Huff~
Finally able to speak.
Mu Jiujiu’s eyes sparkled with little stars again, her voice soft and gentle, exuding perfect obedience: “I don’t wear it sometimes in summer, but never in spring, because Jiujiu is afraid of the cold. Luckily, my husband’s body is warm—hugging close feels really nice.”
Chu Yanxiu’s expression was complicated.
His gaze traveled downward, and sure enough, Mu Jiujiu made no attempt to hide or cover herself, openly displaying herself as if daring him to look. This made Chu Yanxiu seriously suspect he had X-ray vision.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice dropping a few shades darker: “And what about now?”
Now is spring—are you a cat in heat?!
Mu Jiujiu quickly explained: “Before the marriage for good luck, Aunt Yao told Jiujiu that after marrying over, at night I should take off my clothes and sleep with my husband.”
Ha. If he never woke up, she’d split the inheritance; if he woke up, she’d ride on a son’s coattails to glory.
Despicable tricks, and she’d even prepared two backup plans. What a well-played scheme!
Chu Yanxiu looked at Mu Jiujiu’s simple, naive expression and felt an inexplicable irritation: “You’re this skilled—you must have hooked plenty of men, haven’t you?”
Mu Jiujiu blinked her lashes, staring at Chu Yanxiu with a bewildered look, clearly not fully understanding the word “hooked.”
Then her mind jolted—she suddenly remembered she hadn’t introduced herself to the man who’d just woken up: “Husband, my name is Mu Jiujiu. I’m 35 years old, the bride who married you for good luck. Because you were in a coma, Jiujiu performed the wedding ceremony with a big rooster.”
Chu Yanxiu’s face was covered in black lines: “…”
Mu Jiujiu knew how to read people’s expressions. The moment she saw Chu Yanxiu narrow his eyes in warning, she quickly bit her lip: “What did husband mean by ‘hooked’ just now?”
Having spent five days with her, Chu Yanxiu had a rough understanding that Mu Jiujiu’s behavior was rigid and by-the-book, with a bit more naivety than the average person.
But he’d been lying in bed pretending to be a vegetable, so he couldn’t accurately determine whether this woman was genuinely simple or just pretending to be stupid.
At this moment, he looked down at her from above, pinching Mu Jiujiu’s chin, his gaze cold and locked onto her eyes.
This was the first time he’d seen Mu Jiujiu with her eyes open.
They were beautiful eyes.
Mu Jiujiu’s features were already exquisite—soft, fine black hair, fair skin with an oval face, gently curved willow brows, a small nose, and full, shapely lips with a vivid color. Five parts stunning, five parts demure.
At this moment, a pair of bright, alluring fox eyes were misted with moisture, and at the outer corner of her right eye sat a tiny agate-colored mole the size of a sesame seed. Her innocent face seemed brushed with a layer of rouge, radiating a seductive, bewitching charm.
He’d met her gaze, and yet he couldn’t see through her.
But her bold, brazen display right now—
If that wasn’t seduction, what was it?
Even an idiot should know what it meant for a woman to yield herself, soft and pliant, beneath a man.
Clearly, she was naturally wanton, long accustomed to such provocative games.
Chu Yanxiu’s throat tightened at Mu Jiujiu’s daring gaze. His eyes darkened, locking onto her rosy lips, his gaze slowly trailing downward, carrying a hidden undercurrent. His strong, towering frame pressed the petite Mu Jiujiu deeper and deeper into the million-yuan mattress.
Only an inch remained between their lips, their breaths tangling intimately.
The air seemed to freeze in that moment.
Mu Jiujiu sensed the danger and trembled: “Husband, scared~”
The hand pinching her chin tightened, and he looked at her pitiful whimper with cold indifference: “You seduced me—isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”
Chu Yanxiu curled his lips in a cold smile. The hand resting on Mu Jiujiu’s shoulder slid downward inch by inch.
He wanted to see just how wanton the woman that slut Qiao Yu had sent him truly was!
Her skin wasn’t merely soft—it was unexpectedly smooth, firm, and full of elasticity.
Her waist was impossibly slender, so delicate it seemed boneless. Chu Yanxiu suspected that if he tightened his fingers, he could crush her.
Below the waist, her curves were generous—the kind built for bearing children. She did have some capital for the “mother rides on son’s glory” scheme.
