Chapter 10 He Got Angry
Wen Zhi suddenly pressed down on the head buried against her chest and whispered, "Stop, shh!"
Mo Tingyan felt a surge of irritation. The bullet was already in the chamber, and she wanted him to stop?
How unprofessional—in bed.
A knock sounded again from outside the door.
"Xiao Wen, are you home? I'm the landlady. Didn't you call me the day before yesterday to say you wanted to end the lease? I happen to be free today, so I came to check the place!"
Wen Zhi let out a breath and tried to steady her breathing. "Auntie, please wait a moment. I'll be right there."
She patted Mo Tingyan on the shoulder, but he didn't move. Instead, he lifted his gaze to her, eyes filled with blatant dissatisfaction and desire.
Wen Zhi frowned and lowered her voice. "Get up."
But Mo Tingyan wasn't the type to listen so easily. He lowered his head and kissed her hard for a full five seconds before finally releasing her and getting up.
Wen Zhi shot him a glare. Her own clothes were a mess, while he was perfectly intact.
A seasoned playboy really was different—truly a master.
Next time, she definitely couldn't be so passive.
She quickly straightened her clothes before going to open the door, still blushing slightly. "Sorry, Auntie, I'm packing my things. The room's a bit messy."
The landlady walked in with a pleasant smile. "I understand. You're getting married soon, right?"
She was mid-sentence when she spotted a tall, well-built man standing on the balcony—handsome, imposing, cigarette between his fingers.
The auntie looked surprised and gossipy. "This… isn't the same boyfriend who used to come over for dinner, is he?"
Wen Zhi: "…"
Though the landlady had spoken softly, Mo Tingyan still heard it.
He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke instantly blurring his usual laziness. For a moment, a rare sternness wrapped around him…
The landlady stopped prying after that. She inspected the apartment, exchanged a few polite words with Wen Zhi, and left.
As soon as she walked out, Wen Zhi shut the security door, glanced at the man on the balcony with his back to her, then pressed her lips together and went to the kitchen to pack.
The kitchen in Mo Tingyan's place was far too clean—no cookware at all.
Her own kitchen supplies could all be used, and since they'd be living together now and had a heavy mortgage to deal with, every bit saved counted.
She was packing plates when Mo Tingyan's lazy voice suddenly came from behind her:
"Your landlady knows that ex-boyfriend of yours too? Did he come here often, or did he… also live here before?"
Wen Zhi shot him a glare. Why bring up that unlucky bastard for no reason?
"You're being nosy. Stop talking nonsense and come help."
Mo Tingyan raised an eyebrow. He knew Wen Zhi had no real history with anyone else, but his mood was still sour.
Soon, they finished packing and loaded everything into the trunk.
In the car, Mo Tingyan drove in silence. Wen Zhi kept glancing at him…
He hadn't said a single word for a long time—completely unlike him.
Back home, Mo Tingyan carried the heavy items into the kitchen while Wen Zhi handled the organizing and arranging.
After he finished moving things, he crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching the woman busy inside.
His expression only darkened further—
because Wen Zhi hadn't noticed he was upset at all.
Finally, he called out, "Wen Zhi."
Wen Zhi snapped her head around. It was the first time he'd called her by her full name since they'd met.
Mo Tingyan looked serious. "I'm hungry."
Wen Zhi: "…and?"
The man said bluntly, "Whatever you used to cook for Mo Tingjue, cook the same for me."
Wen Zhi: "…"
"I don't have time. I have something to do tonight. I'm going live."
Since they'd be living together, she didn't plan to hide it. Turning away as she arranged things, she said, "I told you before—I earn side income. I'm kind of a voice streamer."
As soon as she finished speaking, a warm wall pressed against her back.
Mo Tingyan wrapped her tightly in his arms, his face buried against her nape, breath hot and restless as he nuzzled her lightly…
Wen Zhi felt ticklish and shrank her neck, leaning forward to put distance between them.
But every time she moved an inch, he followed an inch, forcing her against the cabinet, immobile.
Wen Zhi, helpless, turned her head, about to speak—
when Mo Tingyan murmured,
"Your voice is seductive. Can you use a loli voice to call me 'husband'? Come on, let me hear it."
Let him vent a little.
Wen Zhi smacked away his wandering hand and glared at him.
"Get lost."
"Mad? I'm just curious about the different tones voice streamers use. If you can use them at… certain moments, wouldn't that melt someone's bones?"
Wen Zhi was nearly defeated by his shamelessness.
"Stop with your nonsense. I teach voice acting."
She couldn't keep talking to this libertine, so she broke free from his arms, annoyed.
"Enough. Get out of the kitchen. You're wasting my time."
But Mo Tingyan hadn't achieved his goal—how could he leave?
That scumbag had eaten her cooking, and he hadn't…
He stood where he was, a smirk lifting his lips, though his next words carried overwhelming dominance—