You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 14 Even Jealous of a Dog

Shen Mochen kept his word, and the next morning, as soon as Yu Nanqing went downstairs, she was embraced by Qiuqiu, whom she had just picked up.

But before Yu Nanqing could even rub its head, Shen Mochen, with a dark face, grabbed its collar and ruthlessly lifted it away.

"Go wash your hands." Shen Mochen looked at her, his tone ambiguous.

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "It's not dirty."

That's what she said, but she still went to the washroom on her own and washed her hands thoroughly.

She didn't want Qiuqiu to be sent away again as soon as she brought her back.

When Yu Nanqing came out of the washroom, Qiuqiu was already tied to the stairwell. She stared at it, itching to rush over and give it a good rub on the head.

"Come and eat." Shen Mochen looked at her, feeling incredibly jealous.

He deeply regretted it; he shouldn't have agreed to keep the dog in the first place.

Yu Nanqing considered herself very perceptive. Seeing his dark expression, she scurried off to the kitchen, sat down next to him, and beckoned to him with her finger in a flattering manner, "Honey, aren't you going to work today?"

Shen Mochen has never been one to care about others' feelings, but when facing Yu Nanqing, he dared not make the situation awkward, for fear that if he gave her a cold look, he would lose his wife.

He cupped her face and kissed her before slowly saying, "I'm taking you to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor today."

Yu Nanqing froze, her brows furrowing into a bitter expression. She pouted, looking displeased, and said, "I don't want to go."

“I had a dream last night. I dreamt that my little girl became skin and bones because she couldn’t eat, and she was lying in bed unable to speak.” Shen Mochen said, looking sad, and leaned on her shoulder, taking the opportunity to bite her neck.

His tone suddenly shifted, becoming terrifying: "If you die, I'll dismember you, dry you, and frame you."

Yu Nanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, startled and stunned.

Shen Mochen does seem like the kind of person who would do something like that.

Her lips slowly tightened, and under pressure, she reluctantly followed him to the hospital after finishing her meal.

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Because she was unhappy, Yu Nanqing ignored Shen Mochen from the moment she stepped out of the Shuijun Bay gate, and sullenly rested her chin on her hand, admiring the scenery outside the window.

She usually can't go out, so even though she's been here for two years, she's still completely unfamiliar with this place.

The Chinese Medicine Hospital is not far from Shui Jun Wan, but it is not close to the city center.

Because of its fame, many people come to this traditional Chinese medicine hospital for treatment. As soon as Yu Nanqing got off the car, Shen Mochen pulled her into his arms.

She was wearing the mask that Shen Mochen had asked her to wear, and he had also pulled the brim of her hat so that it covered her eyes.

Just as she was about to resist and struggle, she heard someone nearby cursing loudly because they had been hit.

The insults were so harsh that she became too scared to move, afraid of bumping into someone and getting a thorough dressing-down.

Shen Mochen held her waist tightly, his slender fingers reaching out to pull down her hat to make sure her vision was clear before letting go.

If he could, he would have liked to keep her completely covered up, not even letting anyone see her eyes that were always sparkling.

But if he actually does that, his wife will be unhappy with him.

I had given prior instructions, so a nurse came to pick me up as soon as I exited the underground parking lot.

I went through the staff entrance and quickly arrived at the doctor's office.

As soon as Yu Nanqing arrived at the door, she heard the system's voice.

Coincidentally, the old Chinese medicine doctor in the office is the male protagonist's maternal grandfather, and the male protagonist brings him meals every day.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and almost instantly she stopped resisting; her furrowed brow slowly relaxed.

It's past eleven o'clock now, I'm sure I'll run into the male lead later.

Thinking about it, she raised her eyebrows and instinctively reached out her hand.

Shen Mochen slowly put a protective sleeve on her wrist, not pointing out her sudden change, but his eyes darkened and his aura became slightly heavier.

I wonder which old acquaintance his mischievous wife has spotted this time, that she's so excited about it, it's really annoying.

Even after opening a whole bunch of Chinese medicine packets, his upturned eyebrows and eyes didn't droop.

Shen Mochen sat against the wall, staring at her with an ambiguous emotion in his eyes, his fingertips lightly twirling the chain of her bag.

Noticing his gaze, Yu Nanqing slowly stopped swaying, suddenly remembering that she was now a married woman, married to a perverted villain.

Such blatant discrimination makes her seem somewhat arrogant.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly turned to look at him, meeting his dark, deep eyes. She smiled sheepishly and moved her chair over to him.

"Honey, could you go next door and buy me a little cake? I saw a cake shop there when I passed by earlier." She nuzzled his hand affectionately, trying to hide her ulterior motives.

Shen Mochen withdrew his hand without changing his expression and continued to rub her bag strap.

Want to find an excuse to send him away so he can meet his mistress?

He's not that magnanimous.

Let him think about it: should he strangle that shameless man first, or kiss his ungrateful, pampered wife to death first?

In short, they cannot die at the same time.

If they went over there and became a pair of star-crossed lovers, wouldn't he be doing them a favor?

Yu Nanqing had no idea what he was thinking. She clung to his hand and pleaded with him in a soft, coquettish voice, "Husband, you're the best."

Shen Mochen couldn't resist her sweet words and kissed her a bunch of times, leaving many marks on her neck before getting up and walking outside, satisfied.

Yu Nanqing blushed deeply from his kisses, her face burning and her mind in turmoil.

After the old Chinese medicine doctor finished dispensing the medicine, the male protagonist followed behind him. The two chatted and laughed, but when they saw her, the smile on Chen Qing's face gradually froze.

His fingertips trembled twice as he recalled the note from last time, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

I thought to myself that this woman really knew how to leave a deep impression.

Yu Nanqing feigned surprise. The color from Shen Mochen's biting red ear hadn't faded yet. At first glance, she looked like a naive little sister who was in love but too shy to express it.

"Brother Qing, what a coincidence, are you here to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor too?" she spoke first, her voice soft.

Chen Qing glanced at her twice, his brow twitching slightly.

She does look a lot like Sophia now, but she is even more beautiful and dazzling than Sophia.

However, he liked Sophia because of her kindness; appearance and such are the most alluring and untrustworthy things.

Thinking about it, he felt much more at ease. "I came to bring food to my grandfather."

"Is the traditional Chinese medicine doctor your maternal grandfather? That's amazing!" Yu Nanqing, like someone who had never seen the world, praised him without reservation, her bright eyes sparkling.

This was the first time Chen Qing had been praised like this. Her ears, which had turned red, trembled slightly, and her eyebrows curved involuntarily.

In the entire office, only the old Chinese medicine doctor seemed normal. He glanced at Yu Nanqing, who was blatantly lying, and then at his own brat who couldn't handle praise. He placed the wrapped Chinese medicine on the table and abruptly interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, saying, "Youth is good, but don't overindulge."