Chu Yanxiu’s throat rolled, a blaze of wicked fire igniting in his eyes. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t control himself.
His knee pressed against hers, and he leaned down, his lips brushing her soft, boneless earlobe as he issued a low, commanding order.
His scorching breath sprayed against Mu Jiujiu’s delicate neck, sending a numbing jolt through her lower back.
She endured the discomfort and did as told, seemingly afraid he wouldn’t be satisfied, asking in a soft, obedient voice: “Like this, husband?”
“Obedient, aren’t you.” Chu Yanxiu’s phoenix eyes narrowed, laced with a hint of mockery. The back of his fingers swept across her thigh when suddenly, two faint knocks sounded at the window.
“Tap.”
“Tap.”
Like large leaves scraping against the glass in the wind—not jarring, and if one weren’t listening carefully, barely audible at all.
But this was the signal Chu Yanxiu used to communicate with his subordinates, so he caught it instantly.
Chu Yanxiu abruptly withdrew his hand and quickly wrapped Mu Jiujiu tightly in the blanket.
Like wrapping a zongzi, he circled it around her three times, then wished he could find a rope to tie her up completely.
With the “zongzi” properly wrapped, Chu Yanxiu put half a meter of distance between himself and Mu Jiujiu.
He took out his phone and looked down at it, his molars grinding hard several times. The man who was always in control had actually been led astray by an idiot.
Mu Jiujiu knelt on the bed, wrapped up like a zongzi, and didn’t struggle.
She only stared at Chu Yanxiu with wide, puzzled eyes.
After more than ten seconds of silence, Mu Jiujiu said with a pitiful look, “Hubby, why are you tying Jiujiu up? Are we going to play a game~”
Chu Yanxiu pressed her down with one hand, tossed his phone aside, and stared at Mu Jiujiu with a stern gaze.
“Mu Jiujiu, listen to me carefully now.”
Under his cold, threatening voice, Mu Jiujiu’s raised face still sparkled with radiance, as if she were curious about the rules of the game.
Her face was beautiful, no doubt, but at this moment, Chu Yanxiu really wanted to press Mu Jiujiu’s face into the pillow.
If she kept showing him that silly, goofy look like a husky, he wouldn’t be able to resist reaching out and pinching her!
“Don’t tell anyone that I’m awake!”
Mu Jiujiu immediately stopped being silly and said seriously, “But Mother-in-law said that the moment you wake up, I must tell her right away, so she can quickly notify the doctor to treat you.”
“Are you listening to her, or to me?”
Chu Yanxiu habitually assumed the lofty posture of someone in power.
Mu Jiujiu was clearly not subdued by his domineering CEO-style questioning. She furrowed her delicate brows in confusion and said, “But Aunt Yao said that once you marry into the Chu family, you have to listen to your mother-in-law.”
Chu Yanxiu: “…”
Their IQs were clearly not on the same level!
But if he couldn’t handle Mu Jiujiu, things would get complicated from here on out.
Chu Yanxiu clenched his fist.
Fine, he’d make an exception this once and give her a little patience!
Chu Yanxiu: “If you don’t listen to them, will you die?”
Mu Jiujiu’s reaction to this question was a bit slow, but the answer she gave was clearly well thought out: “…Probably not.”
Chu Yanxiu reached out and slowly gripped the half of Mu Jiujiu’s neck exposed above the blanket. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and every word he spoke carried a threat: “But if you don’t listen to me, I will kill you!”
Mu Jiujiu’s body trembled. This time, she seemed genuinely scared.
Under Chu Yanxiu’s slender, well-defined fingers, she shrank her neck slightly, and pitiful tears instantly began to well up in her eyes.
Chu Yanxiu frowned almost imperceptibly.
The effect had been achieved, so why did he suddenly feel a tightness in his chest?
“Hubby…”
Chu Yanxiu had intended to sternly correct her address, but seeing Mu Jiujiu’s pitiful look like a drenched kitten, he ultimately held back and let her finish speaking.
“Hubby’s voice… is so nice.”
Chu Yanxiu’s expression stiffened for a moment: “…”
Mu Jiujiu’s voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a soft, babyish tone as she blinked at Chu Yanxiu. “Can you not be mean to Jiujiu, okay?”