The night outside the window was as dark as ink.
In the spacious bedroom, only a single warm-yellow nightlight was on.
Chu Yanxiu was propped against the headboard, on the phone with Jiang Yun. After wrapping up business matters, he was now ordering food.
Having played the role of a vegetative man for so long, this was his first time ordering a meal. Today, his brain had been occupied by thoughts of food for at least two hours.
For the first time in his life, he felt hungry enough to eat an entire pig.
Because he was on the phone, he didn’t hear the sound of Mu Jiujiu padding barefoot out of the bathroom.
When Mu Jiujiu stood before him completely naked, Chu Yanxiu’s brain suffered a severe system crash.
The woman’s jet-black hair cascaded freely down her beautiful back. Beneath her slender, swan-like neck, her figure was stunningly delicate, and under the double refraction of lamplight and water droplets, a fine mist of vapor hovered over her skin, which appeared even more flawless and white as jade.
The dissipating mist carried the sweet fragrance of a young woman’s body, and even the air seemed steeped in rosy, pink bubbles.
She stood before Chu Yanxiu like a peacock displaying its feathers—bold and ostentatious. Yet, Chu Yanxiu sensed not a trace of vulgarity from her.
She was like a little sprite from the mountains who had just taken human form—innocent of the world, yet instinctively knowing exactly how to seduce. Her entire being radiated a primitive, pure, and utterly natural allure.
And she possessed a fatal attraction that pierced straight to the depths of one’s soul.
Chu Yanxiu’s eyes seemed frozen in place, locked unblinkingly on the exquisite female form before him.
His heartbeat quickened, his breathing grew heavy, and blood surged downward as if a wild force were rapidly awakening within him, colliding in every direction.
Reason was mercilessly crushed by beauty.
Perhaps it was Chu Xiaoyuan’s covetous gaze on Mu Jiujiu during the day that had stirred his primal male possessiveness.
Thinking of Chu Xiaoyuan, Chu Yanxiu suddenly wanted to lock Mu Jiujiu in bed, pin her beneath him, and shield her in his arms—so that Chu Xiaoyuan could never again lay eyes on what was his!
Chu Yanxiu ground his molars with a grating sound and said in a low, suppressed voice to Jiang Yun: “That scumbag is back. Be careful.”
With that, he hung up.
Mu Jiujiu tiptoed to the bedside, gazing at Chu Yanxiu with pleading eyes: “Husband, tonight…”
“Can Jiujiu sleep with husband?”
“The sofa… it’s so cold.”
Chu Yanxiu’s knuckles around the phone creaked audibly. It was a long moment before he ground out a few words through clenched teeth: “Put on clothes!”
Mu Jiujiu thought Chu Yanxiu wasn’t allowing her to cuddle anymore, and she twisted her fingers in disappointment. “Mm.”
With that, Mu Jiujiu lowered her brows and turned around.
Chu Yanxiu watched the sway of her hips as she turned, and the light striking her fair skin stabbed at him again. The fabric of his pants suddenly tightened.
Damn!
Temptingly deadly!
Chu Yanxiu watched Mu Jiujiu into the dressing room with a heavy, weighted gaze, then tapped open his phone screen.
After reviewing Xin Zhang’s latest report, he sent a message to Jiang Yun.
[YC: Have the bodyguards deploy thermal sensors now. Keep a tight watch on Chu Xiaoyuan. If it comes to a critical moment, act directly.]
Jiang Yun was startled.
[Jiang Yun: You suspect he’s going to make a move on you?]
[YC: He’s set his sights on Mu Jiujiu!]
[Jiang Yun: Understood. I’ll give the order right away. If he dares to touch our sister-in-law, I’ll be the first to kill him!]
Chu Yanxiu set down his phone. The pressure in his crotch hadn’t lessened in the slightest, so he threw off the covers and got out of bed.
Just as he was about to reach the bathroom door, Mu Jiujiu emerged wearing a slip nightgown: “Husband.”
Damn!
A form-fitting black silk dress, low neckline with thin straps, hem barely covering her thighs—the ultimate collision of black and white, unsparingly accentuating Mu Jiujiu’s stunning figure.
Chu Yanxiu, already ravenous, wished he could pounce on her and devour her in one bite!
She was just as alluring with clothes on as without!
Chu Yanxiu nearly cursed out loud. A flicker of desire suddenly rose in his icy eyes.
“Taking a shower!”
He coldly tossed out two words.
