Lin Muci exited the world with a satisfied heart.
To be honest, although this world was originally set up as a story of abuse.
She had managed to find a bit of sweetness amidst the suffering.
After bidding farewell to the little system and opening her eyes again, she heard breathing beside her ear. She was slightly startled, then suddenly realized she was now... in Ling Qianhe's villa.
Wait, the only person who could be in Ling Qianhe's villa was Ling Qianhe himself.
Indeed, it was Ling Qianhe.
In the dim light, he leaned in and lightly kissed her lips, a faint smile curving his lips. The smile spread, warm like lamplight.
He whispered in her ear, his voice almost intoxicating.
"Awake?"
"What did you dream about? I saw you smiling in your sleep."
Lin Muci coughed. How could she explain this? Should she tell Ling Qianhe that she had dreamt about how she had tormented him?
That was clearly out of the question.
So, Lin Muci shook her head. Ling Qianhe's fingers gently played with her hair, and the next words he spoke made Lin Muci stiffen, yet also feel a fire ignite within her, making her burn.
"Does Little Ci really want to be my master?"
Her eyes widened, a hint of disbelief in her pupils. She stared blankly into Ling Qianhe's eyes, and he smiled.
"What, dare to do it but not admit it?"
Her cheeks flushed.
"I... I just don't know what you're talking about."
But Ling Qianhe wouldn't let her off the hook.
"I remember everything now, my little master."
"Didn't you want me to be your slave by your side forever? Didn't you even craft a pair of shackles for me—oh, I have them too. Little Ci, look, do you remember now?"
He reached behind him and, somehow, found a pair of shackles made entirely of gold. He jingled them, the sound clinking in his hand.
Lin Muci's blush spread from her face to her neck.
"No—"
Her voice became a soft murmur.
He knew her too well, knew exactly where to touch to make her unable to resist. He smiled and hooked his finger under her chin, making her look at him with a dazed, puppy-like expression, her voice hoarse.
"I..."
"I really don't know what you're talking about."
Her voice was sweet and soft, her eyes like hidden hooks, snagging him with every glance. Ling Qianhe gazed into her eyes and sighed, a breath that seemed to sink into his very soul.
"I know. Little Ci is the best. It's okay if Little Ci doesn't know what I'm talking about."
His fingertips slowly traced her cheek. The girl's hair was scattered around her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, his breath seeming to become light and airy, like a feather brushing against her face. Lin Muci watched him close his eyes.
She heard him say.
"Let me serve my master, alright?"
...
The next day, Lin Muci understood.
What it meant to have a sore back and cramped legs.
She could barely move, her whole body aching fiercely.
She almost wanted to cry, but Ling Qianhe walked in, scooped her up, and carried her downstairs for breakfast.
"I... got a bit out of control last night. I'm sorry."
"My Little Ci is too sweet and lovely."
Hearing him say that, Lin Muci glared at him like a rabbit. Ling Qianhe stole another kiss on the corner of her lips, his tone very gentle.
"Do you like me?"
Lin Muci's voice was a soft whimper.
"I like you."
Ling Qianhe's eyes deepened inexplicably, and he continued to question her.
"Do you like me the most?"
Lin Muci's voice was hoarse, she felt extremely wronged.
"I like Qianhe the most. But Qianhe always wears me out—I don't want to like you anymore!"
Her whole body still ached everywhere. Ling Qianhe gently held her, kissing her lips softly, his voice incredibly tender.
"It's my fault. I won't be so rough next time, I'll be gentler."
"Don't cry, darling, you're breaking my heart."
"What do you want to eat? I've prepared some porridge, would you like some?"
Lin Muci, looking aggrieved and pitiful, said softly.
"I don't want porridge."
She hesitated.
Then she made a request.
"I want to eat small wontons."
"The kind they sell outside. Sprinkled with sesame oil and scallions, they're so fragrant!"
Just thinking about it made her swallow.
