Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

"If you continue pouting, I’ll kiss you."

She sucked her bottom lip back in. "I didn’t know I was pouting." She huffed. "What—hey!" She was startled when he suddenly bent down and picked her up.

"What are you doing?" She asked him, her heart lurching when he briefly glanced down at her and she saw how dark it seemed.

"Finishing what I was supposed to do last night." He grunted, tossing her onto the bed and climbing in after her.

"Are you crazy? Not on the hospital bed!" She hissed at him, her fingers pointing towards the door. "There are people outside, they will hear us." She turned her head to the door where the small rectangle window could be found. She couldn’t look outside because there was a wall of black suits in the form of bodyguards.

"Hear us do what?" Yang Feng quirked a brow while he began to pull the blanket up to her chin.

"Uh..." Zhao Lifei trailed off when he suddenly began to tuck her into bed instead of tucking something else into something... My goodness, who is the one influencing her dirty-mind?!

Yang Feng was struggling to maintain a serious face while he made sure the blankets were fully covering her body. From the start, he knew what she was referring to. When her shoulders seemed to dejectedly drop, he bent down and in a husky voice, whispered, "Don’t worry, my dear. I will thoroughly take my sweet time with you once we get home."

Her face heated him at his suggestive words. "I wasn’t implying that—"

"Implying what?" He innocently asked her, curling a finger and caressing her smooth cheek.

"You—"

"Oh Feifei! I have arrived with gifts!" Yang Ruqin skipped into the room with white plastic bags filled with all sorts of takeout food from the local restaurant down the street. Originally she wasn’t supposed to buy too much food, but in the end, she was salivating over everything on the menu and decided to order half of it.

"Oh." Yang Ruqin awkwardly set the bags down when she saw the compromising position they were in. Her Feifei was attempting to make herself as small as possible, inching into the bed, whereas Yang Feng hovered over her.

"Are you guys going to start making pretty nieces that I can dress up? If so, I can leave." Yang Ruqin pointed her thumb back to the door, a suggestive smile on her face. When Zhao Lifei made eye contact with her, Yang Ruqin wriggled her brows and winked.

"We are. So leave."

"Huh?! No, we’re not! Don’t go anywhere!" Zhao Lifei sat up too fast for Yang Feng to react and the two heads bumped each other. "My brain cells!" She cried out, clutching her forehead in pain.

Yang Feng’s jaw ticked in pain while he rubbed his aching forehead. "It hurts." She groaned, her lips tugged into the pout that always drives him insane. Using one hand to rub his, he used the other to soothe her forehead.

"Idiot." He grumbled under his breath, but she heard him loud and clear. She threw him an accusing glare.

"Says the one with low EQ." She snapped at him, rolling her eyes. Despite her disgruntled actions, her heart swelled with warmth at how much he seemed to care for her. He had stopped clutching his forehead now and was centered on fixing hers.

"My love, I believe yours is lower than mine." He responded whilst rubbing his thumbs in circles, pressing a kiss upon her temple.

Yang Ruqin could puke up blood right now. What is with the lovey-dovey with imaginary roses in the background! Get a room you horny bunnies! ’I don’t want to eat dog food.’ She cried to herself, ready to pick up the bags of food and leave.

"For the record," She piped up, "Both of you guys have low EQs. I don’t think anyone of you guys should be arguing about it.."

"Come back to me when you have a high IQ." Yang Feng responded to her, glowering along the way. His eyes flickered a bit when he saw his younger sister was gaining a bit of healthy weight. There was finally some meat on her bones.

"Y-yeah well, at least I-I-..." Yang Ruqin stuttered and scrambled to find something she was better at doing. Her brother could cook better than her, was smarter than her, and was running the Underworld alongside the business world. Aha! "Well...well at least I have Feifei’s baby pictures! And a lot more friends than you because my EQ is very good!"

"I have pictures of my love from the day of her birth to every year of her birthday." He smoothly said. He left out the part where he did intensive research about her a couple of months ago. He was unaware of the mortified expression on her face. "Quality over quantity." He added on.

Yang Ruqin’s face scrunched into an angry scowl. She stomped her foot on the ground like the tantrum-throwing child she was. "That’s because I’m not creepy like you!"

"You’re just jealous." Yang Feng hummed, climbing off of the bed when he saw Zhao Lifei’s hands reaching for his ears. He already predicted what she was going to do.

"You have photos of me when I was younger? That’s so creepy!" Zhao Lifei groaned whilst facepalming herself. My goodness, what have I gotten myself into? She knew he stalked her a bit and perhaps read into her past, but she didn’t think he would hoard photos!

"How else will I show our future kids how cute their mother was when she was younger? We can even compare the similarity between our daughter and you as a kid. Wouldn’t that be cute?"

Zhao Lifei wondered who was the husband and wife in their relationship. His words were something a wife would say to her husband as an excuse for robbing his photo albums. She was speechless by how shameless he could get.

"Can you not shove dog food down my throat like that? That’s gross." Yang Ruqin didn’t like being neglected. She didn’t like not having Feifei to herself. No one understood her like Feifei.

Whenever Yang Ruqin had problems, she would always run to Zhao Lifei because the latter would never judge her or anything. Zhao Lifei would sit down with open ears and a calm mind, ready to give out the best advice she could think of. All her life, Yang Ruqin was used to having Zhao Lifei all to herself with no one coming in between them. Just like Yang Feng, she did not know how to share.

"Do you want a niece or not?" Yang Feng growled, grabbing Zhao Lifei’s waist when Yang Ruqin approached with the white bags of food.

"I do! But don’t do it in front of me! I think I’m going to be traumatized by it for the rest of my life." Yang Ruqin placed the bags of food down and fiddled with the buttons beside the bed. She had spent a long time in a different VVIP room. It was long enough for her to know there was a built-in table on the bed that allowed the patients to enjoy their meals. The ones in the VVIP room were larger, sturdier, and made from the best quality possible.

Yang Feng’s face became darker and darker with each item that Yang Ruqin pulled out of the bag. It was all greasy food packed with fat and little nutrients, but tons of flavor that would stimulate Zhao Lifei’s taste buds. He didn’t know a majority of these dishes were something Zhao Lifei and Yang Ruqin used to secretly eat after classes.

"She can’t eat this...trash." He grunted, closing every lid she opened them. "And it’s cold. Do you want her to have a stomach ache?" He snapped at her. He was dissatisfied by everything there. "Wooden chopsticks? Have you lost your mind? She could get a splinter from these! And plastic? Do you know how many chemicals are in these? Are you trying to poison my wife?!" He snarled, placing everything back into the bag.

"Yang Feng, it’s fine, I like these dishes." Zhao Lifei truthfully told him, grabbing his wrist.

"No, you’ll get sick if you eat these. You need real food made with real vegetables and herbs that will help you get better." Right on cue, a knock sounded throughout the room.

"Come in." Yang Feng said and in walked Chen Gaonan who stood out like a sore thumb in his steel cut grey suit. He was dressed like a professional businessman but was carrying enough take-out bags to be the delivery man.

"Sir, these are the dishes the chefs at home has prepared for the lady boss." Chen Gaonan would’ve been annoyed to be the delivery man if it were not for the fact that he could see his wife later when he was excused. He was hoping to have lunch with her...but when he saw the tension in the room and the two siblings ready to rip each other head off, he sighed. Guess it was time to play the babysitter.