MWMM Chapter 87: All the Property Is Yours, and So Am I

After his wife took the spare key and left him alone, Shen Ci spent a solitary night in their empty room. The next morning, he sat calmly at the dining table, looking perfectly at ease as he waited for his delicate little wife to come out and have breakfast.

Before the wife appeared, Su Xintang came cheerfully out of the guest room. Upon seeing Shen Ci already seated at the table, she strolled over with a grin, glanced around, and asked in confusion, “Eh? Where’s sister-in-law?”

Shen Ci glanced at her, paused for a moment, then casually replied, “Still asleep in the room.”

Su Xintang nodded and asked half-understandingly, “Is he not feeling well? Why is he still in bed?”

Shen Ci raised an eyebrow but didn’t deny it. Instead, he let out a meaningful “Mm” and added, “I made him sore last night.”

Su Xintang (face turning red): …Why does it feel like Brother Shen is either deliberately or unintentionally showing off again… Maybe I really should move out sooner rather than later, or one day I’ll be stuffed to death by all this PDA.

As she thought that, her gaze drifted toward the doorway, where she suddenly noticed Yan Yuzhou standing there awkwardly, his face shifting between red and pale. Clearly, he had just overheard Shen Ci’s “made him sore last night” comment.

“Sister-in-law?” Su Xintang called out cheerfully, waving him over.

Yan Yuzhou let out a soft “Mm,” then slowly walked over and sat down near Su Xintang. Looking at the breakfast Sister Song had already prepared for him, he picked up his utensils and, before digging in, shot Shen Ci a fierce glare.

What did he mean by “made him sore last night”?! Why say something so misleading in front of others?! It was obviously just because Shen Ci had smacked his butt and left it sore…

Thinking about it only made Yan Yuzhou even more frustrated. He moodily spooned porridge into his mouth while chatting and laughing with Su Xintang, throwing frequent side-eyes at Shen Ci.

Shen Ci was secretly amused by those fierce little glances. Every time Yan Yuzhou glared at him, he responded with a warm, affectionate look—and every time, it earned him an even more annoyed eye-roll in return.

Eating breakfast as if nothing had happened, Shen Ci’s lips curved in a faint smile. Inside, his heart was already melted into a puddle. His wife getting all pouty and tsundere when angry—absolutely adorable.

After breakfast, Shen Ci headed to the company as usual. Just before leaving, he noticed his delicate little wife still acting all aloof and indifferent, which gave him a ticklish itch in his heart, like a feather brushing gently across—making him want to tease.

Grabbing the little thing who was rolling his eyes at him by the collar, Shen Ci clicked the door lock shut and coaxed and half-forced him back onto the bed. “Still mad after a whole night?”

The little thing gave a soft “hmph,” turning his head away. “Who told you to hit my butt? You shameless domestic abuser.”

Branded a “domestic abuser,” Shen Ci felt utterly helpless, unable to explain himself, so he could only give a wry smile. “Then tell me—who was it yesterday that refused to behave and even told me to go find someone else, huh?”

Yan Yuzhou rolled his eyes and flatly denied it. “I did not. You definitely misheard.”

Looking at his little wife’s smug face—practically saying “you have no proof, what can you do about it?”—Shen Ci was speechless. Alright then, this little guy was getting bolder and bolder. He leaned in closer. “So you just left me to sleep alone all night?”

Yan Yuzhou rolled his eyes again, puffing up with indignation. “If you don’t want to sleep alone, that’s fine—but—”

Shen Ci raised an eyebrow. “But what?”

Yan Yuzhou mumbled sneakily, “No more spanking my butt. And also, for those hits you gave me last night, you need to compensate me for emotional distress.”

A flicker of amusement danced across Shen Ci’s face. The corners of his lips lifted in a teasing smile, and his tone turned light and curious. “Oh? And how exactly should I compensate you?”

The little money-grubber Yan Yuzhou’s eyes lit up. Trying hard to contain the thrill of imagining cash falling into his hands, he started counting on his fingers, answering with full seriousness, “One million per hit.”

Oh ho, this little thing sure dared to name his price. Well then—

Shen Ci, holding back his laughter, leaned close to Yan Yuzhou’s ear, his voice full of coaxing, while his hand slowly slipped downward. “Baby, how about this? I’ll give you a hundred million, and you let me… go all in at once.”

Yan Yuzhou, now pinned firmly by Shen Ci: …Ahhh! So what if you’ve got money! My poor butt!

In the end, Shen Ci didn’t spank him again. But he did pin him down on the bed and kissed him thoroughly for quite a while—only letting go once Yan Yuzhou’s face was completely flushed. Then, satisfied, Shen Ci straightened his suit like the perfectly dressed beast he was, and went off to work.

Later, Su Xintang tiptoed into the room with a conspiratorial air, only to find Yan Yuzhou still pink-faced. With a teasing expression, she quipped, “Sister-in-law, you and Brother Shen sure are something else! I mean, it’s one thing to go wild at night, but even in the morning? He even locked the door for just a few minutes together!”

Hearing that, Yan Yuzhou’s temper flared even more. He’d bargained with Shen Ci for so long and didn’t get a single cent, only to end up getting pinned and kissed senseless for ten whole minutes. What’s worse—he actually caved! The longer it went on, the more pliant he became.

Aaaaaghhh, how shameful!

This couldn’t go on. He, Yan Yuzhou—(correction: a dignified man)—a modern, independent, and financially successful omega (check)—had to take a stand. He would rise up and fight back against this outrageous oppression, to the bitter end!

And so, that evening, when Shen Ci returned home, what he saw was an omega bundled up tightly, both hands protectively covering his rear, motioning toward the coffee table in the middle of the bedroom with his chin.

Shen Ci unbuttoned his collar as he walked over. On the table lay a sheet of paper. Calmly, he picked it up and took a look. When he saw the bold title—Prenuptial Agreement—his eyebrows arched, a flicker of intrigue sparking in his eyes.

Wasn’t this the same agreement they’d signed on the day they registered their marriage? His copy had been tossed who-knows-where ages ago. So what was this little guy trying to pull now?

“What’s this supposed to mean?” Shen Ci asked.

Yan Yuzhou raised an eyebrow, still shielding his rear, face full of smug pride. “Take a look at the three terms in the agreement: separate rooms, no marking, and divorce as soon as the time’s up. Hmph, read it properly—haven’t you broken every single one?”

Shen Ci shrugged and set the paper down. “So?”

Yan Yuzhou followed his lead with mock magnanimity. “As for your breach of contract, I’m going to be the bigger person and not demand compensation.” He even waved his hand generously, then went on with righteous conviction, “But from now on, we’re going to stick to the agreement. No interfering with each other. So tonight—I’m moving back to my room.”

As he finished speaking, Yan Yuzhou continued to clutch his backside and tried to slip past Shen Ci toward the door.

But Shen Ci stretched out his long arm and effortlessly blocked the smaller figure, trapping him in place. Leaning down, he whispered teasingly into Yan Yuzhou’s ear from above.

“Baby, this morning you were yelling about emotional damage compensation, and now tonight you’re just giving up on breach-of-contract penalties?”

“That one billion we talked about—are you really just going to say no and walk away?”

“Tsk. Your husband had even prepared a notarized statement for the transfer. Ten billion in assets, all ready to hand over to you.”

Right then, Shen Ci could clearly see the shift in expression on the little one in his arms—the obvious waver, the glittering gleam of a money-grubber lighting up his eyes.

Chuckling softly, Shen Ci leaned in even closer, his voice full of coaxing warmth.

“Be good. All the property is yours. And I’m yours too.”