Hearing her say this, the man opposite her smiled, his voice instantly softening. He longed to reach out and gently pat her head.
"Okay, whatever Little Ci wants to eat, I can take you to get it."
"Let's change clothes first."
Ling Qianhe helped Lin Muci change. As she was changing, she noticed her body was covered in marks. Her cheeks immediately turned red. Blushing furiously, she looked at Ling Qianhe, then lowered her head and bit his shoulder fiercely without a sound.
Ling Qianhe laughed. Of course, he knew why Lin Muci was reacting like this. He let her bite him; his muscles were firm, even his shoulders were hard.
After she finished biting, he reached out and stroked her head, asking her gently.
"Does it hurt?"
The girl shook her head quickly.
Ling Qianhe reached out and touched the girl's ear.
"I'll carry you out."
"Let's go, we're going to eat small wontons."
...
This was the first time they had gone out since becoming celebrities—Lin Muci's ears were bright red as she wondered, was this a date? Ling Qianhe parked the car outside a familiar alley.
He then opened the car door for Lin Muci. As Lin Muci walked into the alley, she saw the familiar red canopy and the grandmother setting up her stall. She walked over and ordered two bowls of small wontons.
The table was simple, the chairs were plastic.
Two steaming bowls of small wontons were placed on the table. As soon as they were served, they exuded the aroma of home cooking. Lin Muci scooped a spoonful of wontons, and her eyes immediately narrowed.
Eating this bowl of wontons made her feel utterly comfortable, warming her from head to toe.
Ling Qianhe watched her eyes curve into a smile.
"Do you like it?"
"If you like it, I'll learn and make it for you when we get back."
Lin Muci looked at him with a hint of disbelief.
"Can you really learn?"
Ling Qianhe nodded. He walked over and seemed to greet the stall owner. The grandmother at the stall immediately smiled warmly and whispered to him, as if she were about to pass on her secret recipe.
Lin Muci quietly finished a bowl of small wontons, feeling her stomach warm and much more comfortable.
She lowered her head, and her phone vibrated. She opened her phone and found a new message.
"Little Ci, are you with Ling Qianhe now?"
"Someone online said they spotted the two of you having breakfast in an alley in the old city, is that right? Someone has already posted about it online, you should leave there quickly, or the fans will probably rush to block you."
"Your and Ling Qianhe's popularity is so high, yet you dare to go out for breakfast so openly."
Lin Muci chuckled.
"Why shouldn't we? If the fans come, let them. Ling Qianhe is learning to make small wontons, so let him make them for the fans."
Her agent, Ye Tongtong, felt like her ears were malfunctioning.
She couldn't believe what she had heard.
"Let Ling Qianhe make them for the fans?"
"Seriously?"
Lin Muci nodded.
She directly took a photo of Ling Qianhe learning to make small wontons from behind and posted it on Weibo.
"Want some small wontons?"
In her Weibo post, in the soft morning light, the young man standing at the stove, wearing a pristine, custom-made white shirt, seemed to blend seamlessly into the scene of everyday life, his presence, along with the rising steam, filling one with warmth.
The fans were stunned, and Lin Muci's Weibo post sent them into a frenzy!
[What does this mean, is Little Ci openly showing off her affection, sob, I'm dying of thirst!]
[From this back view, it's definitely Brother Qianhe. I'm familiar with Brother Qianhe to the point of obsession. With this back view, I feel like Brother Qianhe is so well-behaved.]
[Brother Qianhe is simply amazing!]
[So husband-like. Making small wontons for the one he loves in the morning, waiting for her to wake up and eat them, it's so husband-like, do you know what I mean?]
[I mean, I can't imagine him cooking small wontons by the fire at all. All I can think is... tsk tsk, so tempting...]
While everyone was chatting eagerly, some were wondering if it was fake, a still from a drama, or a spoiler for their next project. On the super topic for Lin Muci and Ling Qianhe's CP, fans started posting encounter photos.
