Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

Once the issue was finalized, Su Boyuan began to address another problem. "In regards to the contract that will place Su Meixiu back into her original position, it was handed to Zhao Lifei the night of the birthday banquet."

Su Meixiu scrunched her brows at this news. She didn’t know such a contract existed.

She shrank back in her seat again when she suddenly remembered her grandfather’s reaction to the news of her demotion. In a fit of rage, he had nearly struck her in the face, but luckily, the servants held him back. A slap to her face would have damaged it. Since he could not physically punish her, he did it in different ways; her inheritance in his will was cut in half.

Her head dropped and her shoulders slumped forward when she thought how penniless she would be in the future. If she was not able to marry Yang Feng, the outcome would be disastrous.

"Well? Did she sign it?" Su Xueying eagerly asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Su Boyuan’s face became ashen black when he thought about Yang Feng’s brutal warning and promise. "No."

"Why not?"

"Yang Feng intervened before anything could’ve happened. He also promised to end our family with eight-generation extermination! Can you believe that?!" Su Boyuan angrily bit out, slamming his hand onto the table, ignoring the flinch of his daughter who began to shake in her seat. What a wimp she was. He always despised how weak-minded she was. The tiniest noise startled her. How pathetic.

"What? He really said that?" Su Xueying collapsed in her chair. She placed a hand over her shaking heart while her face became a lighter complexion.

"Yes, and it’s all because of that seductress who warms his bed!" Su Boyuan bellowed with a reddening face. The thought of that wench in Yang Feng’s arms, instead of his daughter just makes his blood boil in anger.

In a deep and resonating voice, Elder Su asked, "Repeat what you just said, Boyuan. What did he threaten us with?"

Su Boyuan could not understand where the direction of this discussion was heading to, nonetheless, he repeated his words. "I said the lad threatened to end our entire family with a massacre—"

"He cares for that woman." Elder Su sharply pointed out, his wrinkled eyes finally opening a bit more.

"Yes, father, that much is evident from the way he treats her—"

"Are you stupid, son? Did you not hear what I just said?!" Elder Su loudly scolded his son in front of the entire family which embarrassed Su Boyuan.

Elder Su had enough of these squabbling children. With the help of his servant, he stood up. "All of you here disappoint me." He turned his back to them and walked out of the door with a new plan in mind.

- - - - -

The next morning.

Zhao Lifei was placing on her rose gold earrings when Yang Feng walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered, his masculine scent swarming her senses.

"That shirt is too low." He chided her when he saw the mirror and the dip of her chest were revealed.

"That’s none of your business." She hummed while placing on her other earring.

When he walked closer to her, she could feel her body stiffening in anticipation. Through the mirror reflection, she saw the towel was hanging dangerously low on his hips, revealing the very sharp, enticing, and seductive v-line. Her eyes drank in the fine sight of his body, lingering on the eight, firm lines on his abdomen. His muscles were firm and well-defined, the rough edges were beckoning her fingers to graze over them.

When her eyes trailed upwards to his pecks, she swallowed hard. She continued making her way up his body until their eyes suddenly met in the reflection and her face went stark red. She fumbled with her damn earrings and in her haste, dropped it. It bounced far away from her.

Yang Feng was deeply entertained by her flushed face upon being caught ogling him. He walked to the earrings, bent down and picked it up. He took his sweet time walking towards her, allowing her eyes to roam over his body.

"Are you hungry, my dear?" He suddenly asked her, watching as her brows pulled together.

"What do you mean?"

"Because you’re eyeing me the same way a fat kid eyes a slice of cake."

Her face became a brighter shade of red as she swiveled around, only for her eyes to land directly upon his chest. She did not realize he had already gotten this close to her. "I wasn’t." She scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Hm, are you sure?" He placed his hands on both sides of her, caging her against the vanity. His eyes trailed to her lips, then her throat when she visibly gulped. He locked eyes with her before bending in, at an excruciatingly slow speed.

"I’m positive." She hoarsely whispered whilst shrinking her body back, only for him to lean closer again.

She was completely trapped with nowhere to run. Her eyes darted to his arms, muscular and well-toned. She looked lower and saw the thick veins climbing up his forearms which were a quality she liked in a man.

"You’re doing it again." He teased, his voice low and enticing. She shivered at the way it made her feel.

"Doing what?"

"Undressing me with your eyes." He hummed while leaning in for a kiss.

"But you’re already undressed..." She pointed out, closing her eyes. She waited for the toe-curling kisses he always gave her. She had never felt something as pleasurable as kissing him. She did not know she was addicted to them, just as he was to hers.

Yang Feng smirked at her expression, eyes shut, lips slightly puckered. Just as he had teased her so many times before, he decided to do the same. He kissed the corner of her lips, causing her eyes to impatiently fly open.

"Yang Feng..." She softly pouted, his eyes snapping to the jutted bottom lip, pink and dewy.

"What is it, love?" He murmured against her skin whilst kissing a path down to her chin, nibbling and peppering every spot except her lips. He later began to press open-mouth kisses against her creamy skin. When he reached her neck, he took his sweet time with her.

She pressed her body against his, wanting more of him. "Don’t act stupid." Her eyes fluttered at the attention he was giving to her. Unknowingly, she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck, but he stopped his kisses the second she did so.

Zhao Lifei was becoming impatient now, especially when he was not giving her what she longed for.

"What do you mean, my dear?" He cocked his head, feigning ignorance to her wishes.

"The kiss." She demanded, her blunt words catching him off-guard, like her arms that wound around his body.

"If you want it, you’re going to have to get it yourself." He huskily whispered before removing his arms around her. This time, he would not touch her, nor would he instigate the kiss. It was up to her to decide.

Zhao Lifei’s face became glum and in a quiet voice, barely above a whisper, she said, "But I don’t know how to kiss properly..."

Yang Feng resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Did she just say she did not know how to kiss?! Especially after driving him insane every time she did it? He could not believe how stupid she was.

"Are you sure you don’t?" He arched his perfect brows.

She slowly nodded her head. "I really don’t."

Yang Feng lazily smiled, the sight causing Zhao Lifei’s heart to skip a beat. He was fully aware of the effect he had on her, the way her heart fluttered for him and no one else. He brought his hand to her face, gently cupping it before his hands trailed lower. He drew circles upon her exposed skin, running it low until his hands stopped on her collarbone.

"Alright then, close your eyes." He decided to play a little game with her, one that he was sure she was going to respond well to.