Pretty Wife Insists I Live Off Her - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: End of the Main Story.

After the proposal, both their hearts grew surprisingly calm, no longer filled with anxiety or uncertainty. Everything felt perfectly natural and logical.

Neither Yue Lei nor Mo Yingxue mentioned when they would get married, because in their hearts, they were already married—they had tied the knot in the previous life.

They had both chosen selective amnesia, forgetting the fact that they had once divorced.

Since realizing that Mo Yingxue had transmigrated earlier and, leveraging her knowledge of the future, had already earned enough money for them to live a comfortable life without working, Yue Lei felt a bit like coasting.

Fortunately, before this discovery, she had already set her life goal: to film short dramas and become a director. So, her days continued as planned from the last semester—mixing with the students and diligently studying her craft.

For Mo Yingxue, learning to paint came naturally; she completed all her assignments effortlessly. This led to Yue Lei being extremely busy while Mo Yingxue was always idle.

One day, while stroking the smooth fur of Rain the cat, Mo Yingxue looked up at Yue Lei, who was checking her camera equipment: “Wife, spend dinner with me today. We haven’t spent time together in a while.”

Yue Lei looked troubled. The Zhang Zhenni Urban Legend series had unexpectedly gone viral.

Thanks to Yingzi’s extensive promotion and the initial public interest in short dramas, she quickly attracted a large number of fans. Yue Lei had to upload a new video every week, without fail. Today was Thursday; if she didn’t film some material soon, the coming days would be even more hectic.

“Can’t you?” Mo Yingxue gazed at Yue Lei with her dark, alluring eyes, her voice soft and pleading, like a spoiled child. Yue Lei hadn’t spent much time with her recently, so her wife’s small trick was immediately effective.

She put the equipment away, typing on her phone: “I’ll spend time with you, I’ll spend time with you. Spending time with my wife is the most important thing. I’ll tell the team to come get the props from Wang Ma later. Today, we’ll film the ‘Zhang Zhenni is Away Special Episode.'”

Mo Yingxue was amused and laughed heartily: “Haha, I didn’t expect you could do that.”

Yue Lei felt a sense of triumph: “Yes, even though it’s the Zhang Zhenni Urban Legend, we’ve introduced many other popular characters in the videos, like the noble, aloof Vampire Lawyer, the intimidating Werewolf Girl, and the succubus who craves food but can’t tempt anyone. They’re all quite popular. We held a long meeting to set this theme so they could be the main characters later. I didn’t expect to use it so soon.”

Mo Yingxue blinked at her: “Does this mean you’ll be able to spend more time with me in the future?”

Yue Lei hummed: “Of course. Once the Vampire Urban Legend starts airing, my show will switch to updating every two weeks, and once the other two shows start, it will drop to a monthly update frequency.”

She patted the cat’s rear and let it go. Mo Yingxue walked over and took Yue Lei’s hand.

Yue Lei felt her continually scratching her palm and grew slightly nervous, unsure what she meant. However, Mo Yingxue only held her hand for a moment before letting go. She looked down and spoke after a long pause: “Yue Lei, can you not be so busy?”

“I’m not that busy. Look, I come home to sleep every day,” Yue Lei pulled her wife into her embrace, not understanding why she said that.

“No,” Mo Yingxue bit her lower lip, and when she looked up, her eyes held a hint of loss and loneliness: “I mean in the last life. We didn’t really have any arguments then, but you were always busy and always away from home. I would feel scared.”

Seeing her like this, Yue Lei’s heart also twisted.

She stammered: “I… I thought you didn’t like me then, and you didn’t like me being at home… So sometimes, even if it wasn’t particularly urgent, I would actively go out to do things, so I could give you back your space at home…”

“No, that’s not it,” Mo Yingxue leaned on her shoulder, feeling sad but unable to vent.

The Yue Lei in this life was emotionally connected to her; they could do everything together. She wasn’t afraid to open up to Yue Lei about her emotional needs, saying whatever came to mind.

She was grieving for her past self. She was inherently a suspicious and paranoid person. Every time Yue Lei suddenly had to leave, she was reluctant, but for the sake of appearances, she couldn’t say anything, couldn’t stop her.

So, on countless nights after Yue Lei left, she would curl up alone in the cooling bed, silently crying. And then, when Yue Lei came back to sleep, she would check her phone over and over, looking for any abnormal spending or any shady contacts.

Her desire for control couldn’t be directly expressed, so even though she was Yue Lei’s legally married wife, in many moments, she lived like a stray cat peering at the happiness of others through a glass window.

Mo Yingxue remembered what she loved to look at most were the chat logs between Yue Lei and her best friend, Lin Zhixi. She loved reading how Yue Lei boasted to others about how beautiful her wife was, how good her paintings were, and how good she was to her.

Yue Lei was not someone who could hide her emotions. So, all the affected words they couldn’t say face-to-face, Mo Yingxue could find in the chat records.

Yue Lei thought and thought, still a bit confused about why her wife was crying. Finally, checking the calendar, she could only conclude that it might be Mo Yingxue’s ovulation period. Her wife had a physical need but was too shy to say it outright.

They hadn’t made an absurd “sex contract” in this life, so the frequency wasn’t guaranteed. It must be that I’ve been too busy recently and neglected this, leaving my wife pent up.

Thinking this, Yue Lei squeezed Mo Yingxue’s hand and then, with a serious expression, led her into the bedroom.

The moment they entered, she started unbuttoning, kissing Mo Yingxue wildly, and clumsily pinning her on the bed, leaving them both breathless. It wasn’t until Yue Lei’s hand moved to Mo Yingxue’s thigh that she realized what Yue Lei was trying to do.

Her mind buzzed. She remembered Wang Ma hadn’t left yet, and the commotion of them rushing upstairs was not small—Wang Ma must have heard them. She became even more shy, her cheeks turning bright red.

Pushing Yue Lei away, she bit her lip, complaining with a hint of grievance: “What are you doing, Yue Lei? I don’t like doing this in the daytime.”

Yue Lei didn’t believe her and continued to nuzzle her neck and shoulder, her eyes red from suppressed desire.

She gasped, finding Mo Yingxue incredibly cute. She couldn’t resist lightly biting her earlobe, her voice thick and sweet in her ear: “You clearly want it, why else would you act that way? Asking me not to leave, rubbing against me. You know I can’t resist temptation. Now I want it, Wife, give it to me.”

“Wait, wait!” Mo Yingxue couldn’t resist her, so she reluctantly started unbuttoning her own clothes.

She hugged Yue Lei’s head and said earnestly: “Before we do this, you have to apologize to me.”

Yue Lei looked up hazily: “Why?” Her reason for being angry was indeed nonsensical.

Mo Yingxue lightly huffed, looking away, her voice lacking conviction: “Because you were bad to me in the last life and made me suffer.”

At this moment, to be allowed to continue, Yue Lei could say anything.

She kissed Mo Yingxue, offering a whole basket of sweet words: “Wife, I’m sorry. Wife, please forgive me, okay? I won’t ever be like that again. I was an idiot in the last life. In this life, you pamper me, and I’ll be good.”

“Good.” Mo Yingxue kissed her and opened her arms to her.

Their shadows drew closer and closer, finally overlapping, inseparable once again.

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