Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing

ant to heed the doctor’s advice or not.
It’s getting late.
I’ll get Qin Ao to go home with me.”

With that, she ran off.

Mo Yuanxiu smirked as he watched her leave.

He turned to look at himself in the mirror and then at the white bandage around his shoulder.
He thought for a while and really did not shower and wet his shoulder.
He picked up a wet towel and wiped his body clean.
The more he wiped, the more amused he felt.
For a seemingly long time, he had forgotten how it felt to be obedient!

After wiping himself clean, he put on his pajamas and lay on the bed.

Lu Manman and Qin Ao had left.

This small villa had always been quiet.

It was very quiet.

He picked up his cell phone and made a call.

The call went through after a while, but the person still sounded sleepy.
“Ah Xiu.”

“Ye Heng, I’m back in Wen City.”

“What? Didn’t you say at least a week?”

“I came back once I was done with my stuff,” he said.
“I just wanted to let you know.
You can continue sleeping.”

“Ah Xiu.” He was about to hang up when Ye Heng stopped him.
“You’re here for Lu Manman?”

“Don’t be such a busybody.”

With that, he hung up.

Mo Yuanxiu threw his cell phone aside, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

His body was already tired, but he refused to close his eyes.
He stared at the dark ceiling above him.

It was the same every night.
It’s as if he was already used to it.

…

Lu Manman was sitting in Qin Ao’s car.

When she went to call Qin Ao, he was already asleep.
Upon hearing her voice, he got out of bed without hesitation and drove her back to the Lu family’s villa.

In the quiet car.

It was already past midnight, and the bustling Wen City was quiet.

She looked at the city streets which were still brightly lit.
Images of Mo Yuanxiu’s naked body replayed in her head…

Figure.
Muscle.
That thing’s shape.

She felt as if something was lodged in her throat.

It was not that she had never seen a man’s body before.
She had seen Wen Yun’s before as well.
Wen Yun’s figure was not bad, but he lacked muscle!

Wen Yun was slimmer.

Of course, Mo Yuanxiu was not fat either.
He was the type of man who appeared slim in his clothes but was muscular.

She took a deep breath.

She had no idea why she was comparing them!

Her face was burning!

However…

She narrowed her eyes.

The scar on Mo Yuanxiu had surprised her.

Although it was just a glance, she had still seen it clearly.

But why were there so many scars?

What had Mo Yuanxiu gone through to have such injuries?

Who was this man exactly?