Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yan Qingsi replied casually with disdain on her face, “Oh, thanks.”

“Is that all?”

‘Click’ Yan Qingsi turned on the lights over the headboard of her bed.

The warm light was a contrast to Yan Qingsi’s blazing eyes. “What exactly do you want? Have sex?” she asked scornfully.

Yan Qingsi’s tongue was covered with wounds from the incident earlier. She had only felt the headache when she woke up just now.

As her head got clearer, she could feel the dull pain coming from her tongue. It hurt so much, especially when she talked and the side of her teeth brushed against her tongue.

Yue Tingfeng was fuming inside, he was struggling to talk. “You… Yan Qingsi, aren’t you grateful at all?”

He was a man with raging hormones. Of course he wanted to sleep with Yan Qingsi! But, how could Yan Qingsi have said it so casually when he could not even bring himself to say it out loud. He felt humiliated.

“Yo, Mr. Yue. Don’t act all innocent now. I’m not into it. I’m not all pure and naive. I’m also ungrateful so don’t expect me to thank you,” Yan Qingsi jeered.

Although she was thankful that Yue Tingfeng rescued her, she could never forget what had happened before. She could not move on from it.

Yue Tingfeng was burning inside. He could explode, but then he saw Yan Qingsi’s tired face. Her eyes were red and her lips were pursed. He had to swallow his anger.

Yue Tingfeng nodded. “Alright, you’re not innocent but I am. Is that ok? Let’s sleep!”

He turned around and pulled the blanket over himself. His back facing Yan Qingsi. Obviously, he was sick of her.

Yan Qingsi rolled her eyes. She peeped at the time. It was 4 o’clock in the morning.

Yan Qingsi laid down but she could not sleep. She could not stop thinking of the dangerous situation that they were in.

Yes, it was true that she had to thank Yue Tingfeng.

But Yan Qingsi could not say it out loud. She was not being emotional. She hated this man a lot and remembers very vividly how he humiliated her.

Yan Qingsi and Yue Tingfeng were lying down with their backs against each other. It was like the other day at Yue Tingfeng’s house. Each one of them was asleep at both sides of the bed, leaving a huge gap in between them.

Yan Qingsi shut her eyes. Images of Xu Qianxi floated into her thoughts. What should she do with this lady?

She should not let that prick go so easily.

Yan Qingsi’s mind was spinning fast, plotting all sorts of plans. She would be sorry for herself if she did not make Xu Qianxi pay for what happened.

Suddenly, she felt a weight on her waist. It was Yue Tingfeng’s long arm.

Yan Qingsi, motherf*cker!

“Aren’t you pure and innocent? Don’t you come over.”

“What could be more innocent than chit-chatting under the blanket? Let’s sleep,” Yue Tingfeng mocked.

Yan Qingsi laughed coldly. She turned around and wrapped her hands around his p*nis.

Yue Tingfeng gasped. His breathing was getting heavier and quicker.

“Try to resist it if you might,” Yan Qingsi said playfully.

Yue Tingfeng clenched his teeth. His veins popped up on his forehead as he tried very hard to assert self-control. “I…”

The lady was in his arms. Sexy as hell—akin to a vixen. He had her on his mind for days already.

He was like someone that tried to go on a diet and but was enticed with a delicious slab of meat. How could he resist the heavenly smell? Should he eat it or not?

All his effort would be flushed down the drain if he eats it, but if he does not eat it he would feel so sorry for missing out.

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‘I saved her but she did not even thank me. So ungrateful! I’m so handsome. She sure doesn’t know what she has been missing out!’ the Yue mogul thought.