Perfect Pampered Marriage: Good Morning, Hubby

Chapter 50: Your Sketch Is In Good Hands

Mo Nianchen planted a lingering kiss on Li Shengxia’s beautiful lips even though she had replied to the question.

She was drawn into the “cotton candy kingdom” he created. A soft and sweet scent engulfed her.

Their lips finally parted.

He concluded in satisfaction. “Very well, this is your reward. You should be like this in the future too, always express what you learn with actions.”

“…”

It suddenly dawned upon her that he had already decided to kiss her no matter what her reply was!

“Why are you looking at me like that? Waiting for another kiss?” He caressed the woman’s pouted lips. He found it difficult to control himself around this beauty.

There was a sexual tension lingering in the air.

She could not stand the atmosphere. As if suddenly being reminded of something, a shriek escaped her mouth. “Oh no, my sketch!”

“…”

How dared she be thinking about that when he was getting in the mood!

The desires in him dissipated instantly. The indifference was audible in his voice. “Your sketch is in good hands.”

She finally realized the situation upon witnessing the hint of annoyance that flashed across his face. “Um… That’s good.”

Good? That was it? His face fell.

“Are you trying to make me remove you from the design department?” He simply said but each word reeked of intimidation.

She blurted, “No –”

“Then always be thinking about those unrelated, stupid things!” he said coldly with a frown.

The woman clenched her fists. “Perhaps what I’m doing seems stupid in your eyes but that’s my dream. A dream that’s worth me risking everything.”

Dream, dream, dream!

This topic always brought out the stubborn and bolder side of hers, as if she was fearless of anything in the world.

“How dare you speak to me in that tone?” he said coldly. He retrieved a cup from the side and pushed it near her mouth. “Drink this.”

She flinched at the smell. “Lemonade?”

Lemonade contained a huge amount of Vitamin C, which sped up the recovery from a cold or a fever.

“Drink!” he ordered.

“But it’s too sour…” She gulped back the fear before whispering carefully. “Can I not drink this?”

The determination was audible in his voice. “Try it if you want me to transfer you to another department right away.”

“No, I’ll drink this…” she replied immediately, knowing that he was capable of doing anything.

He finally realized that this threat would make her listen to him obediently.

The fact that he was the crown prince of the Emperor Heritage Group was worth less than a small department!

Her brows furrowed as she held the lemonade with both hands. She was contemplating if she should gulp it down at once or sip it slowly. It would still be equally sour either way.

A wave of frustration rocked through him upon seeing the “miserable” expression on her face.

He made the lemonade specifically for her. Not only did she not show any gratitude but she even put on a look of disdain!

Annoyed, he snatched the cup to take a sip, grabbed her chin, and forced the liquid into her mouth.

So sour.

The unexpected shock made her extremely uncomfortable. However, before she could spit it out, he kissed her on the lips, forcing the lemonade to go down her throat.

It happened again. Her eyes widened in surprise instinctively…

She lost count of the times he kissed him tonight.

This kiss felt a little rushed and more violent than the last. He was evidently trying to force the lemonade into her mouth. She could not spit it out despite the sourness being too much for her to handle.

The woman tried to resist but that only messed up her breathing.

The freshness of lemon combined with his breath brought back past memories…

He always smelled like lemon. She disliked lemon but adored the scent from him.

Right this instant, she was engulfed by the fresh scent of lemon.

She suddenly forgot to resist, silently allowing him to force the lemonade down her throat again and again.

‘Mo Nianchen, why is my heart thumping? Is it because I still have feelings for you? You will probably ridicule me so I’m never telling you.

‘But I want to remember today, and I hope you will too.

‘Life is long and I’m not confident that you’ll remember me forever, but please don’t forget this feeling when you kiss me… This taste that you like so much…’

Unexpectedly, he did not find the usual disdain in her eyes when he finally took a step back. A shudder passed through him and a strange feeling materialized in his heart.

“Get some rest,” he said in a low and magnetic voice.

She protested with a whisper. “But I’ve just woken up.”

“You mean you’re not tired?” He looked at her with eyebrows raised.

“I want to –” She wanted to further discuss the idea with Gina.

He interrupted. “I don’t care what you’re thinking right now but anything can wait until you’re fully recovered.”

“But I feel fine right now. I’m not sick,” she argued stubbornly.

The indifference was audible in his voice. “Really? I have a thousand different ways of exhausting you.”

“…”

He suddenly leaned in and pressed a palm on the wall behind her. Her heart skipped a beat. Was this the legendary kabedon (TN: The action of slapping a wall fiercely, which produces the sound “don”)?

They were so close together that they could smell each other’s breaths.

The flirty tension in the air was unmistakable.

Her breathing became rapid. Immediately, she pulled the blanket over her lips and slid down to the bed.

“So sleepy all of a sudden. Goodnight!”

Then, she hid herself entirely beneath the blanket.

His hand reached out to pull the blanket away.

She held onto it tightly in protest.

This went on for several seconds longer because he let go. “Who says you’re allowed to sleep with your head beneath the blanket?” he said coldly into her eyes.

“That’s it?” The woman gulped in surprise. She thought he was trying to do something inappropriate to her.

“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll demand what you owe me when you’ve recovered,” he replied meaningfully.

“…”

Indeed, when she finally recovered completely, he demanded everything she owed him in that one fateful night! She complained incessantly. It would have been for the best if she did not recover!