Mu Jiujiu hurriedly ran up and grabbed his arm: “Husband, you just recovered—what if you fall? Let Jiujiu wipe you down, okay? When you hadn’t woken up, Jiujiu was the one who wiped you down.”
Well, thanks for that!
Fortunately, although this woman’s body looked soft and delicious, her hands were somewhat rough—which was the only reason he’d managed to restrain himself during those days when she’d touched every inch of him.
“No need!”
“Then Jiujiu will go in and help husband wash.”
Chu Yanxiu gripped Mu Jiujiu’s wrist hard, pulling her hand off his arm, and warned in a dark, ominous voice: “I advise you to behave yourself. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you lose more than you gain!”
Stay in line, and when they divorced, he could still give her dignity and a large sum of money!
Mu Jiujiu pulled back, staring blankly at Chu Yanxiu’s cold back as he walked into the bathroom.
Husband is so fierce.
Mu Jiujiu sniffled, and her eyes reddened without her realizing it.
Chu Yanxiu had originally planned to take a cold shower to ease a certain feeling.
But when he got to the bathroom, turned on the showerhead, and pressed both hands against the wall, his mind was filled with nothing but Mu Jiujiu’s plaintive, coaxing voice.
Husband, tonight… can Jiujiu sleep with husband?
Husband, you just recovered—what if you fall? Let Jiujiu wipe you down, okay? When you hadn’t woken up, Jiujiu was the one who wiped you down.
Then his mind uncontrollably recalled how Mu Jiujiu’s hands had roamed over his body.
The thought made Chu Yanxiu’s eyes blaze with fury, his restless blood surging without an outlet. He cursed under his breath and resignedly leaned against the wall.
A moment later, the hot water washed away the thick scent of hormones in the room. Chu Yanxiu slowly opened his bloodshot eyes.
Through the curtain of water cascading from above, he seemed to see that jade-like body shrouded in mist again.
Chu Yanxiu emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, and went straight into the dressing room to change into a set of pajamas.
Ever since Mu Jiujiu had married him, she would wipe his body every night, change him into fresh pajamas, and even his underwear. Though when it came to taking off his underwear, she would always close her eyes, looking somewhat frightened. Once, her fingernail accidentally scratched him and left a red mark. The next day, Mu Jiujiu had clipped her nails so short they were almost embedded into the flesh.
Chu Yanxiu stood before the full-length mirror in the dressing room, buttoning his pajama shirt. For some reason, this detail suddenly came to mind.
When he lay down, he would even find himself wondering.
Was Mu Jiujiu an art student, or a sculptor? The skin on her body was delicate—so tender it seemed like water could be squeezed from it. Yet her hands were rough, with calluses at the base of every finger.
Chu Yanxiu fastened the last button and straightened his collar.
As he walked out of the dressing room, he saw Mu Jiujiu lying on the big bed, in the spot where he usually slept.
Seeing him approach, she quickly rolled over to the empty space beside her and propped herself up on her arms, lifting her neck.
With a fawning expression, she said, “Honey, come in quickly. Jiujiu has warmed up the blankets for you.”
Chu Yanxiu stood by the bed, his face cold and merciless. He gestured with his chin toward the sofa on the side: “Get down. Sleep over there!”
The light in Mu Jiujiu’s eyes instantly died out.
She bit her lip, offering no protest. In the end, she got up and climbed off the bed. But as she passed by Chu Yanxiu, she suddenly reached out and touched his hair. “Honey, your hair isn’t dry. Jiujiu will blow-dry it for you.”
“No need!”
Mu Jiujiu’s lips moved as if to say something more, but afraid that being disobedient would anger Chu Yanxiu, she quickly shut her mouth and obediently walked toward the sofa.
On the sofa were the mattress and blanket that Chu Yanxiu had laid out while Mu Jiujiu was taking her shower, along with a pillow.
Mu Jiujiu lay down and found it more comfortable and warmer than last night. Her brows immediately relaxed.
Honey is so nice.
She rested her chin on the pillow, facing the big bed. “Honey, Jiujiu thinks she’s thought of a way to help you eat your fill.”
Chu Yanxiu leaned against the headboard, eyes lowered on his phone, speaking coldly: “Don’t do anything unnecessary.”
He had already instructed Jiang Yun to prepare compressed food for him.
Before, he had never slipped up in front of Mu Jiujiu—he always worked and ate at night, and slept during the day.
Mu Jiujiu bit her lip, murmuring inwardly: That won’t do. Honey just woke up; he absolutely needs proper nutrition.
She would think of a good way.