Chapter 1 Good Posture

"Honey, stick your butt out higher! And sexier!"

"Right, keep that pose!"

"Don't move, hubby is coming in!"

Chu Mo rubbed his palms together, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

In the cozy room, Ling Yajing was swinging her sexy, smooth legs, lying on the bed sending emails on her computer.

Startled by this slightly sinister voice, she instantly recoiled, her arms wrapping around her chest as she scooted back half a step, her face a blush of shocked modesty as she exclaimed, "You... what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? Of course, we're going to make a baby! Honey, we're already married, and as young people of the 21st century, if we don't hurry up and make a baby, we'll be left behind the times!"

Chu Mo's eyes narrowed, a bad-boy smirk on his face as he began to unbuckle his belt, saying, "Come on, baby, let's go wild tonight."

"Ah, you hooligan, get away, get away..."

"Honey, why are you shouting so loudly? Although I am your official husband, how can you call out so soul-stirringly, but I like it. Hehe, the louder you shout, the more excited your hubby gets."

The screaming woman, named Ling Yajing, held the title of the first business goddess in Qingyang City. Not only was she the beloved daughter of Ling Longtian, the city's most famous entrepreneur, but she was also the head of the billion-asset Jiang Sheng Group, the object of countless men's day and night fantasies.

Ling Yajing got married? When this news spreads, who knows how many men will be heartbroken and cry.

At merely 21 years old, Ling Yajing had a stunning figure, a slim waist just enough to be grasped, combined with her peerless beauty, defined eyebrows and bright teeth, delicate features, skin like snow, pure as if sculpted, simply perfect to the extreme.

Under Chu Mo's fiery gaze, Ling Yajing's face turned red, and she pouted angrily, "Stay away..."

"Honey, why are you so excited? I'm not a big bad wolf that eats people, so why refuse me?" Chu Mo rolled his eyes, speechless.

"You... anyway, you can't touch me." Ling Yajing bit her lip, her stance resolute against surrender.

"Honey, you're wrong about that. We're married, after all, it's perfectly normal for us to have children, isn't it?"

Ling Yajing gnashed her teeth, "Go out... anyway, it's just not possible right now!"

"Not possible now? So that means it's only possible later? But I want to 'bam bam bam' with my wife right now, and who asked you to dress so sexy..."

Chu Mo rubbed his hands together, with a devilish grin surveying Ling Yajing, her fair and flushed legs coupled with the prideful peaks underneath her nightgown were simply mesmerizing.

It's one thing for a person to be so beautiful, but why does she have to be so sexy, wuu wuu wuu... Isn't this killing me?

"What are you staring at me for..."

Under Chu Mo's starving gaze, Ling Yajing was infuriated, quickly grabbing the quilt to cover up the captivating view, lest the beast in front of her couldn't resist and pounced like a hungry wolf.

"Honey, you're really too beautiful." Chu Mo swallowed, his eyes nearly intoxicated.

"Don't move!"

Suddenly, Chu Mo stared at her and shouted.

"You... what are you going to do?" Ling Yajing's eyes panicked, watching Chu Mo draw closer every step, her heart leaping to her throat, her hands clutching the quilt tightly, round eyes ready to fight at any moment.

Chu Mo's body came closer, the distance between them vanishing in an instant, Ling Yajing's face now almost within reach as Chu Mo couldn't resist surveying her again.

Her slender waist, along with her graceful figure, the thin and sexy nightgown traced a devilish S-curve on her body.

Awoo... Honey, you're too much for me, simply to die for.

"Ah... you pervert, I'm going to fight you!" Ling Yajing, teased by Chu Mo's gaze, suddenly screamed, her smooth and fair legs lifted, and kicked directly towards Chu Mo's abdomen.

"Honey, no... I... I just wanted to tell you, there's a cockroach behind you!" Chu Mo cried out in pain, barely getting a word in before Ling Yajing's unexpected kick landed on his belly.

Ouch...

A pitiful wail echoed through the room as Chu Mo yelped and his head lolled; with a thump, he fell to the ground.

The next second, Chu Mo lay still on the floor, motionless like a corpse.

In a brief moment of shock, Ling Yajing looked at Chu Mo lying on the ground in astonishment, jumped down from the bed, and shook his arm, "Hey, you filthy lecher, you... how are you?"

After shaking for a long time with no response from Chu Mo, Ling Yajing's eyes widened; surely she hadn't kicked him to death?

Ling Yajing quickly felt for his breath with her hand.

No breath!

Ling Yajing was startled, and quickly felt Chu Mo's pulse.

Still nothing! No heartbeat, no pulse, no breath.

"I... I've killed someone!"

Even the always calm as water Ling Yajing was hugely startled this time, standing dumbfounded on the spot.

Oh Lord, she really hadn't thought about killing someone, she just acted instinctively in self-defense, and at this moment, Ling Yajing regretted it to death.

Moreover, Chu Mo didn't intend to assault her just now, he only wanted to help her catch a cockroach.

