Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The early morning was exceptionally quiet.

Morning light pierced through the window curtains, filling the entire bedroom with warmth and coziness.

Shen Mingchao slept until he naturally woke up.

I woke up to the light of day, and once my mind was completely clear, I stretched my limbs.

Despite being so busy for so long, she's still full of energy. It seems she really has a natural talent for this.

On the other hand, the man beside her presented a completely different picture.

He looked tired and pale, and was fast asleep, buried in the blankets, showing no signs of waking up.

She touched her nose guiltily.

Thinking back on what happened yesterday, Shen Mingchao felt helpless.

She advised against it.

More than once.

But this person was incredibly stubborn, saying that he was no less capable than the clan leader and that she shouldn't have any worries.

it's good now.

He followed in the footsteps of his clan leader.

He's clearly no better than Zhang Qilin, so I don't know why he's acting so tough.

Ugh--

Men's competitive spirit is a strange thing.

Shen Mingchao sighed softly.

It was still early, so she walked barefoot onto the plush carpet and slowly entered the bathroom to wash up.

Standing in front of the mirror, the person in the mirror had red marks scattered on their neck, shoulders, and collarbone, reflecting the madness of yesterday.

Shen Mingchao's cheeks flushed slightly again.

To avoid overthinking, quickly splash your face with warm water.

After she finished getting ready and came out of the bathroom, she saw that Zhang Haixia was still asleep, so she turned around, walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and took out a new nightgown.

Just as I raised my hand to change, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside without warning—

A loud "bang!" startled her.

Shen Mingchao suddenly looked towards the door.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the people at the door.

It's Wang Can.

His condition was visibly poor.

The man's chest heaved violently, and veins bulged on his forehead, as if he had suffered a tremendous blow and was on the verge of collapse.

Especially her eyes, which were frighteningly red, but not swollen, so they didn't look like she was crying.

The two remained silent.

A subtle awkwardness fermented and spread in the air.

Shen Mingchao could guess Wang Can's purpose in coming, but he didn't know what to say.

Explain?

Why explain?

They were acting openly and honestly; they weren't having an affair.

But being stared at so openly while dressed in such disheveled clothes made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.

She said calmly, "If you're not going to say anything, then go outside and wait for me..."

Then, after hearing only half of what Wang Can was saying, he interrupted incredulously, "You're kicking me out?!"

Shen Mingchao choked for a moment: "What I meant was that I need to change my clothes, you should close the door and leave!"

Wang Can, however, completely ignored what he was told. His already bloodshot eyes widened, and his tone suddenly rose.

"You're still trying to get rid of me!"

The pent-up emotions finally exploded. Instead of avoiding it, Wang Can went straight into the house, his eyes blazing with fury as he accused:

"A whole day and night!"

"Do you know how I survived this past day and night?!"

"I was outmatched by a single move; it's because I'm not as skilled as my opponent, and I accept the loss. But please don't punish me like this."

"Waking up halfway through the night to find yourself the third party eavesdropping—who wouldn't be devastated? Do you think I didn't want to avoid it? My body wouldn't obey me; what could I do?"

"I'm being driven crazy!"

What's even more frustrating is that he didn't dare to disturb them and could only wait outside, sulking to himself.

His stiff back suddenly bent.

Wang Can squatted down, his hands trembling as he picked up the opened, empty box, and gave a self-deprecating sneer.

"This is the second time I've done someone else's favor."

Overwhelmed with grievances, she could no longer hold back; bitterness and resentment exploded in her chest, and tears welled up instantly.

What a loser.

Why cry now when you didn't cry yesterday? Are you showing weakness and making yourself a laughingstock?

He was insanely scorning himself in his heart.

Wang Can raised her hand and fiercely wiped away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears came, one drop, two drops, until the dam burst open and she could no longer wipe them away.

Not wanting Shen Mingchao to see his embarrassed state, he suddenly turned around.

"Don't look at me, I'm ugly."

"Not ugly."

Upon hearing the familiar female voice, Wang Can stiffened.

"I told you, after all this time, you know my preferences. You're never ugly no matter how you cry."

"only……"

The unfinished words contained too much uncertainty.

Wang Can felt a pang of panic, afraid of hearing something unpleasant, and turned around to ask preemptively, "But what?!"

But then Shen Mingchao suddenly smiled.

"It's fine to cry just for fun, but if you're really sad and upset, then there's no such thing as beauty or ugliness."

"I'm not that heartless; I wouldn't build my happiness on the suffering of others."

Shen Mingchao looked at Wang Can in front of him. Wang Can had very dark circles under his eyes and looked listless. He had definitely not slept all night.

She handed her a pack of tissues and whispered comfortingly, "Wipe yourself off. Long nights are hard to endure, don't make yourself suffer. Don't listen outside next time."

The woman's voice beside him was incredibly gentle. Wang Can stood there, stunned, thinking he was dreaming, until the box slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, the sound startling him awake.

He slowly raised his eyes.

Hot tears streamed down her chin, but she didn't bother to wipe them away.

Through the hazy mist, he gradually made out the girl's bright appearance; her eyebrows curved and her smile was as beautiful as a flower, so radiant that he could not look away.

How should I describe it?

A few kind words, a smile.

Most of the grievances and bitterness in my heart dissipated just like that.

How pathetic....

He lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

Shen Mingchao:?

Why is this person both crying and laughing?

"Okay, okay, don't be sad." She shoved a tissue into Wang Can's hand and joked casually, "Otherwise, I'll call you a crybaby."

"Um."

Seeing Wang Can silently wipe his face with a tissue and nod slightly, Shen Mingchao breathed a sigh of relief, hands on his hips.

He grumbled inwardly.

A man who cries is handsome.

But it's really tiring to coax a man to tears.

How can this not be considered asking for trouble?

Afraid of triggering Wang Can's tears again, Shen Mingchao didn't ask her to leave. He took the new pajamas, turned around, and went into the bathroom. Strong people never complain about their environment. Can't she just avoid people?

But as soon as she finished changing and opened the door, Wang Can outside the door suddenly launched an attack.

He pulled her into his arms, and before she could react, his question was cut off.

Wang Can's kisses were fierce and urgent, raining down like a storm, leaving her only a little room to breathe.

With her abilities, pushing people away would be effortless.

She didn't do that.

Instead, she grabbed the man by the collar, pressed him against the wall, and kissed him passionately.

The occasional lack of air created a soft, mushy feeling.

Shen Mingchao's thoughts were somewhat scattered, but he instantly snapped back to reality when he touched the bulging blankets.

"Well……"

She wanted to say that this wasn't the right place; if Zhang Haixia woke up, it would be incredibly awkward. They should change rooms.

As if sensing her resistance, Wang Can stopped breathing, his eyes glistening with tears as he looked at her. His usual coldness had vanished, replaced by a soft, gentle voice, a hoarse, almost rascally pleading tone:

"I don't care..."

"You are my wife, and I have stayed up all night, so you have to make it up to me."