Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion

His foul mood miraculously improved when he heard her grumbling!

“Hey, say something!” The man merely responded by holding the back of her head.

All the servants and bodyguards bowed their heads quietly as the two made their way back to the house.

It was not until they reached the hallway that Mo Jiangye released his wife.

Whoosh… Ye Erruo exhaled deeply when she detected the alcohol stench on the man.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls and why did you lock me up?” she asked persistently.

He, however, merely pursed his lips and dipped his head to steal another kiss from her.

“…”

“Young Madam, Young Master hasn’t eaten anything all day,” Bo Yu, who had quietly entered the house, reminded her.

“He hasn’t eaten anything all day? What has he been doing? Was he at home all day long?” the woman asked him with narrowed eyes.

He was about to answer her when he sensed his boss’s warning gaze. With a trembling heart, he said, “Young Master has been so busy entertaining clients that he has yet to eat his meals. He’s got gastritis. According to the doctor, he mustn’t skip any of his meals and he must have them on time, but… Sigh…”

She shot her husband a skeptical look when she heard that. Business entertainment? Is that a valid reason to keep me locked up? Something is obviously up with these two!

Meanwhile, Mo Jiangye could not stop sniffing the silky hair dangling at the crook of her neck. With his arms caging the woman tightly in his embrace, he appeared like a petulant child glued to her body. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his breath was mingled with the smell of alcohol.

“Go ahead and prepare dinner,” she ordered while stroking her husband’s head.

“Okay.” Bo Yu and the rest of the servants took their leave.

Mo Jiangye carried her over to the sofa to take a seat and then held her hands and rubbed them lovingly against his face.

Her heart could not help turning into mush whenever he revealed such a childish side of himself in front of her.

The man merely held her tight, pretending to hear none of the questions she asked him.

“Mo Jiangye!”

He quietly directed his gaze at her.

“I’m asking you questions right now. Why did you skip your meals and go drinking when you have gastritis?”

After a long silence, he finally spat out three words. “My heart hurts.”

That answer shocked her. “Your heart hurts? You not only have gastric problems, but your heart has a problem as well?

“Mm.”

He then grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest. In his inebriated state, his half-hooded eyes seemed to be saying, “I need a rub.”

Forget it. There’s no need for me to take a drunkard seriously!

“I’m sleepy.”

“Don’t you fall asleep now! Have dinner before you go to bed.”

“Dumplings.”

“I’ll make them for you tomorrow.”

For a moment, she had the fleeting illusion that he was pitiful and aggrieved based on his grudging expression and those wet orbs of his.

Soon, the servants delivered their dinner. At the dining table, the man stared blankly at the dishes as he rested his head on his wife’s shoulder and circled his arms around her waist in a tight embrace.

“Weren’t you feeling sleepy? Hurry up and finish your meal so we can go to bed.” She then scooped a spoonful of rice porridge and checked its temperature before delivering it to his mouth.

However, he turned his head away.

“If you don’t eat this, your meal tomorrow will be frozen dumplings,” she warned him through gritted teeth.

“…”

She tried feeding him the porridge once more. This time, he obediently opened his mouth and ate it.

He was acting unusually retarded that day… He could not even bear to leave her for a moment.

Ding. Her phone, which she had placed aside at the table, vibrated suddenly.