Chapter 430: Chapter 430
The handcuffs from last time had been turned into a toy by Milk again. This is beyond embarrassing.
"I don’t agree to throw them away." Mo Qian’s deep voice broke the silence as he lightly tilted her beautiful chin with one hand, staring into her eyes filled with surprise. "This was the first birthday gift you gave me. I can’t bear to throw it away."
"I won’t let your gesture go to waste." As he spoke, his lips slowly inched closer, their noses nearly touching. "We’ll use them slowly... until they’re all used up someday."
A box full of items being used, round after round—it’d take at least dozens of bouts, right?
At that thought, Ji Wei’s legs grew weak, and her cheeks burned like molten lava. The man’s breath, so close, only tightened her body further, making her breathing quicken.
The next second, Mo Qian’s lips pressed against hers, sealing them in a deep kiss.
They kissed fervently for a long moment, and Ji Wei could feel the scorching heat of his palm on her waist, his deep eyes filled with an unmistakable desire.
If this continued, they were bound to lose control. Ji Wei quickly turned her head and pushed him away, murmuring, "Dad’s still downstairs by himself. Leaving him alone like that doesn’t seem very appropriate..." Read complete version only at novel~fire~net
Her face was red, and her eyes darted around, too shy to meet his gaze.
Mo Qian’s deep and smoldering eyes rested on her for a good while before he restrained the unfamiliar heat within himself. "Alright, let’s go downstairs."
The table was filled with an assortment of ingredients for hotpot. In the middle, the bubbling broth let out a spicy and tantalizing aroma.
Ji Wei couldn’t wait to sit down, her stomach already growling.
Mo Qian retrieved a bottle of vintage red wine from the study and, after opening it, poured a glass for Yunli first.
Yunli took a sip with a smile and couldn’t stop praising it. "Hmm, although it’s not an ’82 Lafite, it tastes amazing. Where did you get this?"
Mo Qian poured himself a glass as well and replied, "This was made by Grandpa during his short stay at Aifei Manor in Britain."
Yunli’s expression froze, and he sighed with a hint of regret. "Old Sir Gu was a legendary figure in Rongcheng’s business world. What a pity..." Old Sir Gu’s sudden death in a car accident had shocked the entire business world at the time.
Not wanting to dwell on such a sorrowful topic, Yunli quickly changed the subject. "This wine must be savored, definitely can’t let it go to waste."
Mo Qian’s expression remained unshaken, and he merely gave a faint smile.
He had long since learned to mask the pain buried in his heart from others.
Ji Wei raised her glass toward him with a look of anticipation. "Hubby~ pour me a little too."
The way she called him "Hubby" was brimming with affection, clearly a deliberate move to prevent Yunli from overthinking their marital dynamics.
"Why drink alcohol? Focus on keeping your body well. It’s about time the two of you consider having a child," Yunli remarked, giving her a sidelong glance.
"I’m in great health," Ji Wei retorted with dissatisfaction before turning back to Mo Qian. "Hubby, just one sip of Grandpa’s wine, please?"
Her voice was sweet and coquettish, leaving Mo Qian defenseless as he took her glass and poured a little for her.
"Mo Qian, spoiling her without any boundaries will only ruin her," Yunli frowned, unable to hold back his words.
Ji Wei rolled her eyes in silence, clearly unimpressed. "Dad, as if you don’t spoil me just as much. Who’s the one always giving me pocket money in the millions? It’s a good thing I’m a well-behaved daughter who doesn’t squander it."
Yunli was left speechless, sweating silently.
"I married Weiwei, so of course, it’s my duty to spoil her." Mo Qian leaned back in his chair, a faint smile swimming in his deep-set eyes as he gazed at the little woman across from him.
The "little woman," hearing his words, felt giddy inside but pretended to be puzzled. "Huh, Hubby, do you really spoil me?"
"Tell me where I don’t spoil you," Mo Qian countered, raising an eyebrow while lazily swirling the wine glass in his hand.