’ll get jealous.”
“He’s just a schoolmate,” Qiao Yin explained softly.
“Of course, my Good Baby is my wife, surely you can’t bear to see me sad.” Wen Suhe casually unlocked his phone again. “Good Baby, delete him.”
“Why don’t you delete them all?” Qiao Yin retorted unhappily.
Wen Suhe raised an eyebrow. His usually docile and tolerant good girl was defying him—it seemed that boy was really important to her.
Then he’d have to delete him even more.
“Fine. Let’s delete Good Baby’s family too, since you never liked them anyway.” As he spoke, Wen Suhe deleted Qiao Yin’s stepmother from her contacts.
Qiao Yin’s eyes grew moist as she watched his slender fingers swipe through the contact list, then delete her half-brother.
His finger paused again over her father’s name.
Wen Suhe glanced at her from the corner of his eye. His Good Baby was stubbornly holding back tears, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glistening and wet, the corners reddened—so fragile and pitiful.
He absolutely adored this vulnerable, moving look of hers.
On impulse, Wen Suhe leaned in and kissed the corner of her eye, his tongue tasting the salty tears. His lips wandered over her cheek, planting intermittent kisses.
Qiao Yin: ＼(Δ’)／
He’s covering my face with kisses!!
So gross!
Wen Suhe continued to coax her, “Delete them all, keep only me, okay?”
“Mom asked me to share her contact with you.” Qiao Yin angrily pulled out a wet wipe to clean her face.
She scrubbed hard, as if she’d been contaminated by something filthy.
Wen Suhe chuckled softly at the sight. “Just keep me and her then.”
“No way!”
Qiao Yin panicked and tried to snatch the phone back.
“Wen Suhe, you’re such a dictator!”
“Give me back my phone!”
She didn’t mind him deleting her birth family contacts—their relationship had never been good anyway.
Her own parents had even “sold” her to Wen Suhe.
The remaining contacts were just Qiao Family relatives, a couple of close friends, her university advisor and class monitor.
Then there were the driver arranged by Wen Suhe, the Shanshui Garden butler, Wen Suhe’s assistant, Wen Suhe’s secretary, Wen Suhe’s business number and personal number.
Wen Suhe had arranged for her stylist, makeup artist, wedding planner, and wedding ring designer.
Looking at it this way, Lan Yezhou’s contact didn’t require any particular attention from Wen Suhe—he’d spot it quickly enough.
Being this CEO’s wife was truly suffocating!
Wen Suhe’s strong arm restrained Qiao Yin’s waist as he held the phone high above her head. Even stretching her arm to the fullest, she couldn’t reach it, instead pressing her soft body intimately against his.
So infuriating!
“Wen Suhe, you can’t do this. I’ve never asked you to distance yourself from others, never controlled your social circle. Why do you have to treat me like this?”
Unable to retrieve her phone or escape, Qiao Yin pinched his waist in frustration.
Wen Suhe relaxed his body to let her pinch him. “Good Baby, it’s because I need to socialize for work, I need to earn money to provide your extravagant lifestyle. But you don’t need those unnecessary social connections. You just need to be my Mrs. Wen.”
So she loses her name after marriage!
“Please stop deleting, okay? I promise I won’t go to the summer camp.” Qiao Yin compromised. “I won’t go anywhere. It’s sunny and hot outside anyway, not as comfortable as home.”
She was afraid Wen Suhe would delete her friends too.
Deleting her father and stepmother was whatever—if something came up, they’d naturally contact her through Wen Suhe.
“Good Baby, I’m glad you’ve come around.” Before returning the phone to her, Wen Suhe still deleted Lan Yezhou’s Green Chat contact.
Whether he was a love rival or not, Wen Suhe didn’t want that person remaining in Qiao Yin’s contact list.
Better to mistakenly eliminate than to risk letting one slip through.
Wen Suhe had always been like this.
After arriving home, Qiao Yin grabbed her bag and got out of the car.
She jogged all the way.
Completely ignoring Wen Suhe behind her.
By the time Wen Suhe leisurely made his way upstairs, he discovered that his dear wife had locked him out.