Chapter 16: Then I'll Take Good Care of It for You

He stared at her, "Finish first, then wash."

"I'm used to washing before doing it, we've been sitting on a plane all day," she said playfully, pouting, "If I don't wash, I won't do it with you, or would you rather I didn't cooperate? If I get angry, I might accidentally cut you off..."

Just hearing her say those words made Moh Shiche feel a wicked heat burning in his lower abdomen. His handsome face tense, he said hoarsely, "Go wash, you have ten minutes."

"Women take more than ten minutes to shower. Of course, I want to be clean when I sleep with President Moh."

Luo Qiangwei giggled and entered the bathroom, her fair, slender legs flashing before his eyes as she walked past, even throwing a coquettish glance back at him.

The very image of a... Fairy.

If Moh Shiche hadn't been a man accustomed to purity and abstinence, he definitely would not have been able to resist rushing over and stripping her bare—

So is it true that men are animals that think with their lower half, wanting even women they don't like?

Standing in front of the mirror, Luo Qiangwei laughed at herself, self-deprecatingly.

Although Moh Shiche was having a tough time waiting outside, his mood wasn't so bad anymore. Luo Qiangwei hadn't changed; she was still the woman who used to seduce him and tease him.

He had originally thought that after marriage, he would be forced to confront her fake pretenses and nasty temper, but surprisingly... it was kind of interesting.

And he actually wanted her. For twenty-four years, he had never felt any attraction or interest toward any woman.

The normally cold and abstinent President Moh began to look forward with subtle anticipation to his new bride emerging from the bathroom—For the first time in seventeen years, he felt expectation towards this woman.

However, life is always unpredictable.

After waiting for two hours, Luo Qiangwei still hadn't come out. Moh Shiche knocked on the locked door numerous times, only to be told each time that she wasn't finished yet.

Just as he was about to call the front desk for the key with a dark expression, the door finally opened—

Through the misty steam emerged Luo Qiangwei wearing a black silk bathrobe, with her half-dry hair cascading down her back. Moh Shiche sat on a black leather chair with a cold expression, "So you do know how to come out. I thought you were off cultivating inside and preparing to ascend to immortality?"

"Ahh, I just washed a bit too thoroughly, all for you," she replied.

Luo Qiangwei glanced at him with a smile and walked over to the liquor cabinet to fetch a bottle of whisky, pouring it leisurely into a glass.

Moh Shiche's gaze remained tightly fixed on her, as if trying to see what kind of game she was still playing.

But Luo Qiangwei was keeping track of time.

In her last life, around 11 PM that night, Luo Hongying knocked on the door, deliberately taunting and ridiculing her until she couldn't help but lose her temper, causing Moh Shiche to grow annoyed and leave. He didn't return all night from the bar.

Calculating the time, Luo Hongying should be about to arrive.

And sure enough, just as she finished pouring a glass, the doorbell rang, followed promptly by a soft woman's voice, "Shiche, are you in the room?"

"Oh, isn't that my cousin's voice?" Luo Qiangwei held her glass deftly, swaying it nonchalantly, "Your admirer is here. Will President Moh answer the door himself, or shall I?"

"I'm waiting for you," Moh Shiche said as if he hadn't noticed someone's arrival, his deep black eyes unblinkingly locked on her, his voice tinged with displeasure from being ignored, "A ten-minute bath took you two and a half hours, you now owe me two hours and twenty minutes."

His gaze seemed to say—I'm going to take it all back.

Do all businessmen calculate so precisely? And he was actually checking the time carefully. Thinking of him listening to her washing noises from outside gave her an inexplicably familiar sensation.