The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

After the deed was done, Mo Fei lay on Qian Yikun’s body with her eyes closed. Their bodies were sticky, especially a certain someone who refused to come out.

However, she liked this. It made her feel at ease.

However, Qian Yikun could not fall asleep. He gently patted Mo Fei’s shoulder that was covered in hickeys.

Mo Fei wriggled her body uncomfortably, but Qian Yikun restrained her with his large hands and prevented her from moving.

Qian Yikun kissed Mo Fei gently on her forehead, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep. For a person like Mo Fei who was often oblivious, there were many things that she was clueless about.

At least, before anyone mentioned having kids, it would not occur to her to count the days and find out whether it was safe for them to have sex.

“Qian Yikun, it’s hot,” Mo Fei murmured.

Qian Yikun continued to hold her, refusing to let go. He only lifted one side of the blanket slightly, as if it would make too much of a difference.

“When this case is over, I’ll grant you a wish.” Qian Yikun’s voice sounded much sexier than before. It sent a paralyzing tingle up Mo Fei’s spine.

Mo Fei did not open her eyes. She only moved her head and bit his chest before saying, “There’s a mission I want to take on. It’s in South Africa.”

Qian Yikun paused for a moment. “Sleep.”

“Qian Yikun—”

“Sleep. Sleep. It’s late,” Qian Yikun said firmly. He was obviously denying what he had just said.

Mo Fei opened her eyes and glared at Qian Yikun.

“It’s not safe in South Africa. There are plagues and riots. What are you going there for?” Qian Yikun asked helplessly.

“Someone has offered 200 million to take a person’s life. Perhaps that would stop the war?” Mo Fei said with a cheeky smile.

“Stop fooling around. What those people want to do is their business. It’s fine if you go and watch. Besides, you don’t lack money,” Qian Yikun said as he reached out to touch her shoulder. He was relieved that she was not cold.

“I don’t lack money, but I’m bored. Besides, I like South Africa.” Mo Fei tapped Qian Yikun’s chest. “I just want to—”

“You have a household registration and a nationality now. If someone discovers you, it will become a serious problem.” Qian Yikun went straight to the point.

Mo Fei, “…”

“I knew it! You tricked me into getting my household registration back then!” Mo Fei shouted angrily. She pushed Qian Yikun’s shoulders away and got up. She was furious!

Qian Yikun placed his hand on her waist and ensured that she was still lying on his body. “You can go on a vacation.” Qian Yikun relented.

Mo Fei peered at Qian Yikun.

Qian Yikun pressed Mo Fei’s body against his and wrapped his hands around her tightly. “It’s time to sleep. Be a good girl.”

Be a good girl?

The corner of Mo Fei’s lips twitched slightly? Why was this man treating her like a little child?

However, she was not afraid. She did not believe that Dong Feng’s vicious tongue could be more reliable than Ye Cong’s cruelty.

As Mo Fei thought about it, she fell asleep in Qian Yikun’s arms.

In the dead of the night, even the cars outside seemed to have been silenced. Dong Feng slept until he was suddenly forced into a rucksack at midnight.

He had no idea what had happened. When he returned to his senses, it was already noon the next day and he found himself in a dark basement.

There was a small window in the basement that allowed a small window of light to pass through. However, that bit of light was powerless against the darkness here.

Dong Feng inhaled deeply and took in the moldy air. His ears were ringing with the sounds of mice. Under his body, he felt the muddy texture on the ground.