Chapter 648: Disobedience Will Be Punished

Chapter 648: Disobedience Must Be Punished

Wu Yue had just woken up, nestled entirely in Shen Que's embrace.

Seeing her open her eyes, Shen Que withdrew his dark, possessive gaze and leaned in closer,

"Babe, get up. I'm taking you out."

Wu Yue thought about her choppy, uneven haircut and replied, "...No thanks."

Shen Que said, "Su Mo will trim it for you, then we'll go."

Wu Yue immediately shot up from the bed, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Under the magic touch of Master Su Mo, Wu Yue's messy hair was successfully transformed into an edgy, cool cut.

Wu Yue was extremely satisfied with her reflection, checking herself out from every angle.

She endlessly praised Su Mo, flattering her excessively, "Mo Mo, you're amazing!

Thank you, because of you, you make every season brighter!"

After praising, she didn't forget to throw shade at Shen Que, "Unlike some people!!"

Shen Que looked at Wu Yue's newly cut short hair. Her features were already ethereal and coldly beautiful, with distant, cool eyes. Paired with the short cut and the bold makeup Su Mo had applied, she looked incredibly cool, stunning, and radiated a neutral, androgynous handsomeness.

Wu Yue winked at Su Mo, making Su Mo blush, "Yue Yue, you look so handsome like this."

Wu Yue, feeling herself a bit in front of the mirror, said, "If only I hadn't married and gotten pregnant so young, otherwise, who knows how many..."

Shen Que's tone turned dangerous, "How many what? You player, even carrying my child, you still got that wandering eye, don't you?"

Wu Yue casually patted Shen Que's face, her tone as heartless as could be, deliberately teasing him, "You've got the title, stop fantasizing about what you can't have."

Shen Que's expression instantly darkened, becoming particularly dark and ominous.

Seeing Shen Que's gloomy expression, Su Mo immediately bolted out of the bathroom, calling out to Shen Qingci and Wu Chong,

"We're all coworkers here, don't say I didn't warn you—run!"

Shen Qingci immediately said, "Let's go to my place."

In the blink of an eye, the three of them made a run for it.

Hearing the commotion outside, Wu Yue blinked, pretending nothing had happened, and made to push the door open and leave.

Shen Que swiftly turned and blocked the door, looking down at her with a dangerous expression.

Wu Yue said with a grin, "Husband, didn't you say you were taking me out to play?"

Shen Que curled his lips leisurely, "There's still time, we've got time."

Wu Yue tried to duck under Shen Que's arm, but he abruptly pulled her into his embrace.

With a *rip*, her sleepwear was torn open by Shen Que, and his burning kisses landed on her neck.

Shen Que chuckled lightly, his tone with a deadly edge, "Wu Yue, I want the title, I want your love, and above all, I want you.

You and your heart are mine alone—they are all mine."

Wu Yue's gaze flickered as she looked at Shen Que, noticing his pupils had turned a bright golden color. She realized that Shen Que's mental state had indeed developed some issues over the past six months.

Shen Que licked her neck, "Honey, you just got your hair cut and there are hair clippings. You should shower."

Wu Yue shook her head, "I’ve already done my makeup, I don’t..." she protested.

Before Wu Yue could finish, Shen Que suddenly scooped her up princess-style. The sound of running water filled the room as the bathtub gradually filled.

Shen Que sat Wu Yue on the edge of the bathtub, his arm around her waist with one hand while using the other to loosen his Order Officer uniform tie.

He took Wu Yue's hand and placed it on his collar, his gaze dark and intense as he looked at her, "You take it off for me."

Wu Yue gently stroked Shen Que's face to soothe him, "Don’t be upset, baby, I was just teasing you."

Shen Que chuckled darkly, lowering his head to bite Wu Yue's neck, "You don’t need to soothe me. I’m completely clear-headed now.

Wu Yue, I’m not angry. I just want things to be like this—I want to be with you exactly like this.

Even if you try to calm me down, I won’t accept it. I’ve said it before—I’ve been sick for a long time, sick beyond healing. I just want you."

Wu Yue’s eyes flickered with uncertainty as she looked at Shen Que. He lifted his head, blood at the corner of his mouth, and looked at her. "Wu Yue, I can forgive you for anything you do. In the end, it’s my own uselessness and incompetence that failed to protect you.

