After being reborn, I'm no longer going to play the role of a spoiled rich kid.

Chapter 140 The Crucial Time to Appease My Wife

"Let me see." As Meng Weiyuan said this, he had already walked up to You Sijia and reached out his hand to her.

Why would You Sijia give her phone to Meng Weiyuan? She pouted, her face full of resistance, "No way! It's my phone, I get to decide what to do with it!"

"You took photos of me without my consent, and you think you can justify your actions?"

Yuska: "I did not take any photos without permission."

“Oh, so you’re filming with nothing to lose,” Meng Weiyuan said.

Yustia: "..."

Damn it, what's wrong with this man? He's completely shutting down what she's trying to say!

Seeing that You Sijia refused to cooperate, Meng Weiyuan simply bent down to take the phone from You Sijia's hand.

Yu Sijia thought Meng Weiyuan really wanted to snatch her phone, so she quickly rolled to the other side, holding onto the phone tightly.

Her action effectively freed up the side of the bed closest to Meng Weiyuan.

Meng Weiyuan took the opportunity to get onto the bed, placing his hand directly on You Sijia's wrist where she was holding her phone. He knelt on the bed, enveloping You Sijia from behind, almost pulling her into his arms.

His hot breath sprayed onto Yustia's neck.

While You Sijia was "protecting" her phone with her life, Meng Weiyuan lowered his head and bit You Sijia's nape.

It's like a lone wolf on the grassland finally catching its prey.

The advantage of a bathrobe is that it only has a belt around the waist, and if someone pulls it, the view inside can be completely exposed.

Meng Weiyuan's target was never You Sijia's phone. Of course, he couldn't stand others taking pictures of him, but his wife was no stranger. He wished that You Sijia's phone was full of his photos.

When Yusjia felt a strong arm around her waist, she realized that she had probably been tricked by Meng Weiyuan again.

"Meng Weiyuan!" You Sijia called the man by his full name, clearly annoyed.

But at this moment, Meng Weiyuan had already pulled open her bathrobe and grasped her vitals, so much so that Yu Sijia's angry shout sounded like she was being coquettish.

"Yes, I'm here." Meng Weiyuan answered his wife beneath him while igniting a fire within Yusjia.

Yuska's attempts to speak were reduced to broken, incoherent moans. She bit down hard on Meng Weiyuan's shoulder, her words trembling, "You...you said it yourself, tonight...I only...only took you in tonight..."

Meng Weiyuan: "Mm."

"That……"

Before Yousijia could finish speaking, Meng Weiyuan interrupted her, "But wasn't it you who took the initiative just now?"

Yustia: "???"

"You're using the flash to get my attention," Meng Weiyuan whispered as he felt the person beneath him gradually soften, as if melting into a pool of water.

Yuska: "!!!"

This person is obviously talking nonsense!
But now, when she opens her mouth, all that's left is a fragmented, suggestive tone; she can't utter a single complete sentence.

Meng Weiyuan had been celibate for half a month, and now that he finally had a chance to get close to his wife, he might be willing to consider it even if it meant becoming Yu Sijia's lapdog.

Earlier in the car, he had already sensed that Yustia was not so resistant to him.

They are nominally taking him in, but they are legally married. Meng Weiyuan is sleeping with his wife and being kicked to the sofa by her. If this gets out, where will Meng Weiyuan's face be?
Yustya was now on the verge of tears.

Don't underestimate a man who hasn't handed over his grain reserves for half a month.

That night, Yusjia didn't feel the Nordic cold. The room was so warm that when Meng Weiyuan pulled her out of bed, she was flushed all over.

She complained of being hot, so Meng Weiyuan carried her to the French windows.

Outside, snow was falling heavily and the temperature was tens of degrees below zero, but in front of her was a burning hot chest.

Yuska doesn't remember the final cleaning process very clearly.

The bathroom light was too bright. In Yusjia's mind, the bathroom light that night felt like a scene from a movie she had seen before.

Before the morning star had even set, a lone fishing boat drifted on the sea.

An outdoor lamp hangs at the bow of the fishing boat.

As the waves crashed against the shore, the light hanging at the bow of the ship swayed and rocked, making it dizzying to watch.

Even in her dreams, Yustya felt as if she were lying on the sea.

When Yustia woke up, her mind was still a little foggy, but she had already subconsciously moved a little closer to the warmer spot on the bed.

But a second later, she suddenly realized what was happening.

The source of warmth was not somewhere else, but Meng Weiyuan's embrace.

When Yusya opened her eyes, what she saw was a perfectly neat eight-pack of abs, like a chocolate bar, right in front of her.

She looked up and found that Meng Weiyuan had woken up at some point. He was now sitting on the bed, with one arm around her and the other on the keyboard of his laptop on his lap.

When Yusjia approached him, Meng Weiyuan subconsciously reached out and put his arm around her shoulder. It wasn't until Yusjia tried to back away that his attention shifted from the computer screen to the face of the person in his arms.

"Awake? What would you like to eat?" Meng Weiyuan asked.

Yusjia initially wanted to put up a fight, but she had to admit that Meng Weiyuan was incredibly warm, and...

Thinking back to last night, although Yuska was getting a little drowsy towards the end, her overall experience was quite good.

If she has a good experience in this situation, she might be able to temporarily forgive Meng Weiyuan's recklessness and "disobedience".

So, Yusijia shrank back into Meng Weiyuan's arms.

"Hmm, I'm hungry. I want to eat xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), soy milk, and fried dough sticks," Yusijia said.

Meng Weiyuan: "..."

He was still a little unsure whether Yuska genuinely wanted to eat these things, or whether she was still angry with him and was trying to make things difficult for him.

Breakfast snacks that are readily available in the country are probably not available here.

"Okay," Meng Weiyuan said, closing the laptop on his lap.

Yuska was just saying it casually; she had simply been eating foreign food for the past few days and was really tired of it.

She wasn't in the mood to buy the ingredients and cook for herself.

But Meng Weiyuan's words made her look up involuntarily, "Ah? You're going to buy it?"

“I’ll do it,” Meng Weiyuan said, standing up, picking up his phone, and making a call.

There's no ready-made breakfast available, but there are supermarkets in town. Although the ingredients might not be all there, making something like steamed buns or fried dough sticks shouldn't be a problem.

Now is the crucial time to appease his wife, and Meng Weiyuan cannot allow himself to falter at this final test.

(End of this chapter)