Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing

She had had enough!

She had been suppressing her emotions since the wedding!

She really admired herself for being so cooperative and uncomplaining with Di An in this wedding!

But at this point, she had really moved into Di An's house.

Her and Di An's names were on the marriage certificate.

Wasn't this a comedy?

Wasn't this ironic?!

She hated this ridiculous world!

…

In Mo Yuanxiu's villa.

Mo Yuanxiu and Lu Manman returned after the wedding.

The two of them were actually tired.

When he returned to the villa, his expression changed.

He turned to Butler Wang, who was waiting in the living room. "Call Dr. Xiao."

"Yes, Mr. Mo." Butler Wang hurriedly nodded.

Lu Manman looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"The wound is open, and it's probably infected," he said casually.

Lu Manman froze.

He smiled and looked at her tense expression. "Don't worry. It's not your fault."

"What has it got to do with me? I'm not the one who wanted to be intimate, to take a shower with hot water, or… to do that," Lu Manman said directly.

Mo Yuanxiu smiled even more deeply, and his lips were captivating.

Lu Manman really felt that Mo Yuanxiu was good at seducing people. She was really afraid that she would fall for him if she did not watch her back.

Feeling a little unhappy, she gritted her teeth and headed upstairs.

As she left, he turned around and made a call.

The call went through quickly. "Ah Xiu."

"Ye Heng, the other party is starting to suspect us. Don't act rashly for now. We'll talk after I've recuperated."

"Okay," Ye Heng hurriedly answered.

"I'm hanging up."

"Ah Xiu," Ye Heng suddenly called out. "Lu Manman will find out about us eventually."

"Let her know."

"Yes." Ye Heng did not say anything else.

Mo Yuanxiu knew that he was worried, or perhaps, he was testing him to see if he should trust Lu Manman!

Obviously, he did not want to hide it from that woman.

But he did not feel the need to tell her everything.

She would find out one day.

Regardless of whether she accepted it or not, he would always remain calm.

He turned around.

Xiao Chen appeared in the living room with the first aid kit. Seeing Mo Yuanxiu standing at the door, he casually asked, "How's your wound?"

"It's probably infected," he said.

The two of them headed to his room on the second floor.

He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off the tape.

Xiao Chen looked at the wound and squinted. "It seems like it's not as simple as just inflammation."

Mo Yuanxiu smiled as well, reminiscing.

"Did you do something inappropriate for children?" Xiao Chen asked, but his tone was firm.

Xiao Chen looked to be in his forties and was a typical experienced uncle. He did not put on weight and maintained a good figure. As he frequented the gym, he had patches of muscle on his body, making him appear even more charismatic. His facial features were not considered handsome, but because of his life's experiences, he exuded a sense of self-restraint. Nowadays, the dreamy middle-aged and mature oppa of young girls was similar to the feeling Xiao Chen gave others.

Mo Yuanxiu did not respond to Xiao Chen's teasing.