Ruling the Historical Romance Novel as the Female Supporting Character-Chapter 360: A Beautiful Wife Who Drives Him Wild

Qin Kaize closed the door behind him and hurried over to Su Yijia, scooping her into his arms before she could say a word. Warm kisses fell on her head, each one deepening with a desperate yearning.

"Jiajia, you look stunning," he murmured, his voice gravelly with admiration.

"Of course! I wanted to look beautiful for our trip to the beach, so I prepared for a long time," Su Yijia beamed proudly, feeling like a little peacock. She had envisioned her outfit while shopping at the market, but had only recently found time to craft it, sneaking in little projects each morning before he woke up.

"Jiajia, can you change it?" Qin Kaize felt a pang of jealousy. With the storm just passed, many from the team would likely head to the beach. His beautiful wife would be a sight for sore eyes, and the thought of others looking at her made his stomach churn.

"You’re so beautiful. What if someone else falls for you and tries to take you away from me?" Qin Kaize’s usually steady voice carried a rare hint of grievance.

Su Yijia raised her hand and ruffled Qin Kaize’s tousled hair as if petting a big puppy.

"Be good now. We’re already married. Who would be foolish enough to try stealing you away from me?"

"Why wouldn’t they? You’re stunning! And dressed like this, even I can’t handle it," Qin Kaize said, pulling the petite girl in his arms even closer, as if to show her just how much she meant to him.

Su Yijia’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

She glared at Qin Kaize, but the alluring curve of her eyes, like tiny hooks, pulled him further into the captivating waves of her charm.

"In that case, you’d better toughen up! How about staying home to cool off today while I head out?" Su Yijia teased, rising onto her tiptoes and wrapping herself around Qin Kaize like a playful kitten.

Her movements inevitably brought them closer, the physical contact pushing Qin Kaize’s restraint to the brink.

The mischievous girl added fuel to the fire, planting light kisses on Qin Kaize’s thin lips, occasionally biting down gently with a cheeky grin.

A buzzing filled Qin Kaize’s mind, and the taut string of his self-control snapped.

Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto it effortlessly.

"I’m not playing this game with you anymore; I have to go to the beach!" Su Yijia realized she’d gone too far, scrambling to escape using both her hands and feet.

But Qin Kaize caught her easily, pulling the blanket over them both in one swift motion.

For them, day and night quickly became indistinguishable.

After their playful chaos, it was well past four in the afternoon when Su Yijia finally woke up.

Thankfully, Qin Kaize had enough self-control not to ruin the outfit she’d so carefully prepared.

Once dressed again, Su Yijia stood in front of the mirror, fixing her appearance.

Her cheeks were rosy, her gaze bright, every movement exuding effortless allure.

Forget Qin Kaize; even she felt mesmerized by her reflection.

Ah, Qin Kaize really lucked out.

Su Yijia propped her chin on her hands, letting out a wistful sigh.

Qin Kaize, casually draped in an open shirt, walked up and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Not a word! You’ve already wasted an entire day of mine, so if you can’t resist, just behave and stay home," Su Yijia huffed, giving Qin Kaize a firm shove.

Seeing his little wife truly upset, the satisfied man dared not say more. He only cast a pitiful glance down at himself.

Four detox pills left.

Almost there! Almost there!

Hoisting a bamboo basket onto his back, he followed Su Yijia out the door, only to run into Lin Lao and Grandma Lin returning with baskets overflowing with their haul.

"Jiajia, you look absolutely stunning," Grandma Lin remarked, her eyes lighting up with admiration. "But why are you two heading out so late? It’ll be completely dark in just over an hour."

"It’s fine, I brought flashlights," Qin Kaize replied, holding up two sturdy ones for her to see.

Secretly, he was delighted. The darker it got, the less chance anyone else had of seeing just how breathtaking his little wife looked. He could selfishly savor the view all to himself.

On the other hand, Su Yijia, dressed to the nines and eager to show off, wished for as many onlookers as possible to admire her efforts.

"Grandma, are there still people on the beach?" Su Yijia asked curiously.

"Of course! Plenty of them!" Grandma Lin chuckled.

Most of the seafood swept ashore was still alive, meaning whatever wasn’t eaten right away could be kept fresh in seawater for another day or two. Everyone who collected the haul was already planning to indulge these next couple of days, unwilling to let any go to waste.

More than that, though, a lot of children were just there for the fun of it, enjoying the lively atmosphere.

"Then we’ll head out now. The earlier we go, the earlier we can get back," Su Yijia said brightly, tugging Qin Kaize by the hand and hurrying toward the beach.

Qin Kaize could only follow along helplessly. As they walked, he hovered protectively like a mother hen guarding her chicks, wary of any other man daring to glance too long at his wife.

But with a beauty like Su Yijia, avoiding attention was simply impossible.

On their way to the beach, at least a dozen people—both men and women—stopped in their tracks, stunned by her radiant appearance.

Even Qin Kaize’s icy glares, sharp as daggers, couldn’t stop them from sneaking a few more lingering looks before reluctantly tearing their gazes away.

When they finally reached the beach, the reaction was even more pronounced.

Gasps of admiration rose from the crowd, loud and unabashed.

Some women who had previously exchanged harsh words with Su Yijia didn’t dare approach her now, overwhelmed by a mix of guilt and envy.

Meanwhile, others who had never spoken to her before couldn’t resist edging closer.

Qin Kaize, his expression stone-cold, remained glued to Su Yijia’s side, his entire posture radiating possessiveness.

Even as they were surrounded by a group of curious women, he refused to step back. His muscles tensed like a coiled spring, ready to pounce at the first hint of disrespect that might upset his little wife.

"Qin’s wife, your dress is stunning! We’ve never seen anything like it before—did you make it yourself?"

"Comrade Su, your hairband is so beautiful! Did you make it too? Could you teach us how?"

"Your sandals are amazing—woven from grass, right? Don’t they poke your feet?"

The women chattered excitedly, their voices brimming with enthusiasm and, beneath that, a trace of admiration.

Their eagerness was infectious, their questions pouring out one after another, leaving Su Yijia no chance to feel awkward. Instead, she found herself swept up in their warmth and fascination.