But, with her exceptional intelligence, Ling Yajing suddenly thought of something, a spark of inspiration, "Right! A person in brief shock can be revived with artificial respiration!"

Thinking of this, Ling Yajing quickly reached out and pressed a few times on Chu Mo's chest.

Then, she took a deep breath, opened her luscious little mouth, and kissed Chu Mo's mouth.

Pop...

Her luscious little lips had just touched Chu Mo's when, lo and behold, the guy in front of her actually opened his eyes, sneakily watching her with a smile, savoring the moment, licking his tongue, and said, "Wife, your lips are really sweet!"

Instantly, Ling Yajing realized, "You... you rogue, you tricked me?"

Her heart was filled with hatred. That was her first kiss, and it was taken by this rogue. Ling Yajing felt like banging her head against the wall.

Seized by anger, Ling Yajing lifted her jade foot and kicked at Chu Mo with murderous intent.

"Give me back my first kiss!" The thought of her first kiss being stolen by Chu Mo made Ling Yajing's eyes blaze, her chest heaving with fury, wishing she could kick him to death.

Her kick was both swift and fierce, clearly intent on not stopping until Chu Mo was dead.

She kicked out, but Chu Mo easily caught it, dodging slightly, and swiftly clamped her fair and smooth legs between his.

If Chu Mo hadn't moved quickly enough, he might have very well become the last eunuch in China.

Men shouldn't be hit; they should confront issues head-on, a trace of masculine pride in Chu Mo's heart was instantly aroused, "Hey, wife, aren't you too harsh on your husband? Looks like I need to properly teach you a lesson today!"

"You... you dare!" With her legs clamped, Ling Yajing couldn't move at all, her pretty eyes almost shooting out fire, "Big pervert, let me go! Otherwise, I won't let this go!"

Ling Yajing's legs were already slippery, and her struggling only made Chu Mo more itchy.

Wuuu... my wife, this is too tempting.

"What... what are you going to do?" Ling Yajing glared at Chu Mo in anger.

Chu Mo sized up her ample chest, then his eyes drifted to the clad buttocks barely concealed by her nightgown, chuckled, and said: "What do you think? Husband needs to teach you a good lesson today, make you obedient!"

Slap slap slap...

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange noise echoed in the room.

Ling Yajing's eyes widened, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her apricot eyes filled with grievance as she clenched her teeth, not wanting to make a sound.

But the pain and embarrassment from that place made her crumble completely, her pink fists pounding on Chu Mo's chest, teary-eyed shimmering with tears, "You are such a big villain, always bullying me... wuwuwu..."

"You're crying?"

That cold and proud female CEO who was adored by thousands and stood high above others was now in tears, sobbing so heartbreakingly, Chu Mo immediately felt a pang of tenderness, ignoring Ling Yajing's wild punches, and pulled her into his arms, comforting her, "Sorry... wife, it was my fault."

"You are nothing but a rogue, a beast, a bastard..." Ling Yajing cried on Chu Mo's chest, her face full of complaints.

"I'm going to call my dad, I'm going to divorce you, you scoundrel." After crying for a while, Ling Yajing clenched her lips, her sharp little canine teeth seemingly threatening.

Chu Mo was unfazed, making a guiding gesture, "Please do as you wish, my dear wife."

"Scoundrel." Cursing in a huff, Ling Yajing picked up the phone and immediately dialed her father Ling Tianlai's number.

"Dad, I…" As soon as the call connected, Ling Yajing was about to vent her dissatisfaction when, unexpectedly, she was reprimanded from the other end, "Hello, Yajing, did you upset Chu Mo?"

"You're an adult, how can you be so willful, so unreasonable. Remember, being able to marry Chu Mo is the fortune you've cultivated over eight lifetimes!"

"If Chu Mo wants 'that', even ten times a night, you must satisfy him!"

"Moreover, Chu Mo is one in a million. Not to mention your stunning beauty, even the world's number one leg model or the UK's pure princess would cry and beg to marry Chu Mo! To be Chu Mo's wife, you should count your lucky stars."

"Alright, it's getting late, I'm going to bed, you two should go to sleep early as well."

Pffft! Hearing the phone hang up, Ling Yajing felt like she was going to explode. Was that really her biological father?

Oh God, what's wrong with this world? What's so special about this man that makes her own father admire and respect him so much! He even insists on marrying his stunning daughter off to Chu Mo with no shame.

Chu Mo smirked as if he had expected this outcome, "So, wife, are you still considering divorce?"

"Scoundrel, I don't want to talk to you... move aside, I'm going to take a bath! Get out!" Ling Yajing pushed Chu Mo away, her mouth twitching, grabbed a towel, and walked towards the bathroom.

Splish splash... Before long, a seductive sound of water came from the bathroom.

Through a crack in the misted glass in the bathroom, wisps of steam escaped, fueling boundless imagination.

Wuuu... my wife is taking a bath, should I sneak a peek?