?Chapter 402: Chapter 402: Husband…   Chapter 402: Chapter 402: Husband…                                   This call of “wife” made Qiao Ruoxin feel warm inside.


    Her lips unconsciously curved upward, “That’s more like it. Now that you have a wife, you can share your troubles with me, right?”


    Mo Chenughed out loud, holding her tighter, “Okay.”


    “Do you have time now, my dear husband? Can you apany your wife and child for a walk?” she teased, aiming to lighten the mood.


    The man let go of her, his long fingers gently brushed her nose, “Of course, I have time to apany my wife and child. Let’s go.”


    He held Qiao Ruoxin’s hand, frowning, “Why are your hands still so cold?”


    “Born this way, nothing I can do…” she said somewhat helplessly, then leaned her head on the man’s shoulder.


    The two of them walked in the estate, their tall and short shadows stretching long, which was somehow romantic.


    Suddenly, a man approached, seemingly one of the private detectives.


    “Mr. Mo, there’s one thing I’d like to ask you about.”


    As Mo Chen held Qiao Ruoxin’s hand, he responded, “Hmm?”


    “May I ask, what was the reason for your visit to the hotel crime scene room?”


    Mo Chen answered truthfully, “Someone lured me there, I didn’t know beforehand, and by the time I arrived at the scene, it had already been half an hour after the incident.”


    Qiao Ruoxin had been staring at the man, feeling he was very familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.


    Where had she seen him?


    She couldn’t for the life of her remember.


    Mo Chen noticed her gaze as well and had tolerated it for five seconds. He hadn’t expected this Little Ghost to still be staring at the man.


    His expression became increasingly ugly.


    Suddenly, he pulled Qiao Ruoxin into his arms and whispered fiercely in her ear, “Little Ghost, do you want me to gouge out those eyeballs of yours!”


    Qiao Ruoxin snapped back to reality, forgetting she had this extremely possessive Mr. Mo by her side.


    Sheughed awkwardly, “I just thought this gentleman looked familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere before, but I can’t remember where.”


    Mo Chen’s voice turned chilly, “Is that so? Have you seen quite a few men in these two years?”


    He had always wondered how many men this Little Ghost had met in the past two years. She had always been under his protection then, isted from any contact with men.


    And during those vanished two years, without his control, just how many men did she actually meet?


    The private detective couldn’t help but speak up, “Qiao Ruoxin, so you do remember me. I thought you had long forgotten who I was.”


    Mo Chen’s brows knitted together, and his handsome face tensed, the hostility emanating from him growing heavier.


    Qiao Ruoxin also sensed the man by her side’s displeasure. She clung to his arm and, smiling, said to the man, “I can’t quite recall. Could you introduce yourself?”


    She thought she might have had a brief encounter with this private detective in the past.


    But what the private detective said next made the atmosphere even more awkward.


    Mo Chen looked down at the Little Ghost’s brow and eyes, delicate and pretty. Even though she was now pregnant, she still exuded a girlish charm.


    The private detective smiled, “We were middle school ssmates, don’t you remember? I was your desk mate and even wrote you love letters. Of course, you never epted them. After you got into the film academy, I still tried to pursue you, but you never looked my way. Later, I heard you became Mr. Mo’s girlfriend, with on and off again rtionship, but here you are together again.”


    This recounting drew a cold sneer from Mo Chen, hisughter somewhat sinister and eerie.


    “You sure are popr with the men,” Mo Chen said with a tone that sent shivers down the spine.


    Qiao Ruoxin’s face was racked with embarrassment. She wished she had not asked. It was so awkward, and she suspected that Mo Chen would probably get jealous again.


    “Then… I’ll be on my way. Oh, and by the way, I wish you happiness,” the private detective said tactfully before turning to leave swiftly.


    She was left to face Lord Mo’s terrifying gaze…


    “Brother Mo Chen, that’s all in the past. I’ve forgotten about it a long time ago.”


    “Really? Didn’t you think he looked familiar? Proves you still have some impression.”


    Mo Chen spoke lightly, but every word was tinged with resentment.


    He didn’t continue the walk with her but instead took her back to the vi and ascended to the bedroom using the indoor elevator.


    Unable to hold back, Qiao Ruoxin spoke up, “I just thought that person looked familiar, not the memories. Can you not be angry, please?”


    Mo Chen picked up a cigarette and held it between his lips, intending to light it with a lighter, but his gaze fell on her abdomen.


    Then he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, set the lighter down, and sat on the single-seat sofa, cursing under his breath, “Fuck…”


    He wanted to smoke when he was agitated, but now that Little Ghost was pregnant, he also wanted to quit smoking, but…


    Qiao Ruoxin walked over and sat in hisp, lifting his hand and cing it on her belly: “Brother Mo Chen, I’m pregnant. Please don’t be mad for the sake of our two babies, okay?”


    Mo Chen’s dark pupils flickered slightly as he lowered his gaze to her abdomen.


    “I know, but I can’t control myself.”


    He was obsessively convinced that Qiao Ruoxin had been in contact with quite a few men during the two years out of his sight.


    Obsessively convinced that he held an unimportant ce in Qiao Ruoxin’s heart.


    Qiao Ruoxin was aware of his pathological obsessiveness, his emotional instability.


    She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Husband…”


    She could distinctly feel Mo Chen’s body stiffening. Indeed, this was the first time she had called him ‘husband’ so earnestly.


    Mo Chen chuckled in pleasure, his voice deep andnguid, “Say it again, darling.”


    “Husband, is that okay? Are you still mad?”


    “Hmm, sounds good.”


    “…” Is a title that important?


    Mo Chen looked down at her: “Little Ghost, how many men did youe across in the past two years?”


    He wanted to know about every single day of Qiao Ruoxin’s past two years.


    After all, throughout those years, he had always had bodyguards secretly protecting Qiao Ruoxin. In essence, she had grown up under his surveince.


    But those missing two years made him feel a sense of confusion for the first time.


    Qiao Ruoxin shook her head: “Really, there weren’t any. I was often locked up in the estate. They only took me out to attend dinners asionally and brought me home immediately after they ended. I didn’t have many opportunities to meet men. They just wanted to matchmake me with Simon and wouldn’t let me meet other men.”


    The mention of Simon aroused an urge in Mo Chen to kill that scum.


    He had taken away two whole years of their beautiful time together and even drove Little Ghost to attempt suicide once.


    “In those two years, didn’t your heart ever flutter for that trash?” Mo Chen asked insistently, unable to ept even the slightest bit of affection for him.


    Qiao Ruoxin shook her head: “Never, not even once.”


    Mo Chen received the answer he wanted and kissed her lips softly: “Good, you can only be mine.”