Chapter 1174 - 1174 1149 Extra Story Seventeen (31)

Chapter 1174: 1149, Extra Story Seventeen (31) Chapter 1174: 1149, Extra Story Seventeen (31) Shanshan almost instantly replied, “I knew Big Brother was lying.”

“Seventeen, you two ganging up on one of us is too unfair. I’m going to find help too, hmph.” Maomao left these harsh words behind as she scurried off to the study room to find Jian Tianlin.

On the other side, as soon as Shanshan saw Maomao’s response, her bright eyes shone, and she turned her face to look at the man sitting on the sofa reading a book.

“Husband!”

The soft and tender voice floated gently, melting Mu Chen’s heart.

He put down his book, lifted his eyelids, and the girl’s cute, charming smile came into his view, making him laugh helplessly, “It seems like tomorrow the sun is going to rise from the west.”

“Big Brother is picking on me, come help me.” Quan Shanshan showed a pitiful expression, and Mu Chen chuckled.

As expected, she needed a favor from him.

A wife’s command must be obeyed.

He stood up, his long legs taking just a few strides to reach her. His tall figure leaned slightly forward, enveloping her in his arms just right.

“How did Seventeen pick on you, hm?”

“Maomao and I lost so miserably.” Shanshan pointed at the game on the screen, complaining.

He looked down at her with a cool gaze, his voice affectionately low and seductive, “If I help you, what’s my reward, hm?”

“Forget it, I know you’re just scared of losing to my Big Brother.” Shanshan deliberately provoked him, but unfortunately, Mu Chen was immune to this tactic.

“Shanshan, you know that won’t work on me.”

Shanshan pouted, tilted her head to look at him, and said coolly, “If you won’t help me, fine, I’ll go find Azhan.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen’s eyes deepened, his fingertips gently pinching her chin, “You little troublemaker, asking for a punishment?”

“Shanshan, are you coming or not?” Maomao sent a message to hurry her.

“In a moment.” Shanshan replied to the message, then stretched her hand to loop around Mu Chen’s neck, drawing close to his scarlet lips for a kiss, “Is this good enough?”

Mu Chen smiled with a slightly lifted corner of his lips, “That’s more like it.”

With Jian Tianlin and Mu Chen joining in, the situation reversed instantly, and the few young ladies all became cheerleaders. The game turned into a contest between men.

The night was deep, and the crisp sound of keyboard tapping rose and fell in waves.

“Such a lively atmosphere, is there anything to eat?” On the weekend, Quan Shanshan dragged Mu Chen to the mansion, and just as they approached the living room entrance, they heard laughter coming from inside.

“Shanshan.” Xi An’an saw Quan Shanshan and waved at her with a beaming smile.

“An’an, you’re here too.” Seeing Xi An’an, Quan Shanshan dropped Mu Chen and sat down next to her.

Mu Chen looked down at his own empty large hand and smiled helplessly.

“Wow, hawthorn fruit too.” Quan Shanshan saw the bright red hawthorn fruit on the table, her eyes sparkling with eagerness.

She reached out to pick one and popped it into her mouth. The sour and sweet taste brought a satisfied squint to her eyes as she sweetly praised, “Great-Grandma, your cooking is getting better and better.”

“If you like it, take some with you when you go.” The old lady’s face was full of a kindly smile that made her feel very approachable.

“Don’t eat too much, or you won’t have room for the main meal again.” Mu Chen came over and said to the person who kept sending hawthorn fruit into her mouth, speaking in a gentle voice.

Strangely enough, while hawthorn is supposed to stimulate appetite, it doesn’t work that way for Quan Shanshan; too many snacks, and she quickly feels full come mealtime.

Especially lately, this had become particularly noticeable.

“Got it, got it.” Quan Shanshan, munching on hawthorn, responded vaguely.

They hadn’t been sitting long when someone else returned.

Jian Tianlin, with Maomao in tow, entered the study room, and upon seeing the full house, joked, “Looks like there’s a feast tonight with everyone so gathered.”

The smile on Madam Quan’s face grew even deeper upon seeing the two of them join.

“Shanshan, what are you eating?” Maomao asked.

“Hawthorn fruit, they’re really tasty. Do you want to try one?” Shanshan picked up a hawthorn fruit and handed it to her. The little red fruit, coated in a thin layer of sugary syrup, looked incredibly appetizing.

Maomao reached out to take it and popped it into her mouth. The moment she bit down, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a glimmer of moisture appeared within.

Wow, it’s so sour.

“What’s wrong?” Jian Tianlin asked, confused by the look of her scrunched up face.

Xi An’an smiled knowingly to the side; she could empathize with what Maomao felt at that moment.

“Sour,” Maomao mumbled indistinctly.

“It’s not sour at all, right, An’an?” Shanshan said, sending another hawthorn into her mouth.

“Shanshan, you really don’t find it sour?” Madam Quan had experienced a lot and had started to pick up on something. This time, the hawthorn she purchased was even more sour than usual, and even with the sugar coating, it couldn’t mask the persistent sourness.

From the moment she started till now, Shanshan hadn’t stopped munching, ignoring all the other snacks and focusing solely on eating this plate of sour hawthorn.

Her behavior did seem somewhat suggestive…

“Not at all,” Shanshan replied cheerfully. “It’s delicious.”

Mu Chen grabbed her hand and pulled a tissue to wipe her fingertips. “Even if it’s tasty, you can’t eat too much. No more for you now.”

“Just one more, just one,” Shanshan protested, her appetite not yet sated, as she tugged at Mu Chen’s sleeve, shaking it. “I promise I won’t cheat.”

Gazing into her innocent eyes, Mu Chen almost relented. Remembering she had a toothache just a few days ago, he firmly shook his head, “No, eat more tomorrow.”

A hint of disappointment flickered in Quan Shanshan’s delicate eyes as she leaned into Mu Chen’s embrace, coquettishly saying, “I’m craving it, I just want to eat.”

Mu Chen wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling and whispered into her ear, “Craving, eh? How about you kiss me instead?”

She had never heard of kissing as a remedy for cravings.

He must take her for a naive three-year-old, so easily fooled.

Quan Shanshan glared at him, huffed lightly, and then turned her head away from him.

Weng Ya, being a doctor, spotted the telltale signs immediately. Seeing Madam Quan’s bemused expression, her suspicions grew stronger, “Shanshan, you’re not pregnant, are you?”

“Pregnant with what?” Shanshan’s doleful eyes kept straying to the hawthorn on the table as she replied nonchalantly.

“Obviously, with a baby,” Madam Quan continued the conversation.

“A baby? No, not at all,” Shanshan said absent-mindedly, then realizing what Madam Quan meant, she responded with a mix of laughter and frustration, “Great-grandma, Mu Chen and I haven’t been married long, how could there be a baby so soon?”

“Shanshan, you’ve been eating a lot of hawthorn,” An’an said, having heard that some pregnant women have a strong craving for sour food.

“I’ve always liked sour things,” Shanshan remarked.

No one noticed the moment when Weng Ya spoke, Mu Chen’s gaze sharpened slightly. Could it be… from that vacation to M Country last time?

Just that once, could it actually have happened?

“Come, Shanshan, let me take your pulse,” Weng Ya suggested. Rather than guessing, it was better to check right away.