Chapter 68 Part 2

After mixing the soapy water, he realized his clothes were covered in cat hair and needed changing anyway, so he went ahead.

The Rinsing Device was electric; once activated, it sprayed a stream of water, with adjustable pressure— very handy.

Zhong Nian pulled his collar down. The initial chill of the water made him shiver and let out a soft whimper.

Soon, his white linen shirt was soaked, the thin fabric turning sheer to reveal the skin beneath.

The soapy water stung the wound, and Zhong Nian bit his plump lower lip, pressing it into a seductive hue.

He adjusted the angle carefully, focusing intently.

Then, the System’s voice suddenly chimed in his mind: “…You’re still live-streaming.”

“?” Bewildered, Zhong Nian glanced at the live stream chat.

[Hiss ha hiss ha… It’s really pink.]

[Wet shirt ***— can I watch this for free?]

[Even wound-washing is this erotic. Wifey, you…]

[Rinsed together with the Rinsing Device.]

After skimming a few, Zhong Nian panicked and shut off the live stream.

His ears burned red as he muttered under his breath in the Bathroom: “Bunch of perverts.”

–

At 5:50 p.m.

Mo Heng arrived home from work right on time, entering through the Apartment gate.

Unlike usual, he had hurried back, buying a Little Cake along the way and packing dinner from the restaurant to avoid starving his Little Wife at home.

As he swiped his Access Pass, the Security Guard unusually struck up conversation: “Mr. Mo, got more treats for the wife?”

Mo Heng was puzzled but happy to affirm since it involved his wife: “Yeah.”

“He’ll be thrilled.” The Security Guard smiled.

“Yes.” Mo Heng eagerly anticipated his wife’s reaction to the cake and quickened his pace.

…

At six o’clock.

Zhong Nian had just hidden the jar of Little Cookies when he heard the door lock. He glanced at the clock to confirm the time.

Punctual as always.

He trotted to the door to greet him, saying softly: “You’re back.”

Even a roommate deserved a polite welcome, let alone a “husband.”

“Mm, Wife, I’m home.”

The man entered with a pleased, warm smile. Seeing his beautiful wife so obediently welcoming him melted his heart. Without even removing his jacket, he changed shoes and immediately cupped Zhong Nian’s face for a kiss.

Zhong Nian trembled his long lashes and instinctively closed his eyes.

Mo Heng’s cool lips brushed his soft cheek lightly, his downcast eyes full of tenderness: “Did you miss Hubby while I was gone?”

“…”

Having endured the kiss, Zhong Nian now faced this cheesy question. His throat felt glued shut; he could only mumble ambiguously in response.

For some reason, the man before him breathed heavier at his reaction, planting another kiss on his face.

Harder this time, with an embarrassing “mua” sound.

“I brought you a Little Cake. We’ll have it after dinner.”

“Okay…”

While Mo Heng set the table, Zhong Nian secretly wiped the kissed spot on his cheek with his sleeve.

It felt so uncomfortable, like ants crawling over it.

Dinner was the same flavors as lunch, from the same restaurant.

Not very hungry after several Little Cookies, Zhong Nian ate slowly.

Then, casually: “Who’s living next door? You know, in 1604.”

Mo Heng paused while peeling Kewei Shrimp for him: “Why’s Little Nian asking about him?”

Zhong Nian chewed his chopsticks: “Just… curious. He looks kinda weird.”

“Mm.” Mo Heng fed him a sauced shrimp, his fingers brushing Zhong Nian’s lips deliberately. “He’s very strange. We should stay away from him.”

It was like he’d said nothing at all. Zhong Nian pressed: “Is he a bad guy?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Mo Heng elegantly removed his Gloves and wiped his hands with a wet wipe. “He doesn’t show up in public much, so I haven’t had chances to meet or talk with him.”

“Oh…” Zhong Nian pondered.

Mo Heng asked: “How did you see him, Little Nian?”

“I… was planning to wait for you downstairs this morning and spotted him watching me when I went out.” Zhong Nian omitted his afternoon outing.

Mo Heng’s brows and lips dipped slightly, a chill flashing in his eyes.

“He was peeking at you?”

Zhong Nian guessed: “Maybe because I’m new, so he’s curious too?”

Mo Heng shook his head with a sigh: “Little Nian, you underestimate your own charm.”

Zhong Nian: “?”

“He’s already as shady as a sewer rat. He might have his eyes on you, wanting to be the despicable third wheel in our happy marriage.”

The once-gentle man transformed, his smile icy, words laced with contempt and sarcasm.

The shift stunned Zhong Nian.

Mo Heng stood and moved behind his chair, resting a hand on his shoulder. He leaned down, rubbing his straight nose against Zhong Nian’s hair: “After all, my wife is so outstanding— enough to make the whole world covet him.”

Zhong Nian’s voice shook: “Y-you’re exaggerating…”

Mo Heng toyed with his other temple locks, fingers grazing his sensitive ears now and then: “That’s why I want Little Nian to listen to me and stay obediently at home.”

“I didn’t—”

Before he could defend himself, a chill hit below his collarbone.

His collar was yanked open, and a finger gently pressed the medicated scratch on his chest.

Zhong Nian bristled like a cat caught stealing food.

“What’s this on Baby here?” Mo Heng’s tone was casual and flat, as if asking offhand, yet his fingertip lingered ambiguously, carrying an intangible pressure.

Caught off-guard, Zhong Nian stammered lamely: “An accident…”

“Clumsy like that— poor thing.” Mo Heng kissed his ear sympathetically, oblivious to the tension, then continued: “So how did Baby get his clothes wet too?”

Zhong Nian’s heart raced: “Got splashed with water.”

“I see.” Mo Heng nodded and straightened.

Just as Zhong Nian thought he was in the clear, two fingers pried his mouth open with irresistible force.

“But the moment I got home, I smelled Little Cookies in Baby’s mouth— so sweet and tempting, almost too much to resist.” Mo Heng’s long fingers stirred his tongue gently, one after another, producing wet sounds. “Strange, I don’t remember having Little Cookies at home.”

Zhong Nian gripped Mo Heng’s arm futilely, gazing up pitifully with muffled whines.

Mo Heng’s eyes held pity, cold anger, and… excitement.

“Tell Hubby honestly, Baby— whose Little Cookies did you sneak from? Even got your clothes wet.”