The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love

Chapter 482: Too obvious to slip past

"Who wants to play treasure huuuuunt?" Jia sparkled, holding a deck of cards in her hands.

Weiyun and Limei trotted to her side and flailed their arms up with eyes that held stars themselves.

"Jiaaaa!! Tweasure hunt?"

"Game?" Limei was practically hopping up and down with a flood of excitement.

A hearty and peaceful dinner later, Jia decided it was the perfect time to get some treasure hunt exercise for good digestion and health.

"Yes! We will play and have lots of fun~"

Lihua raised her hand. "I will play too!"

"Of course!"

Wei’s sister-in-law, Lanying chimed in as well. "Oh, Li and I will play too. Sounds fun."

Li, who was busy playing with his daughter, frowned. "I am spending some very important time here with my daughter."

With her hands on her waist and eyes that squinted slightly, Li received the message crystal clear - participate or sleep on the couch tonight.

Only Wei and Mingshen stayed back, though the latter held his doubts whether Jia could really chase around the villa for clues when their morning-after time hadn’t been anything less than intense.

"Something has changed."

Mingshen glanced at Wei, raising a brow. "Change what?"

"Something between you and my sister-in-law," he pursed his lips. "I don’t understand what, though. But you look different."

"Huh. I must give little chili her credit where it’s due. I don’t know about me but living with her has definitely changed you tons. You were the Mafia King couldn’t distinguish between two expressions and now you are guessing some unsaid sentiment of mine. Wow. That’s a lot of progress."

"Am I right?" His ears were faintly perked up in anticipation.

Okay, even his mannerisms are growing a carbon copy of his wife, he thought.

Since they were out of earshot, and he truly believed in Wei’s personality of reasonably keeping his shock in check, he said, "Well, Spicy and I have crossed the last barrier."

"Barrier?"

"Metaphors aren’t your thing, huh? In simple terms, we slept together last night."

Wei stared at him, hard and unblinking. As Mingshen had expected, not even a drop of reaction leaked from his handsome features.

"Dadaaaaa...." Limei hopped to his side just as he was processing this news. His expression changed immediately as he turned into a bright, blooming sunflower.

"Yes," he said with his ever so doting smile.

"Clue! Clue!"

He blinked twice. Limei eagerly waved a slip of paper in her hand. "Clue! Pillow!"

"Pillow?"

Wei rummaged behind the couch pillow he was resting against and found a toy wand hidden inside.

"Oh. Is this what you are looking for?"

Limei’s little face shone. "Fairy wand!"

"En. It’s yours," he gave it to her, patting her head.

She took her little prize with glimmering eyes and scurried away with the same enthusiasm she had come to him.

Wei, who was still lost in the shine of his daughter’s pure happiness, held his chest.

"I feel an ache in my chest. Also, it feels bright."

"How lucky you would have been if there was a juuuust doctor sitting right beside you?" Mingshen sneered.

Wei regained his sense of self and looked back at him. He remembered their last conversation, but didn’t feel too surprised to hear the development.

"So you are officially dating now?"

Mingshen blinked once, then twice. "...No."

Wei blinked in return and tilted his head. "Why not?"

"We just slept together."

This, in fact, did surprise Wei. "Did you confess?"

Mingshen thought back to the last evening until now. He was pretty clear that losing Jia was something he never wanted to feel again, almost to the point of threatening her to lock her in his lab - but did that mean a confession?

"I did express how I didn’t appreciate her spending quality time with a suicide bomber."

Wei’s brows furrowed. "That’s different. That’s not what I am talking about. I am asking if you confessed you love her?"

Mingshen stared at him for a long silence. The silence in itself was Wei’s answer.

"Why not?" He was confused.

His gaze darted to the floor once.

"I was trying to act ignorant about it, but...it does turn out to be love, huh?"

Wei’s brows scrunched up again. "You realized that just now?"

Mingshen turned to him - slowly. Very slowly. As if a dramatic play was unfolding on a stage.

"That’s the last question I would like to hear from you of all people, Mafia King."

Wei silently stared at him for another few seconds.

"That is deeply embarrassing."

Mingshen scoffed. "For who?"

"For you."

"..."

Wei shook his head slowly, the disappointment almost feeling too fatherly. "You slept with her before properly realizing you were in love?"

"That sentence sounds oddly judgmental coming from a Mafia King."

"I confessed before marriage."

"Whike being emotionally malfunctioning for months."

Wei ignored him. "This explains why Jia looked a little strange during dinner."

Mingshen’s eyes narrowed instantly. "Strange how?"

"She looked..." he paused, searching for the word, "lighter? Like someone who finally felt freer. I heard times were hard for her when she came to live in the Yang mansion. But tonight, she is sparkling."

"Are you hitting on her?"

"I only hit upon my wife," he said with all seriousness. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

The usual smugness disappeared from Mingshen’s face. His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Jia running across the villa with Weiyun. She was currently kneeling on the carpet with him, dramatically pointing behind a table while Weiyun laughed in excitement over some hidden clue. Her warm laughter rang brightly through the living room. As if she belonged there. As if she had always belonged there.

When she hugged Weiyun against her chest, the sight oddly felt peaceful as a strange tightness settled in his chest again.

Wei quietly observed him. "You are staring."

"I have eyes."

"You look happy."

"That’s slander. I should sue you."

"You should tell her. Obviously, she returns your feelings or she wouldn’t have gone that far with you. It’s only a matter of getting it out in the open."

"Mingshen!" Jia called out loudly. "Stop corrupting Wei and come help us!"

Mingshen clicked his tongue softly, but his body had already risen from the couch before his mind caught up. He was already at Jia’s side before she had to call out for the second time.

And all this time, Yang Bingqing, observing her son’s conversation with Wei from a distance, watched him go with a dreamy look in his eyes, as if he was floating in the air. A distinct curl in his lips that made a shudder pass through her spine.

Huh. So this was what the color of love looks like on my son.

So...terrifyingly obvious.