I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Panda Novel

The Matriarch could still walk on her own.

But it was really tiring if no one helped her.

In any case, she didn’t walk like a normal person.

“She injured herself when she was younger, so she has problems walking now. I don’t think her legs can get better, but that’s not too big of a problem since so many people in the Mo Residence can take care of her.”

Qiao Mianmian nodded. She felt all sweet and warm in her heart as she saw the man before her massaging her so patiently and willingly.

This classy and proud man was just a doting husband at this point.

He was willing to shed his other identities and see himself as an equal to her. In their world, he wasn’t Young Master Mo from a rich family, nor Chairman Mo of a huge corporation.

He was just Mo Yesi, Qiao Mianmian’s husband.

Perhaps this wasn’t a big deal to others.

But this was extremely rare for someone with his background.

Most people who came from rich families had a sense of superiority since they were children. They’d rarely be willing to interact with others who weren’t of the same status as them.

The higher up the social ladder they were, the more obvious the differences.

They probably had further class discrimination in high society.

Not to mention their impressions of the other commoners.

Just like the Su family. They were a rich family to the average person.

But in comparison to the Mo, Gong, Yan, and Bai families, they were nobodies.

Mo Yesi was born into the Mo family, a family among the top four powerhouses.

He was practically a gift from the heavens.

Everyone gave in to him, indulged him, served him, and treated him with the utmost respect.

When had he ever needed to give in to others?

There was no way anyone could ever force him to do that.

Unless he was willing to do it himself.

If he was willing to compromise for someone else and dote on them, that person was probably more important to him than his life.

“Mo Yesi…” Qiao Mianmian was so gentle and soft.

“Mm?”

Mo Yesi could feel it. He looked up and saw how beautiful she was.

His heart raced for a while.

She was equally in awe of his looks as she said, “You’ve been massaging me for so long. Are you tired?”

“Why, your heart aches for me? Baby, I have great fitness. Didn’t you already witness it for yourself?”

He then smiled charmingly.

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

Alright, then.

She looked at him, speechless. That trace of gentleness completely vanished.

She glared at him. “Can’t you be more serious?”

He was always saying such dirty stuff to her.

Did his subordinates know that their leader was someone like that?

Did his buddies know he was such a hooligan sometimes?

Perhaps, none of them even had an idea.