Chapter 352: I Don't Believe You, Ghost

That evening, only after coaxing the little one to sleep did Lin Xinyuan quietly slip out of the room and gently close the door behind her.

Ever since starting the middle class of kindergarten, Xiao Yiyi had already begun sleeping separately from the couple.

For someone, this was a fantastic development, but for her, it was pure torment.

That guy really tormented her whenever he had the chance…

Thinking this, Lin Xinyuan walked to the door of her bedroom, then immediately hesitated.

Maybe… go back a little later?

After a moment of thought, she decided to delay as much as possible.

So she didn’t return to the bedroom right away. Instead, she curled up on the living room sofa by herself and started watching TV.

The volume was turned down very low, and what was playing was the animated adaptation of her own .

With a critical eye—she had watched a few episodes before—she felt the adaptation was decent, at least better than the previous … though she couldn’t say whether it would maintain this level later on…

She then took out her phone and checked the comment section, finding that most people indeed thought it was passable, with ratings above eight points.

Not bad at all…

With that, Lin Xinyuan felt fairly satisfied. She put down her phone and continued watching the TV with growing absorption.

But what she didn’t know was that someone had grown tired of waiting and had come out of the bedroom.

A tall figure walked step by step, slowly approaching behind her, a smile on his lips, yet his gaze was somewhat dark.

Xiaoyuan… too disobedient…

At that moment, on the huge TV screen, the protagonist happened to encounter, by sheer chance, a Ya Zi dying from battle wounds. Because of his innate Dragon Horn Bloodline, he gained its favor.

Knowing its death was certain, the Ya Zi bestowed its treasured arts and its very bones and hide upon the protagonist, helping him forcibly refine them, altering his already severed meridians and reshaping his foundation.

This was the protagonist’s first opportunity since encountering the Treasure Gourd but lacking cultivation to open it—and from here, he stepped back onto the path of cultivation!

Surging music played—it was the protagonist’s resentment toward family grudges and damaged meridians, all transforming into a resolve to risk everything!

It was do or die…

Lin Xinyuan watched with total immersion. Seeing the male lead she had written stand so vividly firm in his convictions, she felt deeply excited inside.

After all, when you see a character you created fully display their charm, a feeling of gratification wells up naturally—it always felt like watching a son grow up…

But just as she became more and more absorbed, a large hand had somehow already crept onto the back of her neck, gently kneading it.

Warm breath accompanied a low voice, sounding somewhat deep.

“Xiaoyuan… it’s eleven… why aren’t you back in the room…”

The words startled Lin Xinyuan badly. She quickly turned around, gazing at that guy in fright, then hurriedly composed herself.

Her glossy, dark Orchid Eyes darted around.

She bit her cherry lips lightly and began to make excuses, her expression cold, but her words came out halting: “I… I… I’m just watching TV for a bit… it’s only eleven, still early… ahem…”

By the end, she couldn’t help but cough in guilt herself.

“I see…” Qin Nanfeng wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he smiled—smiled very happily.

He didn’t bring up what Lin Xinyuan had promised him earlier.

Instead, he simply sat down beside his little wife, directly pulled her into his embrace, and made her sit on his lap.

“I can’t sleep either, so let’s watch together.”

Lin Xinyuan wanted to struggle, but clearly her strength was far inferior to Qin Nanfeng’s—and besides, deep down, she didn’t have strong resistance…

“Wuwu…”

Now she really felt like crying but had no tears. Still, she didn’t dare say anything, only reluctantly nodded.

But being held by someone who was also being handsy, the strange sensation beneath her couldn’t be ignored.

Lin Xinyuan simply couldn’t focus on the TV anymore.

Qin Nanfeng, in contrast, looked thoroughly engrossed, even offering commentary: “Mm, adapted well. It should get popular.”

“Mm…” Lin Xinyuan couldn’t take any of it in. Her mind was muddled, her body growing soft and hot because of him—a throb from the depths of her being.

Truth be told, after a week without intimacy, she had her own urges.

But knowing that once it started, that guy would never know when to stop, she wanted to avoid it as much as she could…

So Lin Xinyuan began seeking an escape. Her moist eyes darted around randomly.

Finally, as if she thought of something, she spoke up immediately, her voice soft beyond belief, the tail end trembling: “Feng Ge… can you let go first… I… I need to go to the washroom…”

“Go ahead! Why ask me about that.”

