Ling Qianhe chuckled.
Then he agreed.
"Okay. My precious wife has the most ambition."
His tone was doting.
But Lin Muci felt a shiver from his cheesy words. Just as the car drove into the garage, he scooped her up. She let out a series of startled cries. Ling Qianhe held her waist tightly, drawing close to her lips, his voice barely a whisper.
"Miss me?"
Lin Muci: "..."
He was crazy.
Ling Qianhe must be starving.
The little system was still giggling foolishly.
[You know, hahaha, don't humans say a spring night is worth a thousand gold? That's for sure. Tonight will be tens of thousands of gold...]
Lin Muci thought it would be better if it just shut up sometimes.
Ling Qianhe carried her from the door all the way upstairs, then pushed open the door.
A soft, large bed, the mattress covered with rose petals. Pillows as soft as feathers.
Lin Muci's mind immediately flashed with the words "prepared for this." She took a deep breath, her breathing falling out of rhythm.
"I—"
"Don't panic!"
Her tongue was tied.
Ling Qianhe pressed himself against her, his breath washing over her. Then his soft laughter echoed in her ear, and Lin Muci heard him ask.
"Don't panic? Who isn't panicking?"
"You miss me too, don't you?"
"Otherwise, why would you have unbuttoned my shirt yourself?"
Lin Muci was stunned! She immediately lowered her head, only to find that her own hand was unconsciously clutching Ling Qianhe's shirt buttons. She widened her eyes in disbelief and gasped.
She quickly let go.
Her voice was hoarse.
"I—"
"I didn't!"
Ling Qianhe raised an eyebrow.
He said.
"You ripped my shirt."
As he finished speaking, his chest muscles twitched.
Then his white shirt sprang open.
Lin Muci's mind was filled with lewd thoughts, her breathing quickening, her hands and feet unsure of where to place themselves. Ling Qianhe then chuckled and gently grasped her hands and feet.
"So beautiful."
She whimpered.
"No..."
She felt a little shy. Ling Qianhe, however, gazed at her, examining her carefully.
"You've returned to a familiar place, don't you have any feelings about it?"
"I think we should have a variety show, filming every bit of our lives. It would be very interesting."
Lin Muci's eyes widened.
"Aren't you afraid my mother will kill you?"
Ling Qianhe smiled and said.
"If I didn't think your mother would object, you would have been in my bed the moment you got off the cruise ship."
"Instead of going home."
In the depths of his eyes, a strong possessiveness surged!
This man.
He was incredibly domineering and extremely possessive. He gazed deeply into her eyes, then said.
"Xiao Ci, I really, really miss you."
"Do you miss me?"
She mumbled an "Mm."
She wasn't going to play hard to get anymore.
The little system was furious, disappointed she wasn't tougher!
[You were so fierce when you were dealing with that scumbag, how could you soften so quickly! Host, you're embarrassing us mission executors!]
But Lin Muci thought to herself.
The situation demanded it.
She was already in Ling Qianhe's bed. If she continued to be stubborn, wouldn't she suffer?
However.
The reality proved.
Even if she admitted she missed him.
He wouldn't let her off the hook!
...
As Lin Muci drifted into a deep sleep, she felt as if she were floating on clouds, every inch of her being kissed and touched.
Ling Qianhe's stamina.
Was too good—so good it made her despair. Ling Qianhe looked at the sleeping girl, his expression instantly softening.
He walked onto the balcony.
And closed the door.
Then his expression turned slightly cold. He looked at the distant starry sky, put on his headphones, and heard Franklin's voice.
"He escaped."
Ling Qianhe's brows furrowed.
"Escaped?"
"Who escaped?"
Franklin sighed.
"Nu Hai."
"I suspect someone helped him escape. If he was indeed injected with the super-god serum as you said, it's not strange that he was taken away. However, if that's the case, it's a bit tricky."
"I plan to further improve the serum and see if I can develop a better version."
"But Ling Qianhe, what are your plans?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to get revenge on your stepmother? Why haven't you acted yet?"
Ling Qianhe's expression grew colder.
Under the cover of night.
He had a stunningly beautiful face.
But now, a hint of mocking coldness surged in his eyes. That chilling expression slowly spread, and then Ling Qianhe said.
"It's not time yet."
Franklin was clearly grumbling.
"I don't know why you're making it so complicated. Why not just kill her?"
Ling Qianhe explained.
"She has something I want."
"That's why I said I can't kill her. However, soon, I'll be able to get what she needs and exchange it with her."
"The things she cares about most in this world are the Ling family's wealth and her son, Ling Wanli."
