Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!
Chapter 100: Especially not one of our own

Chapter 100: Especially not one of our own

Lixue swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. The sight of Mo Ran’s bare chest, sculpted with defined muscles and toned abs, was enough to make her face heat up even more.

She had seen glimpses of his physique before, but never this up close, never in such an intimate setting.

Mo Ran smirked at her reaction, his sharp eyes catching the way her gaze dipped lower before she quickly looked away.

"Like what you see, wifey?" His voice was deep, teasing, laced with undeniable confidence.

Lixue scowled, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck. "You’re shameless."

Mo Ran chuckled, leaning in closer. "Only when it comes to you."

His hands remained firm on her thighs, his grip possessive yet gentle. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of her robe, sending tingling sensations up her spine.

Realizing the dangerous position she was in, Lixue placed her hands against his chest in an attempt to push him away. "Mo Ran, wait—"

But before she could finish, Mo Ran suddenly leaned in, caging her beneath him.

Lixue’s breath hitched. His body was so close, the warmth of his skin radiating against hers. The air around them grew heavier, charged with something she wasn’t sure she was ready to name.

Mo Ran tilted his head slightly, studying her reaction. His thumb brushed lightly against her cheek, his touch was surprisingly soft.

"You said it yourself, wifey," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "It’s high time we do this."

Lixue’s fingers clenched against his chest, her heart pounding erratically. She had been flustered before, but this—this was something entirely different.

Mo Ran’s eyes darkened as he watched her, waiting for her response. His teasing smirk had faded, replaced by something more intense, something serious.

"Lixue," he called her name, low and smooth.

She bit her lip, hesitating. Her mind was telling her to push him away, to stop whatever this was before it went too far. But her body—her body wasn’t resisting at all.

Mo Ran’s lips brushed against her temple, his breath warm against her skin. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I will."

Lixue’s lips parted, but no words came out.

A knowing smile tugged at Mo Ran’s lips. "You don’t want me to stop, do you?"

Lixue sucked in a sharp breath. "I—"

Before she could answer, Mo Ran leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against her jaw.

Her body tensed at the intimate touch, her fingers trembling slightly against his chest.

"Relax," Mo Ran whispered, his lips trailing lower. "I’ll take my time with you."

Lixue felt her heart hammer against her ribcage. She wasn’t sure if it was fear, anticipation, or something else entirely.

But when Mo Ran’s lips finally captured hers in a deep, lingering kiss, all rational thoughts left her mind.

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The Mo estate was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the fireplace and the occasional clink of fine china against porcelain. Fei Baeya sat in her usual place, back straight, posture was immaculate, her delicate fingers resting lightly on the edge of her teacup. Across from her, Mo Zhengrong readjusted his glasses, his gaze locked on the now-dark television screen that had moments ago displayed a dazzling performance.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Fei Baeya was the first to break the silence. "So, this is what she has chosen." Her voice was calm, yet laced with a cool disapproval.

Mo Zhengrong exhaled sharply, setting down his glass with a measured clink. "An unfortunate decision."

"She looked quite comfortable," Fei Baeya mused, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her teacup. "Confident. Natural, even."

Zhengrong’s expression darkened. "That is precisely the issue."

The weight of the past settled between them, unspoken yet equally suffocating.

Fei Baeya inhaled slowly, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Mo Ran knew this."

"Of course he knew." Zhengrong’s voice was edged with quiet frustration. "And yet, he allowed it. Encouraged it."

Baeya’s lips pressed together. "We thought he would be better than that."

"He is not a fool. He must know why we turned our backs on that world." Zhengrong’s fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair, his expression unreadable. "Yet he disregarded it entirely."

Baeya exhaled through her nose, displeasure flickering across her usually composed face. "It’s not as though I dislike the girl. She carries herself well, and she is not without grace. But this path—" She shook her head. "It is not a suitable one."

Zhengrong’s gaze was cold. "It is not a path we will accept."

Silence stretched between them again, thick with unspoken meaning. What had happened in the past was something neither of them could bear.

Finally, Fei Baeya set her teacup down with a quiet clink, her decision made. "We will summon him tomorrow. This can’t continue"

Zhengrong gave a curt nod. "He will explain himself. A woman has no place in the industry especially not one of our own."

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The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow over the lavish bedroom. The air was thick with the remnants of last night’s passion—scattered sheets, the faint scent of perfume and cologne lingering in the air, and the unmistakable marks left on Lixue’s bare shoulders.

Mo Ran stirred first, his arms still wrapped possessively around Lixue’s waist. He smirked to himself as he glanced down at her, her sleeping form curled against his chest. Her long lashes trembled slightly, her lips parted ever so slightly as she breathed in deep, even rhythms.

His fingers traced lazy circles along her exposed back, recalling just how thoroughly he had devoured her the night before. Lixue had been shy at first, but she had surrendered to him in a way that had driven him wild. And now, seeing her like this—exhausted, satisfied, completely tangled up in him—filled him with a deep, primal satisfaction.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "You did well, wifey," he murmured, amused when she made a small, sleepy sound in response but didn’t wake.

A sharp vibration from his phone disrupted the quiet moment. Mo Ran frowned slightly and reached for the device on the nightstand, squinting at the screen.

A message from his grandfather.

"Come to the Mo estate. Immediately."

Mo Ran’s smirk faded, his eyes narrowing. He could already guess what this was about.

Carefully, he shifted away from Lixue, tucking the sheets around her before slipping out of bed. His body ached pleasantly from their activities, but his mind was already preparing for the inevitable conversation.