Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 273 - 273 273. Forced to be raised like a pig (3)_1

?Chapter 273: 273. Forced to be raised like a pig (3)_1 Chapter 273: 273. Forced to be raised like a pig (3)_1 Jian Qing noticed his change, casually withdrew her hand, and laughed lightly, resembling a little fox that had succeeded in some mischief.

After being teased so many times, it feels good to finally take control!

Time quietly slipped away, the fiery sunset reflected upon them both, infusing their white cheeks with the gorgeous hue of twilight, a sight that took the breath away.

Jian Qing looked at the person beside her, her eyes full of contentment.

At this moment, with him by her side, everything felt just perfect!

When the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, the yacht came to a halt.

“Let’s go,” Quan Jingwu stood up and said.

Jian Qing felt a slight discomfort and furrowed her brows.

Damn, she had been sitting there too long, and her legs had grown numb.

“What’s wrong?” He lowered his eyes towards her and asked gently.

“My legs are numb.” She blinked her glossy eyes and stretched her hands towards him.

A soft laugh escaped from Quan Jingwu’s throat as he easily lifted her into his arms.

The yacht was anchored in the vast sea, with the crescent moon occasionally peeking through the cloud layers above.

They both went inside, leaving the table covered in cold dishes.

“Wait here.” He placed Jian Qing on the sofa and went into the yacht’s kitchen.

As the numbness in her legs faded, Jian Qing, who was sitting on the sofa, began to feel bored and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

Approaching the kitchen, the delicious aroma of cooking meat wafted in the air. Jian Qing watched the man busy in the kitchen, her eyes filled with warmth.

The nearly godlike man, bustling around in the kitchen, was adding a touch of mundane and cozy charm.

She leaned against the door frame, quietly watching without interrupting.

Quan Jingwu noticed her arrival, taking occasional glances at her while continuing to cook.

Every now and then, their eyes met, creating a warm, cozy ambiance that filled the air.

Finally, as Jian Qing’s stomach growled in hunger, the evening meal was ready.

For this western-style dinner, Jingwu had been training for two days straight. After much hard work, the dinner turned out very successful.

“Xiaojing, when did you learn this?” Jian Qing, looking at the steak on the table, stared at the man across her with sparkling eyes.

“It’s a secret.” He replied with a raised eyebrow, handing over the plate of neatly sliced steak while taking her portion.

“Try it.”

Jian Qing used her fork to pick up a small piece and put it in her mouth. It was crispy on the outside, tender inside. It was perfect.

She squinted her eyes in satisfaction. It seems she would never have to worry about going hungry after marriage.

Quan Jingwu took a small sip of red wine, watching the woman across the table as she happily ate, his deep purple eyes flickering with hidden warmth.

After dinner, Jian Qing reclined in her chair, fully satisfied.

Lucky that she never gains weight, otherwise she would surely turn into a pig under his care.

“Xiaojing, let’s go for a walk to digest the meal.”

Quan Jingwu hummed in agreement.

The yacht was massive, it would take over half an hour just to walk around it.

The sea breeze at night was a bit chilly. Jian Qing, being more sensitive to cold, felt her hands turn icy.

He held her hands within his, using his warm hands to warm hers up.

“Why are your hands so cold?”

Jian Qing’s nose was slightly reddened by the cold, her mischievous eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s okay, it will be warm once we get inside.”

During the winter, her hands and feet were always icy. She had gotten used to it.

Quan Jingwu frowned slightly, stretched out his strong arms, and brought her into his embrace, trying to warm her up with his body heat, “Is this better?”

She leaned her cold face onto his warm chest, her hands tucked in front of him. Instantly, she felt the chill receeding.

She nuzzled against his chin and sighed, “Xiaojing’s embrace is the warmest.”

A gentle laugh buzzed in soft recognition, and his arms remained tightly wrapped around her waist.

After wandering around the yacht, the pair went inside.

Quan Jingwu started clearing the dishes from the table, while Jian Qing went back to her room to freshen up.

Inside the second floor room of the yacht…
Jian Qing stood in front of the closet, a rueful smile on her lips.

Half of the closet was filled with men’s clothes, and the other half with women’s. There were also two identical robes.

The fiery red silk robes seemed to foretell something.

In the end, she reached out helplessly and grabbed the fire red robe, closed the closet, and headed towards the bathroom.

When Quan Jingwu entered the room, there was no one in sight.

He heard the sound of water from the bathroom and glanced over, the light was on.

The moment he closed the door behind him, the bathroom door opened.

A figure in red suddenly popped into his sight, his deep and tranquil eyes suddenly stirred.

The fiery silk robe fit perfectly on her exquisite figure, making it even more alluring. The fiery color brought out the purity of her skin even more, resembling jade. Her delicate face flushed a rouge red, her eyes captivating. A mix of pure innocence and mischief was perfectly reflected on her.

Jian Qing stood at the bathroom door, with a hint of embarrassment in her eyes as she hadn’t expected him to return so soon.

Meeting his crystal-like purple gaze that flashed with deep and scorching affection, it made her heart flutter.

She cleared her throat, breaking the silence first, “Xiaojing, I haven’t turned off the lights in the bathroom yet.”

The moment the words left her lips, she wished she could run into a wall.

What was she saying?

He walked over with a trace of amusement in his eyes, big steps echoing with each movement.

Picking up the blow dryer from the dressing table, he pulled her over to the sofa to sit down.

Jian Qing looked up at the man who was drying her hair, a beautiful smile curved on her lips.

His manly hands held her firmly, treasuring her, protecting her, pampering her. She was smitten, intending to hold onto him tightly, for a lifetime.

Suddenly, she grasped his hand and unplugged the hairdryer.

Quan Jingwu glanced down at her, his brows arched in surprise. “Hmm?”

Jian Qing looked determined. She raised her hand, curling it around his neck. Her voice, soft and moist, whispered slowly.

“Jingwu, I love you!”

Shouting his name, she confessed her deep affection for him.

Before her words could sink in, she leaned forward and kissed his thin lips.

Without any fancy words, her straightforward confession hit Quan Jingwu’s heart hard. His hardened heart instantly melted away, his affection for her clear in his gaze.

His muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist, he claimed the initiative and countered her kiss, his lips carried a faint taste of wine.