Qin Nanfeng said casually with a smile, as if he didn’t care, releasing his grip directly, letting the person in his arms break free.

Escaping from his embrace, Lin Xinyuan let out a breath of relief, and couldn’t help but complain inwardly at his words.

It’s because you won’t let me go, you yellow-haired brat! Utterly shameless…

But she also felt something was off, sensing that this guy was definitely up to something!

Still, there was nothing she could do now. She couldn’t escape anyway, and every moment of delay was a win…

With that thought, Lin Xinyuan hurried toward the washroom, pretending to be in a rush, and quickly locked the door once inside.

Inside the washroom afterward, she kept scrolling through her phone to pass the time, anxiously waiting in silence.

But oddly enough, more than half an hour passed, and he still showed no sign of calling her out…

Thinking it over, Lin Xinyuan finally steadied herself, prepared to open the door a crack, and observe the situation outside.

Click…

With a very soft sound of the door opening, Lin Xinyuan’s fluffy little head peeked out cautiously.

She glanced outside, only to see that the living room had somehow lost its lights and sound…

Huh… strange…

Did he go to sleep?

She couldn’t help but think this, yet at the same time, her unease grew deeper.

She felt like he was hiding in the darkness watching her, and a timid impulse arose—maybe she should go back later.

But just as she was about to retract her little head and close the door, the door was suddenly pushed back open by an irresistible force.

Before Lin Xinyuan could even react, the world spun around her.

A pair of large hands suddenly gripped her waist, and a scorching, tall body pressed tightly against her from behind.

“Ah…”

Lin Xinyuan let out a soft cry before she realized that this guy had somehow, without a trace, slipped over to the door side—right in her blind spot.

“Was Xiaoyuan really using the toilet?” Qin Nanfeng’s thin lips moved close to Lin Xinyuan’s ear, chuckling lowly, his gaze completely darkened.

“I… I was… constipated…” Lin Xinyuan’s eyes darted about uneasily, but her expression still forced calmness.

“Be good… time to go back and rest now.”

“Uh…” Hearing the man’s tone, Lin Xinyuan’s wariness grew even stronger. But things had already reached this point—she’d been caught, and there was no point in avoiding it.

In the end, she didn’t struggle anymore. She just shyly let him pull her along.

But during the walk, something occurred to her, and she couldn’t help speaking up again: “Did you secretly give the candy I bought to Yi Yi? I’m telling you, you can’t spoil her like that…”

She spoke in a scolding tone, but in truth, she was trying to mask her inner shyness and fear, and hoping that by showing she was upset, he wouldn’t go too far tonight.

But Qin Nanfeng didn’t say much in response. He just kept holding his wife’s little hand and walking.

Seeing this, Lin Xinyuan felt a surge of joy.

If he had directly apologized, she naturally couldn’t say anything more.

But since he didn’t argue, that made her momentum even stronger.

Her tone turned deliberately cold: “Did you hear me… I’m angry…”

Qin Nanfeng still didn’t speak, remaining silent. This emboldened Lin Xinyuan even more.

She wanted to say more, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

This guy… why did he pull her to the kitchen…

But soon, Lin Xinyuan understood.

As the sliding kitchen door closed and the smart light on the range hood turned on, after letting go of her hand, he pulled out—from who knows where—a clean pink plaid apron.

Lin Xinyuan instantly remembered that the yellow-haired brat had once asked if she had an extra apron.

But she didn’t recall ever listening to him and actually taking one out.

No way… only an idiot would bring one out! To mess around like that with him!

So in this situation, there was no need to guess—he must have found it himself secretly…

At this point, Lin Xinyuan, her bravado finally crumbling, backed away repeatedly.

“No… let’s go back to the room, okay…” Her calm expression collapsed on the spot, and she began to beg, the shame inside her beyond measure. “Here, it’ll… wuwu… what if Yi Yi wakes up and comes to the bathroom—she’ll find us…”

Qin Nanfeng said nothing. He just held the apron and gently stroked it, his gaze roaming over her nightgown at the same time, a tender arc forming at the corner of his lips.

“No can do… Be good and take it off, alright?” The man spoke in a gentle voice, saying the most frivolous words, the restraint in his eyes no longer containable.

“Wuwu… no…”

“Be good… it’ll feel nice… I’ll finish early this time…”

“Wuwuwu…”

I don’t believe you, ghost! That’s what you said last time too!

Uh…