"It's Lin Muci and Ling Qianhe, they're eating small wontons in Yonggu Alley!"
"They look incredibly good in person, so exquisite they make you stare blankly, truly not the kind of beauty that appears in reality, really, so beautiful, I was stunned."
"Brother Qianhe is really learning to wrap small wontons. I only dared to look from afar, I didn't dare to get close, sob sob."
On the super topic for Lin Muci and Ling Qianhe's CP, fans expressed their excitement, and some even wanted to rush to Yonggu Alley.
Lin Muci patiently rested her chin on her hand. Fans were already gathering around.
She walked over and asked Ling Qianhe.
"Do you want to cook a few bowls for the fans?"
Ling Qianhe's eyes lowered. He stared at the wontons floating in the large pot, then Ling Qianhe said.
"I only want to cook for you."
He said this without hesitation, without a second thought.
He stood up as if to leave, but Lin Muci became a little anxious. The fans had specifically come, and it would be a shame to disappoint them.
So she whispered softly.
"No—"
"Let the fans try them, okay?"
Her tone was cautious. Hearing her say this, Ling Qianhe looked at her.
"Kiss me."
Lin Muci was a little annoyed.
"So many people."
Ling Qianhe laughed.
"Precisely because there are so many people, I want you to kiss me."
Lin Muci glared at him, angry. She was still mad at him for being so energetic last night, and this morning she had been counting on a bowl of small wontons to comfort her. She hadn't expected Ling Qianhe to be so stubborn. As they made eye contact, she suddenly felt him lean closer.
Then Lin Muci heard Ling Qianhe say.
"Kiss me."
"And I'll agree."
He pointed to his lips. Lin Muci, both shy and helpless, finally tiptoed, preparing to give him a fleeting peck on the lips to get it over with. But the next second, Ling Qianhe directly cupped the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss!
His kiss was like a storm, too forceful, and around them came gasps of breath. Everyone was so excited they cheered.
Lin Muci could hear all the sounds clearly. She heard the fans screaming, her cheeks flushing crimson. She knew why Ling Qianhe was doing this.
He just wanted to show off in front of the fans.
That he had a beautiful wife.
This guy was simply overflowing with jealousy, but why was he so jealous, why was he in such a hurry to prove she belonged to him?
Her cheeks were burning, and she was almost out of breath.
Her face felt extremely hot.
Ling Qianhe then strode towards the fans and asked happily.
"Who wants wontons?"
His attitude was incredibly good, clearly the demeanor of an idol doing business, completely different from how he had been coaxing and coercing her just moments ago. Lin Muci's eyes widened. She hadn't expected this guy to be so good at pretending. She felt like she had been completely taken advantage of, and she lowered her head silently.
Hmph.
She thought to herself, if it weren't for the fans.
She would definitely settle the score with him.
Ling Qianhe had already started cooking small wontons for the fans.
The fans lined up, and he cooked them one bowl after another. At first, he wasn't very skilled, and his speed was slow. Some of the wontons he cooked even broke their skins, but as time went by, he became more and more adept.
Even the grandmother who was selling at the stall couldn't help but give Ling Qianhe a thumbs-up.
Praising his excellent skills.
He used up all the spare wonton wrappers, paid the stall owner, and said it was to treat the fans before leading Lin Muci back.
The fans dared not stop him, only watching his retreating back, exclaiming in admiration.
[They match so well, they match so well I want to cry!]
[Sob sob sob, what kind of incredibly good man pampers his wife? He must have done it for us because Little Ci wanted to eat it. Is he trying to practice his skills and using us as guinea pigs?]
[But I have to say, with a man like this, I could eat ten more bowls of small wontons and still want more!]
[Amazing!]
The fans had a day of being thoroughly fed with dog food!
And some lucky fans had eaten the small wontons and could brag about it for a lifetime!