C16 He Dug a Pit and Waited to Bury Her

"Mu Chuchen!"

Ye Junhao gritted his teeth and growled low, "Is that your idea of a massage?"

She was clearly provoking him!

Damn it!

Before, she would guard against him as if he were a wolf, ready to throw anything at him if he so much as touched her.

"So, how should it be done?"

Mu Chuchen looked up at him, her large, beautiful eyes sparkling with provocative allure.

Her slender, soft hand rested on his waist, giving a gentle squeeze. She said purposefully, "Jun Hao, tell me the right way. I'll learn and make sure you're completely relaxed!"

Ye Junhao's face was a picture of tension and anger. He swiftly caught her wandering hand and flung it away, warning her, "Mu Chuchen, if you keep this up, I'll throw you out of the car this instant!"

Instantly, Chuchen's eyes brimmed with tears, her expression one of utter grievance. Her eyes, wet with tears, blinked pitifully.

"Jun Hao, you're so harsh!"

Ye Junhao retorted, "Would I be harsh if you just sat still?"

A mere touch from her, even a pinch on the waist, was unbearable for him.

If she continued, he feared he might lose control and hurt her.

That would only sour their marital relationship further.

He couldn't forget her tears and curses the day after their wedding, the hatred in her eyes as she accused him of taking her purity.

He was her husband, after all!

"I didn't do anything wrong; I just wanted to help you relax with a massage."

"You're still claiming innocence? Sit still and don't lean on me!"

Ye Junhao warned her, "If you want to ride in my car home, then behave and sit properly."

Ye Junhao suspected that Mu Chuchen's teasing was a trap, a ploy to accuse him of marital assault.

Chuchen shifted slightly, feeling aggrieved, and sat by the window.

Seeing her like that, Ye Junhao was filled with self-reproach and annoyance.

Despite knowing she wasn't genuine and was setting a trap for him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

"Uncle Zhang, could you pass me the tissue box, please?"

Ye Junhao requested.

The driver, Uncle Zhang, quickly handed him the box of tissues from the front of the car.

Ye Junhao accepted the box, pulled out a few tissues, and extended his hand toward Chuchen. "Dry your tears. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"You were harsh, and it made me cry. Now you should wipe away my tears."

Ye Junhao stiffened.

After a long pause, he gently wiped the tears from her face.

Mu Chuchen was deeply moved.

That was just his way.

No matter how much she fussed or acted out, he always showed her patience.

The more she felt moved, the harder she cried.

Ye Junhao's brow creased.

Seeing her tears continue to fall, he impulsively thrust the whole box of tissues into her arms and said coldly, "Wipe them yourself."

Without waiting for Chuchen's response, he turned his head to look out the car window, steeling his heart against softening at the sight of her tears once more.

Mu Chuchen dried her own tears, puzzled by Ye Junhao's sudden change in demeanor. One moment he was sympathetic, and the next, he was all sternness, erecting an impenetrable wall between them.

She wondered just how much pain she had caused him.

For the rest of the journey, the couple exchanged no words.

Back at home, they had dinner in silence. Ye Junhao sat for a short while before taking his son and leaving the house.

Typically, he dined at Jun's Hotel and would return to his office afterward, where he and his son would nap in the lounge.

Today was different; Mu Chuchen had requested that he pick her up from the pedestrian street so they could dine together at home.

"Jun Hao."

Mu Chuchen followed him to the doorway and called out to Ye Junhao.

He halted but didn't turn around, asking in a low voice, "What is it?"

"Will you be coming back for dinner later? I'll cook your favorite dish myself."

"You know my favorite dish?"

Mu Chuchen hesitated, "...What do you like to eat?"