The Beautiful Wife I Picked Up Is A Little Mute - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: So Hard

Xie Mo stood as still as a statue, his fingers digging into the bedsheets. He didn’t make a sound, pretending he hadn’t entered the room yet.

He remained that way until Ji Hanyue’s voice repeated the command, cutting through the rising steam to reach his ears.

“Xie Mo, you tripped on the rug when you walked in. Do you really think I didn’t hear that?”

“Don’t make me say it a third time.”

The weight of the authoritative command made the Omega’s fragile heart tremble violently. Xie Mo took a deep breath. Nothing good ever happened when he entered that bathroom. Reluctantly, he shuffled to the door, his hand curling into a loose fist, lacking the courage to press down on the handle.

The “lock-picking master” suddenly didn’t want to open this door at all.

Behind the frosted glass, the Omega’s blurred silhouette swayed slightly against the swirling mist. Ji Hanyue’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his breathing grew heavy as he uncontrollably reminisced about the sensations from before.

“I told you to come in.”

After several rounds of mental preparation, Xie Mo closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and pushed the door open.

Inside, the steam was so thick it blurred his vision. The entire bathroom was a white void, with damp heat seeping from every crevice between the tiles.

“Taking a bath without taking off your clothes?”

Xie Mo looked up to find Ji Hanyue standing before him, loosely wrapped in a towel. The Alpha’s downward gaze seemed to pierce right through him. Xie Mo first shook his head, then, worried about being misunderstood, let his fingertips hover in the air for a moment of hesitation.

Finally, he made up his mind. He looked up and wrote on Ji Hanyue’s well-defined chest: “I already washed. I don’t need to.”

Every stroke of his cool fingertips felt like throwing kindling onto a wildfire. His slender wrist was suddenly gripped firmly, and warm droplets of water slid down the Alpha’s sharp jawline, landing with a splat on Xie Mo’s forearm.

Then, he heard Ji Hanyue’s husky murmur: “Xie Mo, you really know how to seduce someone.”

The heating was on in the villa, so Xie Mo had taken off his coat and sweater upon entering, leaving only a thin undershirt. Before the Omega could grasp the meaning of those words, his clothes were pulled down and hit the floor.

Large, broad palms measured the Omega’s waist. Before he could struggle, an aggressive kiss descended. Forehead, eyes, tip of the nose—kisses fell one by one until the Alpha finally captured his moist lips. Their tongues tangled together, and the rising temperature in the bathroom made Xie Mo feel like he was suffocating.

Try as he might, he couldn’t push the man away.

The moment he realized what Ji Hanyue wanted to do, Xie Mo burst into tears, sobbing even harder than before. It wasn’t even the Alpha’s rut period these few days—why did he still have so much energy?

Tears mingled with their heavy breathing and slipped into the corners of his mouth. Ji Hanyue tasted the saltiness and was forced to let go.

“What are you crying for again?”

The Omega was small to begin with; when he cried, he looked as if he were being severely mistreated. Xie Mo’s vision was foggy, and his hands were in front of him, but he didn’t have his phone. He could only write where writing was possible.

Ji Hanyue suppressed his mounting frustration, feeling the faint, itchy sensation on his skin.

“No more, it hurts,” Xie Mo wrote, his whole body trembling with fear.

The Alpha remained silent for a long time. As the steam in the bathroom gradually dissipated, Ji Hanyue thought of a compromise. He leaned in and whispered something into Xie Mo’s ear. The Omega instantly froze, a mix of disbelief and indignant shame crossing his face.

…

Ji Hanyue confiscated his nylon bag and strictly warned him to stop thinking about leaving every day. Xie Mo’s hope of planning for the future was dashed. Fortunately, Ji Hanyue didn’t restrict his freedom, and he was occasionally allowed out for walks to get some fresh air.

Perhaps noticing that Xie Mo was bored, the butler brought a stack of books to the table one day, happily announcing that the Young Master had bought them for him. Xie Mo looked closer; the massive pile covered every textbook and exercise book from all six years of middle and high school. The butler then pulled a bulging pencil case filled with pens from his pocket like a magic trick and handed it to Xie Mo.

When Ji Hanyue returned that evening, he found Xie Mo kneeling on the soft wool rug, elbows propped on the coffee table. His head was lowered so far it was almost buried in an open exercise book, his pen scrawling busily across scratch paper.

Ji Hanyue walked over and glanced at the paper, noticing the marks of repeated erasing and crossing out. Xie Mo was staring at a math problem with a conflicted expression—it was a ninth-grade level question. It had been too long since he had touched a book; even if he had been a good student once, he had forgotten most of it.

Seeing Ji Hanyue, Xie Mo looked as if he had found a lifeline. He pressed his fingers against Ji Hanyue’s hand, interlacing them, and gave a gentle shake.

Ji Hanyue found this very pleasing. He coughed and feigned a look of disdain. “You can’t even do something this simple?” With that, he sat down and began to explain the problem with great gravity.

For several days, Xie Mo stayed indoors, burying his head in problem-solving within the villa. Whenever he hit a snag, he would look to Ji Hanyue with wide, piteous eyes—eyes that now held a few sparks of admiration.

A few weeks later, Xie Mo followed the same routine, looking troubled by a specific problem. As soon as Ji Hanyue walked in, Xie Mo greeted him with the exercise book. Ji Hanyue prepared to give his usual “scolding” before explaining, but when he looked down, the page looked like it was written in a foreign language.

He couldn’t even understand the question.

Xie Mo wrote on the scratch paper: “This one is so hard. I forgot the formula.”

Ji Hanyue’s expression became unnatural. He forced himself to speak: “Did you grab the wrong book?”

Xie Mo shook his head and wrote: “The butler gave me new competition problems.” He even added a specific note: “They’re for high schoolers.”

Every silent word implied that there was no way a student at A University like Ji Hanyue wouldn’t know the answer. Ji Hanyue did not want to admit that most of the credit for his admission to A University belonged to his father.