"If I control the Ling family's wealth and hold her son Ling Wanli in my grasp, she'll have no choice but to exchange it with me."
"If there's a chance to cure her son, I'm sure she'll be willing to pay any price!"
Franklin was very troubled.
"You're after your brother, Ling Wanli? But I researched it before, and no one can cure his illness. Especially his infertility, which is hopeless."
"He had a car accident."
"He was basically castrated."
"He's truly incurable."
Franklin himself felt it was hopeless.
Ling Qianhe said.
"I have an idea."
Franklin waited to hear his idea, but he unexpectedly fell silent. His idea was effectively gone.
This made Franklin quite frustrated!
Franklin frowned.
"Then—"
"You deal with Madam Ling yourself. I'm going to research Super-God Serum Generation Two."
He hung up the phone.
Ling Qianhe returned to the room and hugged the girl beside him.
She was also fast asleep.
In endless nightmares, he was trapped again and again in a cold underground freezer. Only the girl before him was his only ray of warmth, his only salvation.
Therefore.
He would never let go!
...
Held tightly by Ling Qianhe, Lin Muci's consciousness sank into the dream space.
In the dream.
She clicked on the illuminated memory fragments and successfully saw how Ling Qianhe was taken back by Madam Ling. This was even before she met Ling Qianhe...
The little boy jumped into the water as the boat neared the shore and was rescued by fishermen.
He hid by the dock.
Because he knew he was being chased.
So he worried about implicating the kind fishermen and only dared to hide by the dock, only coming out after dark. He was like a dirty, pitiful puppy until he was found by Madam Ling's people.
The noblewoman in fine clothes looked at him with disgust.
"Is this that woman's son?"
"Take him to take a bath."
"What a bastard."
"An unloved bastard."
Lin Muci watched the memory fragment, seeing Madam Ling's condescending face towards Ling Qianhe, and was so angry she wished she could rush up and slap Madam Ling hard!
Qianhe is nothing like what she called him... she's so wrong!
He was clearly noble.
He was a natural-born aristocrat!
Lin Muci was extremely angry. Someone took Ling Qianhe to bathe and tried to touch him. Ling Qianhe bit his attacker's wrist, and the person instinctively let go of him. The little boy's body slammed heavily against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of dark blood.
"Truly ungrateful..."
"Madam taking you back was for you to live a good life!"
"It's Madam's kindness that you're alive! Your mother died, and you should have died with her. It's Madam's pity that allowed you to live like a dog!"
Ling Qianhe remained silent.
He bit his lip tightly.
After he was cleaned up and brought upstairs, Madam Ling's eyes fell on him, sizing him up.
"He does have a rather handsome face, much like your seductive mother."
A deep mockery and disgust welled up in her eyes.
Then she looked at Ling Qianhe, her expression gradually turning icy.
"Take him back."
"Keep him in the basement for now. Give him some water and food, just enough to keep him from starving."
Her attitude towards Ling Qianhe was shockingly malicious.
Although he was less than ten years old, the child suffered immense mental torment while also lacking food and warmth.
His brother, Ling Wanli, wore custom-made children's clothing, traveled in Rolls-Royces, and was attended by maids and housekeepers.
The servants had no idea of his existence, and Madam Ling looked at him as if he were a stray dog.
"You're alive, and that's already a grace."
Lin Muci's fists clenched as she watched.
Ling Qianhe had suffered too much.
Precisely because he had endured so much hardship.
Lin Muci felt she could understand why he became so dark later on.
Madam Ling was truly inhuman!
The youth had a pair of dewy eyes, and he was very handsome.
The first time Lin Muci entered this world, she was immediately struck by Ling Qianhe's appearance.
But he clearly knew he was handsome, so he deliberately smeared dirt on his face.
He said that boys didn't need to be too good-looking.
Because in the Ling family, everyone bullied him.
No one would be kind to him.
Lin Muci's heart ached as she watched. She regretted it a little—the timing of her transmigration was a bit late.
If only she could have met Ling Qianhe when he was on the cruise ship and saved his mother, then he wouldn't have had any regrets!
The system then spoke.
[We've already sent you to the earliest possible point in time... we also have no ability to change the death of his mother.]
[At least we succeeded; he truly fell in love with you.]
[Also, Host, have you considered that if you had met young Qianhe, wouldn't the age difference between you be too great?]
Lin Muci's face flushed.
"What if I wouldn't have fallen in love with him then?"
The system snorted.
"How is that possible!"
"You're just coveting his beauty!"
"I saw through you long ago!"