But now, I refuse to restrain myself any longer. I won’t pretend to be noble and say you’re free.

Because I’ve realized I can’t handle your freedom. I’d rather be selfish and despicable—I want to possess you completely, to tie you to my side so you belong only to me.

The more you protect me, the more you push me away, the more I love you—so much that I want to devour you, to merge our souls together."

Shen Que’s burning love, mixed with volatile emotions, enveloped Wu Yue entirely. He made his psychic energy manifest, restraining her completely from all sides.

Feeling such intense, almost pathological, obsessive, and twisted love, Wu Yue’s mind went numb. Waves of heat overwhelmed her, making it impossible to think.

Wu Yue reached out with effort and began unbuttoning Shen Que's uniform, one button at a time.

As his uniform and shirt opened, Shen Que’s pale, almost translucent skin was revealed. Wu Yue’s hand slid under his shirt and rested over his heart.

Wu Yue, "Did you remove all the tattoos on your body?"

Shen Que buried his face in Wu Yue’s neck, "Yeah, Luna’s name was used by Wu Chong. I knew you would mind, so I had it removed."

Wu Yue, "What about this one?"

Shen Que lowered his head, burying his face in Wu Yue’s chest, "I'm keeping yours. This one belongs only to me."

Wu Yue laughed softly, "You used to be so obedient. Now you’re becoming more and more domineering."

Shen Que held Wu Yue tightly, "This is all your fault. You never want me, even though you love me so much, treat me so well, help me solve all my problems, and make me so strong—you still don’t want me.

I wanted to respect your decisions, but I can’t do it anymore. I can’t bear to lose you.

I can’t bear it. You’re mine, Wu Yue. I can’t leave the choice in your hands anymore.

I’m going to be like Lu Xiu—I want you, and I’m going to hold onto you tightly. Even if I have to resort to any means necessary, no matter how ruthless, I will never let you go."

Wu Yue pondered—if she were to measure his descent into darkness,

every time something happened to her or she tried to leave Shen Que, his descent into darkness would progress.

And this six-month separation—Shen Que didn’t blame her but instead blamed himself for being useless—was like twisting the knife in his heart.

Given Shen Que's current state, if he had a system, his corruption level would probably skyrocket to 70%-80%.

Wu Yue soothingly patted Shen Que's chest, her hand slowly sliding down his pectoral muscles, passing his abs and Adonis belt, unbuckling his belt.

Gradually, Shen Que's breathy, low gasps reached her ears, "Wife, I really like it when you treat me like this."

...

Shen Que's mind went blank as he gazed obsessively at Wu Yue, holding her and stepping into the bath.

"Wife, I missed you so much."

Amid the sound of splashing water, Wu Yue hooked one arm around Shen Que's neck and initiated the kiss.

Shen Que held Wu Yue's waist with one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other. As they kissed passionately, Shen Que kept his eyes wide open, fixed intently on Wu Yue, hungrily seeking more kisses.

Wu Yue shyly pushed him away, "Don't look at me like that."

Shen Que chuckled softly, "Wife, in a moment, you'll have to put on an act for Luo Shen and Dylan. You need to get into character early.

And..."

Shen Que's tone was slow and deliberate, full of sensuality, "Since we're putting on an act, we might as well make it real."

Wu Yue looked at Shen Que with flickering eyes. Shen Que lifted his head and smiled at her, then suddenly moved close to her neck.

As a sharp pain spread through her neck, Shen Que left bruising kiss marks and bite marks on her neck, leaving bluish-red marks. His wandering hands trailed over Wu Yue's arms and legs, leaving red marks wherever he touched.

Shen Que's voice fell beside Wu Yue's ear, carrying the pent-up rage he had been suppressing for a full half year,

"Darling, you're really too disobedient.

Why didn't you tell me? Why did you insist on bearing it all alone? Am I not worthy of your trust!?

Am I really so useless in your eyes that I can't help at all!?

Darling, disobedience must be punished."

Surrounded by Shen Que's psychic power, Wu Yue's mind grew more feverish. Just as her consciousness began to blur,

After a full half year, her pupils slightly widened as she once again felt their souls and bodies become one with Shen Que.

From beginning to end, Shen Que's eyes remained locked on hers, his gaze like a vortex from hell pulling her deep into his soul.