Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 445 Drip, drip, drip, all water stains

Ning Yao knew that Wen Tingye was just trying to comfort her and didn't want her to do anything excessive to Wen Na because of this.

In fact, Ning Yao was just venting her anger. She knew what Wen Na meant to Wen Tingye and wouldn't rashly harm her.

Ning Yao thought to herself: Let's just let this matter go for now.

Noticing that Ning Yao looked tired, Wen Tingye picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"I'm not staying at the old house tonight; I have to go back to school. I have classes tomorrow."

"I'll take you there tomorrow morning, you can sleep in the car." Wen Tingye clearly had no intention of letting him go.

"Okay." Ning Yao responded and decided to take a shower later to see Ai Xiu and Bao Ying.

"I'm going to take a shower. Do you have any clean clothes?" Ning Yao suddenly stopped before entering the bathroom, remembering the matter of clothes.

She can't possibly put on this tracksuit after she takes a shower, can she?

After all that activity at the trampoline park, she was covered in sweat, and if she stayed in that stuffy environment for too long, she would definitely start to smell.

“You can wear mine. If you want something more comfortable, since you’re about the same size as Qingjia, I can go to her place and get you a new one.”

Wen Tingye's clothes were too big for Ning Yao; she couldn't wear the pants and could only wear the shirt.

Wearing a shirt in the bedroom is fine, but it's not very convenient when you go outside. With those two fair and slender legs exposed, Wen Tingye didn't want others to see Ning Yao like this.

It would be best to wear his sister's clothes; they'd fit better.

Mentioning Wen Qingjia reminded Ning Yao of something, and she frowned as she asked, "Has Miss Wen been in a bad mood lately?"

She didn't directly mention Wen Qingjia crying in the garden, but instead indirectly asked about Wen Tingye.

Wen Tingye was about to go to Wen Qingjia's room to get some clothes for Ning Yao when he heard this, so he stopped and turned around.

"Just call her Qingjia, don't call her Miss Wen. You are her elder, her sister-in-law."

"What's so important about titles? Answer my question first." Ning Yao's ears burned when Wen Tingye said that.

She wasn't even married into the family yet, how could she possibly let Wen Qingjia, a woman almost ten years older than her, call her sister-in-law?

"Why do you ask that?" Wen Tingye glanced at Ning Yao with amusement, but didn't continue the topic of titles.

"It's nothing. I ran into Miss Wen when I went out today, and she didn't seem very happy."

“I’m busy with work, and when I occasionally go back to the old house, she rarely talks to me about her feelings.”

Wen Tingye's words meant that he didn't know.

Ning Yao frowned unhappily, unable to suppress the strange sourness in her tone, and muttered something in a low voice.

"He is indifferent to his own sister, but he cares a lot about Wenna."

Although the voice was soft, Wen Tingye heard it clearly.

A smile appeared on the man's lips: "My sister has always been an excellent student, so what do I have to worry about?"

The implication is that the reason Wenna is a source of worry for him is because she has character flaws.

Ning Yao wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush with Wen Tingye, and simply reminded him, "If you don't know, that's fine, but you'd better take some time to check on her. I think she's in a really bad mood."

"Okay, go in and take a bath first. I'll get your clothes and bring them to you." Wen Tingye gently rubbed Ning Yao's dark hair with his warm hand, then left the room.

Ning Yao went into the bathroom to turn on the water. After filling the bathtub with water and testing the temperature, she took off her clothes and stepped into the tub.

The best way to relieve physical fatigue is to take a bath. After immersing herself in the hot water, Ning Yao slightly narrowed her clear fox eyes and let out a comfortable sigh with her cherry-red lips slightly parted.

After a while, Ning Yao heard a noise at the door. Wen Tingye walked to the bathroom door and pushed it open without any hesitation.

Ning Yao hugged her arms and submerged herself into the bathtub, leaving only her head above water. Her long, dark hair floated on the surface, making the skin on her shoulders appear even whiter.

"Wen Tingye, can't you knock on the door?!" Ning Yao's face flushed red with anger.

"Who would knock on their own door?" Wen Tingye said with a slight smile, then walked over to the shelf and casually placed the clothes on the high shelf.

If Ning Yao wanted to get the clothes, she had to stand up from the bathtub and stand on tiptoe to reach them.

That way, the scenery must be beautiful.

As Wen Tingye thought this, the smile on his lips grew even more wicked, and his tone involuntarily carried a hint of cunning teasing.

"Don't soak for too long, it's been ten minutes already. Get up and change your clothes, I'll blow-dry your hair for you."

"It's only been ten minutes. I usually take a half-hour bath at home. You can go out first. I'll change when I'm done washing." Ning Yao was still curled up in the bathtub, her voice carrying a hint of shyness.

At this moment, Wen Tingye stood neatly dressed on the open ground next to the bathtub, looking down at Ning Yao with a hint of amusement in his expression.

Compared to Wen Tingye, Ning Yao huddled timidly in the bathtub, appearing weak, pitiful, and helpless, creating a stark contrast in their auras.

"Half an hour?" Wen Tingye said, his thin lips slightly parted, enunciating each word clearly. "Yes, then let's continue soaking."

Ning Yao didn't expect Wen Tingye to be so easy to talk to. She relaxed for only a few seconds, but then suddenly realized what was going on.

A rustling sound came from beside the woman's ear, like the sound of clothes being peeled off her skin.

Ning Yao could guess what Wen Tingye was doing without even looking.

That scoundrel, he's actually taking off his clothes!

Ning Yao looked up and saw Wen Tingye shirtless, his abs showing well-defined, toned muscles.

"The mansion is so big, there are no other bathrooms to take a bath in, why do you insist on coming with me?" Ning Yao said through gritted teeth.

Logically speaking, given Wen Tingye's lack of self-control, if the two of them were to touch skin, something indescribable would definitely happen. She had already learned her lesson at the trampoline park once, so Wen Tingye shouldn't even think about it this time!

When Ning Yao saw Wen Tingye slowly taking off his sweatpants after taking off his shirt, she jumped up and reached for the change of clothes that Wen Tingye had prepared for her.

To her surprise, there were clumps of soap suds left from her bath on the floor next to the bathtub. Stepping on them barefoot, she immediately slipped and slid...

Before Ning Yao fell, she grabbed Wen Tingye, who hadn't had time to take off his sweatpants, and the two of them fell into the bathtub together. Instantly, warm bathwater splashed up, making the wall tiles steam.

"Well……"

Ning Yao struggled a couple of times, pinning Wen Tingye down firmly.

Wen Tingye's pants were instantly soaked, and the outline of his body could be vaguely seen underneath.

The bathtub is small, a single-person model. Two adults could fit comfortably in it, but it would be very cramped.

Ning Yao was leaning against Wen Tingye's chest, feeling the man's arms encircling her sides, almost subconsciously protecting her from being hurt, and his posture was quite proper.

"So eager to take a bath with me?" The man chuckled softly, firmly grasping Ning Yao's slender waist and pulling her closer to him.

Ning Yao and Wen Tingye were pressed close together, their noses almost touching.

She could see with perfect clarity the man's eyes and brows, now wet with water, making them even more deep and captivating.

Those beautiful, thin lips were still adorned with tiny, glistening water droplets, making them exceptionally alluring.

Tick-tock...

Both of them were soaking wet; one was naked, and the other was only wearing loose-fitting athletic pants.

Water was dripping from the ends of Wen Tingye's hair, pattering onto the bridge of his high nose, sliding down to his chin, and then his throat. As his Adam's apple bobbed twice, the water droplets flowed smoothly down his throat...