Jiang Tingxu had stared so hard that her eyes were strained, yet he had no self-awareness at all.
He had a chill demeanor, and his lips had curved into a crescent before he went to the bookshelf at the side and started flipping through one of the books—the hotel had prepared them. They were magazines, which were perfect for killing boredom. The others were romance fiction—Red Rose, White Rose, Love in a Fallen City, Eighteen Springs, etc.
Mo Boyuan was flipping through the pages briefly, and he had quickly lost his interest. Be it love, resentment, intertwining fates, or unspoken feelings, he thought that only women would be fond of this genre, written by women for women. Mo Boyuan was more of an action-adventure or science fiction guy. He rubbed his forehead and asked, “Honey, would you like to read?”
She had finally coaxed Mo Zhining to sleep. “No,” she was scowling. “Keep your voice down. He’s asleep.”
Mo Boyuan had a bad habit of sneaking onto her bed in the past. But now it was different—he had a proper reason, and he was a little nervous and embarrassed about it. Yet it was just for a moment because before she knew it, he was lying on the bed with peace of mind.
Once he was in bed, he wasn’t that well-behaved anymore, and he revealed his true colors. His arms had reached past their son and towards her, and he grabbed her hand.
Jiang Tingxu was taken aback. “Knock it off! Go to sleep!” she whispered.
“I’m not letting go. I’m holding my wife’s hand. You got a problem?”
Couldn’t she even say something about her own hand? What kind of logic is that? It was a pure absurdity. She tried to pull her hand out with force.
“Stop it, honey! You’ll wake that little brat.”
With such a great movement, it would’ve interrupted the sleeping kiddo between them.
Sure enough, Jiang Tingxu stopped moving. Though Mo Boyuan could hear her puffing and blowing.
How could she not be mad? She had to deal with such a shameless person. It was driving her bananas.
At this moment, Mo Boyuan had lifted his son from the middle to the side with one hand. Then, he pulled her into an embrace with satisfaction as there was no one between them anymore.
Jiang Tingxu tried to struggle.
“Don’t move!” he warned. Did Jiang Tingxu really think he was a saint and would just sit still?
Jiang Tingxu didn’t dare to move as she heard that. Her cheeks were flushed red.
“Y-you…Do not try to do anything. Auntie Wen and my brother are right next door,” she stammered.
Hearing this, he snickered and whispered into her ear, “Honey, do you think that if I, your spouse, wanted to do something to you, they would be able to stop me?”
They were legally married, and their marriage was registered with the authority. It was official. Moreover, the entire resort belonged to the Mo family. It was only a matter of his word if he wanted anything.
“Ahem.”
The corners of Jiang Tingxu’s mouth twitched, and she couldn’t suppress a dry cough.
Then, Mo Boyuan had let go of her as he lay down beside her.
His self-control was almost at its limit, and he knew he had to stop before things get intimate. Tonight wasn’t the right time. They still had to hurry back to Yun City tomorrow morning.
“Alright, let’s sleep.”
…
The next day, Mo Zhining was the first to wake up. He’d discovered something strange once he opened his eyes.
Why was he sleeping at the corner of the bed?
He had racked his brains, but he couldn’t get the answer. He couldn’t have guessed that it was his own father who’d moved him to the side.
He sat up and squinted his little eyes, and he found his parents clinging to each other as they were still asleep. They were hugged together.
He pouted, wriggled, and crawled into his mommy’s arms.
