Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yue Tingfeng gnashed his teeth after hearing those words. Yan Qingsi seemed to suggest that the money she earned was to support him.

He was the grand young master of the Yue family, yet in her words, he was like her gigolo.

Yue Tingfeng asked bitterly, “Hey Yan Qingsi, can you not be like that?”

She tilted her head to the side and smiled before throwing herself on him and said, “So be it then if you don’t want the coins. You’re not gonna get anything more than that.”

“You…”

After a few moments, Yue Tingfeng spat out, “Get back in the car.”

He shoved Yan Qingsi back in, closed the door, and got up. Having started the engine, he was about to leave when Yan Qingsi pressed down on him and said, “Reverse the car a bit.”

Yue Tingfeng’s mind went blank. He looked cynically at Yan Qingsi then looked behind him and spotted the car parked right behind them.

His expression gradually became colder. Every single time he was with Yan Qingsi, he noticed his sanity gradually slipping away, because all his energy was forever directed onto that woman.

She, on the other hand, focused her energy on more than just him.

He glared icily at her and said, “Heh… you were just using me to get back at her.”

Yan Qingsi flicked her hair and gazed into his eyes. “It isn’t the first time I’ve done that anyway. Just get used to it. You can choose not to play along and tell her that I’m using you to rile her up.”

As soon as she finished her sentence, Yue Tingfeng reversed the car abruptly.

Whether a person is a skilled driver or not can be assessed through their reversing skills. Although Yue Tingfeng had long given up racing, his skills were still exemplary.

Yan Qingsi was not wearing a seatbelt, so inertia jerked her body and nearly caused her to smash her head on the door.

In an instant, his car was lined up perfectly beside the other car. Yue Tingfeng’s car windows had also been lowered.

Yue Tingfeng shot Yan Qingsi a cold glance.

She then smiled and took out her powder case. Aiming for the window of the car beside them, she threw the powder case as hard as she possibly could.

There was a loud thud, but whoever that was inside the car did not give any response.

Yan Qingsi smiled. ‘Still stubborn.’

She grabbed a Pixiu ¹  ornament from the dashboard and was ready to throw it towards the other car’s window when it began lowering to reveal Yan Ruke’s pale-white face.

Yan Qingsi put the ornament down and flashed a sweet smile to Yan Ruke. “Auntie! What a coincidence. We spoke over the phone in the afternoon and here I am meeting you! We’re fated, aren’t we, my dear aunt?”

Yan Ruke’s eyes were blood-red. She wished she could just skin Yan Qingsi alive there and then. ‘Why must such a worthless person like her exist in this world?’

She was so angry that her voice was trembling. “Yan Qingsi… You slut, it won’t end well for you…”

Yan Qingsi cocked an eyebrow. “But… your man loves a slut like me.”

She turned to look at the stone-cold Yue Tingfeng, “Am I right, Uncle?”

Her mellow and seductive voice was like a knot tied eighteen times.

Yue Tingfeng’s facial expression gradually turned sour. Deep within his ink-black pupils lay a bone-chilling coldness.

Just when Yan Qingsi thought Yue Tingfeng would not let her have her way, he embraced her and began kissing down fervently.

He seemed to have vented his feelings when he kissed her so violently. There was no trace of gentleness in the entire act at all.

She could feel the fire of his seething anger as if he wanted to devour and masticate her so she would stop all her naughty little tricks.

Her lips were numbingly hot, but she pretended as though she was completely into it.

After a while, Yue Tingfeng let go of her and pinched her chin. “You little vixen. Are you satisfied now?”

Yan Qingsi nodded. “I’m really satisfied. In fact, this satisfaction will be the death of me…”