Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife (Web Novel)

After Yang Feng came out of the bathroom, freshly cleaned and showered, he began to get dressed. Seeing that his wife was nowhere to be found, he was a bit glum. He noticed that one of the drawers of their nightstand was ajar and walked to it. Sitting in the drawer was a manila envelope containing the contract that she never showed him. He took it out and read through the contents, his brows raising with each line.

Zhao Lifei finished showering in another bathroom. She saw Yang Feng's wide back and guessed that he was probably reading through his email. Not wanting to disturb him, she discreetly went into the closet and got dressed for the day. She wore a sleeveless white top that was tucked into chic black dress pants. She paired it with her ring and a white hand clutch.

She sat down at the vanity outside of the room and dabbed on a little bit of make-up. She wore a tinted lip-balm that added a bit of color to her lips. Then she tied her hair into a loose bun with a few curled strands framing her face. She was completely unaware of the contract being slipped into Yang Feng's suit.

Yang Feng watched her check herself out in the mirror. His eyes centered on her pale, swan neck whose translucent skin was too inviting for his liking. He walked behind her and pulled her into a loose hug from behind, nuzzling his face into her neck. She jumped when he abruptly bit her neck, her eyes widening. "W-what are you doing?"

"Your smell was so inviting, I had to take a bite." He whispered, soothing the area with his tongue and a kiss. Unconsciously, she began to shift closer to him, angling herself to give him more room to continue.

Yang Feng's eyes glistened mischievously. She had no idea what was coming for her. Eyes wistfully closed, she was too lost in the moment. He trailed light, soft and open-mouthed kisses onto her neck, beginning from the back of her ears down her throat and her jugular.

Zhao Lifei felt her lower muscles clench, a familiar pool of warmth gathering in her lower stomach.

"It's too cold to wear this top." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling it. She shivered and clutched his arm.

"N-not really…" She didn't understand where he was going with his words. She gasped when he bit the area where her neck met her shoulders, suckling on the area. She let out a small whimper when he kissed the spot and nipped it again, creating a mark.

His lips brushed against the sensitive area, "It is." His feather-soft lips were teasing her. She was growing dizzy and could barely hold up her own body. Her legs wobbled, but his firm arms held her in place. His torturous seduction was doing things to her that she did not know was possible.

"I-it's summer…" She gasped when he grasped her breast without warning, squeezing it. Her body melted and her knees gave out, but he held her up. He moved his lips higher up and settled on the side of her neck, lavishing the area with his attention. He licked the area and then pressed a gentle kiss upon it. She let out a quiet, pleased moan, his fingers digging into her waist.

He turned her around and she automatically pressed her body against his chest. His pupils dilated when he felt every curve of her body. He was supposed to be seducing her, but he felt it was the other way around. "More." She whispered, standing on her tippy-toes, wanting a kiss.

"Will you change your shirt?" He bent his head as if he was about to kiss her lips. He didn't. His lips landed on her cheek, trailing a path to the edge of her soft lips. She was going insane, her hands traveling up his chest and clutching his shoulders.

"No." She sharply breathed in when he squeezed her behind. He was not playing fair and he knew it too. A devilish smirk was on his face when she attempted to move her face for a kiss, but he moved his mouth first.

"Will you change?"

Through her drowsy eyes, she slowly nodded her head. His eyes flashed. Caught off guard, he crashed his lips onto hers, one hand traveling behind her neck to angle it better. Their lips feverishly met in a passionate, lustful kiss. She moaned against his mouth, opening her lips for his tongue to dive in and explore every nook and cranny. He pulled back to let her breath and continued to kiss her closed eyelids, starting from the left to the right. He peppered her face with gentle kisses as her hands tugged at the ends of his hair. She was driving him equally crazy. He wanted her, every part of him did, but it was morning and too late to consummate their marriage. He needed to know if she was ready and if she was, he planned to do it by the end of this week.

Zhao Lifei rested her head upon his chest while she struggled to catch her breath. A glint of revenge passed by her face as she stood on her tippy-toes. He thought she was going to kiss his neck when her lips just brushed against the spot. But she dodged the area and pressed her lips against the collar of his crisp, white button-up.

He was confused and she seized the moment to escape his arms and step back to marvel at her work. He didn't know what had hit him until he glanced into the mirror and saw the pink lipstick mark on his shirt. He raised a brow.

"Change." She demanded at him, smiling like a devil disguised as an angel.

"I quite like this mark. It adds a nice touch of color."

Her smile dropped when her plan backfired on her. He didn't care about his public image and if she wanted him to walk into the office with lipstick marks, he couldn't care less.

"No, you can't go out like that." She was mortified at what people might think of her.

"I don't see why not." Yang Feng shrugged, walking towards the door. She grabbed his wrist and prevented him from walking out of their room.

"You have to change."

Yang Feng tucked his hands into his front pocket, purposely ensuring she would not grab his hand to pull him into the closet. She saw his action and hugged his arm. "Don't make it difficult." She groaned, tugging him to the direction of the closet.

"It's something you gave me. I can't return it like that." He was teasing her and she was too panicked to realize that. She rested her chin on his arm and gave him her best reenactment of a puppy face. Her eyes widened, and her lips jutted out.

His lips twitched. If she thinks she can bat her cute little lashes at him and get whatever she wanted, then she was absolutely right. He was not going to tell her that. The card would be too advantageous. "What's wrong with your eyes and mouth?"

Her face turned sour. "Fine, I guess I'm not changing either."

"Fine with me." He suppressed his smile by pressing his lips together. She let out an aggravated sigh and without warning, dragged him by his tie. He was forced to follow her or else he would be faced with strangulation.

"And what makes you think you can force me to change my clothes too?" She huffed, yanking him into the closet and picking out a shirt for him. He didn't respond and proceeded to rest his chin upon her head, loosely hugging her. He wondered how could she be so cute and oblivious. There were glaring red marks on her neck and she didn't even know.

He could not wait to see her reaction. "I think this one would look nice with the suit. Don't you think so?" She turned their bodies to the closet and held up the tailored shirt. It didn't look that different from the one that he had one now — except for the black spade on the collar.

"Sure." He nonchalantly said. For her sake, he was willing to wear anything. It could be the ugliest chiffon pink shirt in the world and he would still wear it if his precious little wife picked it out for him.

"Okay, then change—" She stopped speaking. Her eyes zoomed on her reflection in the mirror where she saw the marks on her neck. Her face darkened. His lit up.

"You, you, you—" She was too irritated to form sentences. "How could you!" She finally said something, turning around to accuse him with her eyes. He gave her a stomach fluttering smile and kissed the tip of her nose.

"You will catch a cold with this sleeveless top. The AC in your office is very strong." That was partially the truth. The main reason he wanted her to change was that she was showing too much of her neck. By leaving a mark there, she would be forced to wear a higher-collared shirt and leave her hair down.

Her lips moved left and right like she was debating on what she should say.

"I will change shirts and so will you. We're even now." He pacified her, bending down to lovingly kiss either side of her cheek and then her forehead. "Don't be angry, my little phoenix, it's an equal exchange."

She continued sulking and he continued kissing her. He peppered her face with kisses until she could not maintain the scowl on her face. "Heh, stop it." She giggled when it become ticklish. His heart warmed at the melodic sound, so gentle and pure, it could turn winter into spring.

He caught her off-guard by turning her around and hugging her very tightly. He let out a content sigh and rested his face upon her head. "I love you beyond words." He told her, forcing her heart to skip a beat.

"I-idiot…" She replied her face bright red. She leaned her head upon his rigid face and in a quiet voice, whispered, "I love you more... A lot more."