MWCBTC Chapter 2: "Wife, You Smell So Good"
The moment the door opened, the overwhelming smell of alcohol hit him. Qiao Chen took over the drunken Qin Shen from the designated driver.
At 1.77 meters tall, Qiao Chen wasn’t short for a guy—but Qin Shen stood at 1.85 meters, a whole head taller and visibly stronger. Having him slump against Qiao Chen was a real struggle.
Worse still, Qin Shen wasn’t making it easy—he was deliberately pressing down on him.
Looking completely drunk, with half-lidded eyes, he seemed to mistake Qiao Chen for someone else. He leaned in close, sniffing around Qiao Chen’s neck, murmuring, “Wife, you smell so good.”
The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. Qiao Chen could feel the wet warmth against his neck—it tickled. Even though he knew Qin Shen had mistaken him for someone else, his face still flushed red with embarrassment.
He leaned his head back and said, “Don’t do that.”
But drunk Qin Shen was domineering. He placed a hand on the back of Qiao Chen’s head to hold him still, then even bit down lightly on Qiao Chen’s fair neck, as if punishing him.
The sudden action made Qiao Chen’s face turn bright red. The moment was far too intimate—he didn’t know what to do or how to respond.
Thankfully, Qin Shen was really drunk. A second later, his head lolled to the side and he fell asleep right on Qiao Chen’s shoulder.
Hearing his steady breathing, Qiao Chen confirmed he was asleep, then awkwardly moved him to lie down on the living room sofa, covering him with a blanket.
In sleep, Qin Shen’s face no longer carried that look of disdain. His features relaxed, and he looked a lot gentler.
Staring at the sleeping Qin Shen, Qiao Chen couldn’t help but sigh at how unfair nature was. Deep eye sockets, a well-defined nose, lips of just the right fullness—his sharp, masculine features made him undeniably handsome.
He’d been attractive since childhood—like a little prince among the kids, always the center of attention.
Yes, Qiao Chen had known Qin Shen for a long time—all thanks to Qiao Yu.
The Qiao and Qin families had arranged their children’s marriage from a young age. It was supposed to be Qiao Yu and Qin Shen who would get married.
So, Qiao Yu and Qin Shen grew up together, going to and from school side by side, playing together on weekends—the classic childhood sweethearts.
Although Qiao Chen was often around when they were young, he rarely interacted with them. Their relationship was limited to simply knowing each other.
Later, Qiao Chen went abroad and had no more contact with Qin Shen.
But subconsciously, Qin Shen had been “his brother’s husband” for over twenty years. Now, with everything suddenly flipped, it wasn’t just Qin Shen who felt awkward—Qiao Chen did too.
While Qiao Chen was lost in thought, Qin Shen frowned slightly on the sofa and slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing him awake, Qiao Chen asked, “Do you want some milk to help sober up?”
Alcohol numbs the nerves—feels good in the moment but leaves all sorts of side effects. Headaches were the most common.
And Qin Shen had really overdone it tonight—his head felt like it was going to explode.
Still, now that he was awake, despite the pounding headache, his awareness had returned. Hearing Qiao Chen’s soft concern made him suddenly remember everything he had done—and a wave of nausea rushed up.
Then came Qin Shen’s cold voice: “You don’t need to try pleasing me. I never planned to treat you nicely. I’ll never like someone as shameless as you—someone who would steal his own brother’s fiancé.”
Qiao Chen’s already pale face turned even whiter.
Seeing the effect of his words, Qin Shen smirked a little, feeling satisfied. He stood up and headed toward his room.
No, that’s not true.
I never wanted to take anything from Qiao Yu. I know perfectly well you two were meant to be.
In all this, I’m a victim too—dragged into this marriage just because I’m Qiao Yu’s identical twin. My parents begged me to keep quiet. I’ve been misunderstood by everyone as someone who stole my brother’s man.
That kind of misunderstanding was hard to swallow. Qiao Chen couldn’t help but speak up: “It’s not…”
Hearing his voice, Qin Shen, halfway to the bedroom, stopped and turned to look at him, clearly waiting to hear what excuse he had next.
Qiao Chen bit his lower lip, hesitating for a long time. But in the end, he just shook his head and asked, “Where should I sleep?”
Qin Shen let out a cold chuckle and casually pointed toward a guest room. “At least you know your place. I won’t touch you during this time. Once Qiao Yu’s back, you pack up and get lost.”
With that, he turned and went into his room, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.
Qiao Chen blinked, face expressionless. He stood there for a while, and only when he’d completely calmed himself did he quietly walk toward the guest room Qin Shen had pointed to.
There wasn’t much to say. He was used to this.
Used to it… really?
Used to being treated unfairly by his parents? Used to being misunderstood?
But even if he wasn’t… what could he do about it?
Qiao Chen shook his head, trying to rid himself of the mess in his thoughts. He tidied up the room, took a shower in the bathroom, and finally lay down in bed.
The room and everything about this place felt foreign. But maybe it was the exhaustion from the day, or how late it already was—Qiao Chen didn’t have the energy to dwell on life anymore. The moment his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.
The dream was hazy, the images obscured by a veil of mist. Only when he got closer did it all become clear.
It was the living room of a villa, toys scattered around the sofa. A well-dressed woman sat on the couch, elegantly sipping afternoon tea.
Ding ding dang~ The wind chimes at the entrance rang out, and the woman’s face lit up with a smile.
The next second, two little boys in matching suits came running inside.
Ah—they looked identical. Twins.
One of them threw himself into the woman’s arms, begging for a hug. The other stood off to the side, watching longingly.
“Yuyu, why are you so happy today?” the woman asked gently.
The little boy called Yuyu sat up from her lap and pulled a certificate from his backpack. “Mommy, look! I got second place in piano!”
“Oh my, our Yuyu is amazing!” The woman beamed, inspecting the certificate. Her face glowed with pride as she showered the boy with compliments.
The other boy stood quietly to the side, lips parting as if to say something—but he couldn’t find a chance to speak.
The woman gushed over Yuyu for a long time before finally stopping. Just as the other boy stepped forward to say something, the woman said again, “Since Yuyu won second place in piano, we should reward him. Let’s go have some chocolate cake!” She stood up as she spoke.
At that moment, the boy who had been standing silently finally panicked. “Mom…”
The woman finally noticed him. She reached out to ruffle his hair and said, “Xiao Chen gets something too.”
Her words were polite, but her tone had cooled.
“Mom…” Xiao Chen called out again.
But this time, she didn’t respond—she just picked up Yuyu and walked toward the kitchen.
Left standing alone, Xiao Chen silently took a certificate out of his backpack. It was for first place in an art competition.
He had wanted to tell his mother that he had won something too.
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