novelraw Chapter 74 Madam, Wife, Darling
Chapter 74 Madam, Wife, Darling
Wen Shumu held a strawberry tart in his hand, took a bite, and found it sweet, sour, and crispy.
He squinted happily, eating while reading the book on the projector.
I had just finished eating one when a new message popped up on the projector.
Upon reading the message, Wen Shumu's smile vanished instantly.
[Wen Boshuang: It's different when someone's backing you up.]
Wen Shumu stared at the sentence, feeling utterly bewildered.
Is this person crazy? I suddenly sent him a message with no beginning or end.
[Xiao Mu: What do you mean?]
[Wen Boshuang: Stop pretending. If it weren't for your influence, would Father have been beaten like that?]
Wen Shumu's fingers, which were typing a message, suddenly stopped. He frowned and immediately thought of Ling Suyu, who had not returned home last night.
Could it be... that my brother wasn't here yesterday? Did he go to Anjiangxing? And did he beat up Wenbin?!
Wen Shumu sat motionless in the chair for a long time.
The messages kept popping up, with Wen Boshuang using all sorts of vile and offensive language to insult him.
Wen Shumu came to his senses and read through the messages one by one. His expression was calm. He had faced far more malice than he had ever encountered. These words, spoken over the internet, could not harm him in any way.
Just as he was about to block Wen Boshuang, he sent another message.
[Wen Boshuang: Be careful that Marshal Ling doesn't end up like his mother who died young. We'll see what you do then.]
Wen Shumu's expression changed abruptly, his eyes darkened, and a clear anger surfaced in his eyes.
He used to treat whatever Wen Boshuang said as a joke, but this sentence crossed his bottom line.
His brother is his bottom line.
You can scold him, but you absolutely cannot touch Ling Suyu.
[Xiao Mu: I heard you're leaving Anjiang Star soon to attend a fashion show. If I screenshot this and post it online, don't worry about Marshal Ling; worry about whether you'll get acid thrown at you by the public.]
[Xiao Mu: Also, there's a lot I don't understand what you're saying. What exactly happened to Father? It seems you mean he was beaten by some righteous person?]
[Xiao Mu: Then you'd better be careful and not go around saying it. There are quite a few people who want to see the Wen family make a fool of themselves. The Wen family head was beaten up; if word gets out, they'll probably be ridiculed by other nobles for years to come.]
Wen Boshuang's cursing stopped immediately, and for a moment it was as quiet as a chicken.
Wen Shumu waited patiently for a while, and when he saw that he didn't speak, a mocking smile appeared on his lips as he scrolled up to read the chat history again.
The chilling look in his eyes had not yet dissipated.
There's no information about Ling Suyu's parents on the StarNet. Wen Boshuang must have known because Wen Bin told her…
This half-brother is a real liar. I won't block him for now; maybe I'll get some information from him later.
Wen Shumu sat quietly, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his face thoughtful.
A moment later, he got up and walked out of the room, stood in front of Ling Suyu's study, and knocked on the door.
Through the heavy door, Wen Shumu could faintly hear a buzzing sound.
He called out, "Brother, it's me."
The door opened quickly, and Ling Suyu came to greet him: "Have you finished eating?"
"Alright! I'm super full." Wen Shumu smiled gently, his eyes crinkling slightly, his gaze flowing, making it impossible to tell that just a few minutes ago the place was filled with gloom.
Upon entering, the roaring sound became even clearer. Wen Shumu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white machine in operation, accompanied by a crisp clicking sound.
He walked over to the machine and took a closer look.
"This is... a paper shredder?"
Ling Suyu hummed in agreement and picked up the teapot to pour tea for Wen Shumu.
The machine probably stopped quickly because there weren't many pages.
Wen Shumu stared at the paper shredder, somewhat bewildered.
My heart started racing because of a bold idea.
What could the shredded paper be?
Seeing him standing there motionless, Ling Suyu called to him softly.
Wen Shumu then turned around and sat down on the soft sofa, picked up his teacup, and slowly took a sip.
He started by rambling on and on, praising the beautiful gilded relief tea set with birds and beasts, and complimenting the rich aroma of the black tea, saying it would taste even better with some sugar cubes.
He spoke absentmindedly, but Ling Suyu took it very seriously, writing down everything and immediately asking Allison to bring over some sugar cubes.
Wen Shumu quickly stopped him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "That paper shredder... can I ask what it shredded?"
Ling Suyu looked up at him, her eyes bright and clear, like a clear lake reflecting the blue sky, full of tenderness.
"That agreement you haven't signed yet."
When his suspicions were confirmed, Wen Shumu was completely stunned. His gaze seemed to be on the black tea, but in reality, it was unfocused, and his expression was blank.
Wen Shumu's reaction made Ling Suyu's heart ache.
"Xiao Mu, back then I didn't know your feelings, nor did I see our relationship clearly. I presumptuously produced the divorce agreement, thinking it was for your own good." Ling Suyu smiled, but the curve was unnatural and slightly dry. "I should have asked you, and figured out what you really needed."
Wen Shumu pursed his lips, his gaze shifting upwards to Ling Suyu's face.
Their eyes met, and Ling Suyu said softly, "Back then, I asked you to play the role of my wife for a year, and now I would like to apply for... an extension."
"How long will it be extended?" A glimmer of light appeared in Wen Shumu's eyes.
Ling Suyu smiled slightly again, this time the smile was much smoother than before: "Indefinite."
Wen Shumu paused, then lowered his eyes, a sweet smile spreading across his face: "I can approve your application, but I need to correct one thing."
Ling Suyu's breath hitched, and he asked nervously, "Correct what?"
Wen Shumu suddenly stood up, sat down next to him, and whispered in Alpha's ear, "It's not an act, I am your real wife."
Ling Suyu's pupils contracted slightly, his heart trembled, and he could no longer restrain himself, reaching out to pull the Omega into his arms.
"It was my fault for using the wrong words." He readily admitted his mistake, his voice tinged with amusement, his lips lightly brushing against the earlobe of the person in his arms. "Xiao Mu is my real wife, my wife, my... darling."
The island, which had been silent for many years, is now accompanied by lush green trees, and there is no longer any sense of desolation.
Treated like this, Wen Shumu's eyes were overflowing with emotion, and his ears and face turned bright red. He could only hide it by burying himself in Ling Suyu's arms.
He had previously read in novels that the air was filled with pink bubbles when people were in love, and he thought it was an exaggeration. But when it happened to him, he realized it was a true reflection of reality.
Smelling the faint fragrance from Ling Suyu's neck, Wen Shumu was completely bewildered, wanting nothing more than to hold onto the Alpha and never let go.
Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten his purpose and, with great willpower, finally sat up from Ling Suyu's embrace.
Meeting the Alpha's puzzled gaze, Wen Shumu subconsciously scratched his hair, his eyes flickering.
He raised a hand to cover his mouth, as if afraid someone would eavesdrop, and whispered, "Brother, did you go to boxing practice last night?"