Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Chapter 186 It's finally time to make a move.

The next day, Shen Zicen looked at the spots on her body and could only helplessly shrink back into the quilt.

Li Mo'er had already gotten up. When she saw Shen Zicen's shy appearance, she couldn't help but chuckle.

Upon hearing Li Mo'er's voice, Shen Zicen blushed instantly and gripped the blanket tightly with both hands.

"Last night wasn't..."

Before Li Mo'er could finish speaking, Shen Zicen was so shocked that he quickly stood up and covered Li Mo'er's mouth.

Li Mo'er didn't say anything more, but stared intently at Shen Zicen, then quietly stuck out her tongue and gently licked his palm.

Shen Zicen was both ashamed and angry. He let go of her hand, turned around, and ignored her.

Li Mo'er gently hugged Shen Zicen, "Sweetie, it's time to eat breakfast."

She had already finished making breakfast for Chu Xiaohuan and returned home when she happened to see Shen Zicen wake up.

Half-heartedly, the two went to the canteen together.

However, Shen Zicen was wearing a high-necked shirt, which covered her up completely.

In the study —

Li Mo'er was carefully considering her words, while Shen Ziche quietly painted beside her.

However, while she remained calm and composed, the atmosphere suddenly shifted as Li Mo'er began frantically searching for the few English words in her head.

"Empress? Girl King?"

Li Mo'er muttered softly.

Although her English wasn't good enough to translate the emperor as "yellow up," she wasn't much better.

A day passed, and Li Mo'er's paper was basically filled with "We can give you..." and "You must give us..."

The rest of the words used were "this" and "that," and the rest relied entirely on Shen Ziche's superb drawing skills.

When she took her hastily written paper and Shen Ziche's exquisite traditional Chinese painting to find Chu Xiaohuan.

Chu Xiaohuan nodded repeatedly as he looked at Li Mo'er's elegant calligraphy, but put the most crucial painting aside.

Chu Xiaohuan couldn't understand it, but he kept praising it.

Feeling guilty, Li Mo'er struggled once more, asking if there was anyone else who could take on this responsibility.

When I received a negative answer, I felt utterly devastated.

She tried her best, but unfortunately her foundation was too weak, and there was no way to make up for it.

If she had known she would have such a big responsibility, she would have studied English more.

Chu Xiaohuan noticed Li Mo'er's nervousness and comforted her, "I will go with you."

Li Mo'er could only nod, then took the paper back, intending to refine it further.

For the next two days, Li Mo'er spent her free time studying English in her study.

Chu Xiaohuan was waiting for an opportunity; he had already placed the area bordering Britain and Los Angeles under surveillance.

He would strike whenever the United Kingdom made a move, ensuring they were caught off guard.

However, he needed to capture the enemy general to facilitate negotiations, which was a tricky problem.

The general opposite him, he had fought before, and his kung fu was also very good, on par with his own.

But now that he's pregnant and physically unable to move, he might not be a match for her anymore; the only option is to strike by surprise.

He is now fully prepared and is just waiting for the other side to launch an attack.

Last night, he sent his deputy general, Liu, to infiltrate the enemy's camp.

Previously, no action had been taken because undercover agents were easily exposed, and the British were all blond and blue-eyed.

They all had black hair and black eyes, making them stand out too much in the crowd.

If Li Mo'er hadn't brought up the topic of hair dyeing a couple of days ago, he would have been at a loss.

"General, Deputy General Liu has sent word that the British plan to make their move at midnight tonight."

Chu Xiaohuan swirled his teacup, listening to his subordinate's report, his lips slightly pursed. "It's finally time to make a move."