Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

Zhao Lifei awakened to hints of a savory and delicious scent in the air. Her stomach growled as she sniffed.

Tiredly, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her gaze was hazy as she felt around the bed for her phone but then realized this was not her bed. She instantly panicked and snapped out of her dazed state.

Her eyes scanned the enormous room she was in. She took in the coat hanger by the door, the minimalist furniture, and the elegant masculinity of the room. She was definitely in a man's room. For a second, her panic grew.

Fortunately, she quickly remembered the events from yesterday. From Yang Feng nearly collapsing because of his allergy, to the intimate way he hugged her while he slept in the car ride back to his home, and the arduous task of dragging him upstairs to his room. She remembered falling asleep on his couch. But how did she get into his bed?

Frowning to herself, she threw off the covers and stood up. When she saw she was still wearing the same clothes and that her undergarments were still intact, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was a gentleman and didn't attempt to change her clothes when she was unconscious.

She wore the slippers by the door and pulled the door open. The delightful smell was stronger now. Her stomach grumbled at the idea of food.

She followed the scent of food, and on her way to the dining area, she couldn't help but marvel at Yang Feng's house. It was enormous and the contemporary design was a perfect blend of wealth and minimalism, similar to what she saw from his room. She assumed that the house was also designed with the help of a Feng Shui [1] master, seeing the auspiciousness of the layout. The view outside the massive windows is of a vast garden with a water fountain as a focal point.

'As expected of a CEO.' She sighed to herself.

When she finally reached the kitchen, Zhao Lifei felt her throat run dry at the sight of Yang Feng cooking.

It was obvious he had been cooking for a while now, as his slightly messy hair was swept back and a few strands were sticking to the little sweat on his face. Dressed in a fitted white V-neck shirt, it showed off his perfect figure. As he cooked, his muscles would slightly bulge. His sweatpants were hanging dangerously low on his hips, nearly revealing his deep V-line.

She wondered if it was even humanly possible to look this good in the morning. For goodness sake, how was one able to look this good while cooking?!

Zhao Lifei felt like a slob. She knew her hair and clothes weren't in the best condition in comparison to his 25/8 Adonis appearance.

"You're awake." Yang Feng said when he turned around while holding a pan in his hand. In the other was a wooden spatula that was ready to flip the pancake.

"I wasn't sure what you usually ate for breakfast, so I made a little bit of everything." He explained, pointing to the table filled with food. There were congee, fried rice, breakfast noodles, french toast, and eggs in its' different forms.

She warily stared at him. Seriously, why was he so perfect? Was he born that way? She couldn't help but feel strange around him.

"Breakfast isn't ready yet. I still have to finish cooking the pancakes and waffles. But in the meantime, Pei Qing can show you to the bathroom." Just then, a young woman stepped forward. She was dressed in a black and white uniform suitable for a maid. At first glance, she radiated a glow that was too strong to be a simple maid.

Zhao Lifei paused when she saw how beautiful this woman was. She looked adorable with her small face, doe eyes, and a smile that shows off her dimples. A man like Yang Feng would definitely have higher qualifications than a normal employer. She wondered whether physical looks were part of the hiring criteria.

When Zhao Lifei didn't answer him, he raised a brow. Was everything too much for her? It's just breakfast, and her frail body needs a lot more food. She seem to be overthinking something.

"Is everything alright?" He set the pan down and approached her, staring down at her. He once again mused at her height that barely reached his chin.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She nodded, taking a few steps back to create some distance between them.

Yang Feng's lips twitched. She always seemed eager to get away from him that it was beginning to bother him. Did she not like him? Is that what it was?

He internally sighed before lifting his head to nod at Pei Qing. He knew it would take a while for her to open up to him, seeing she was really wary around unfamiliar men.

Picking up the signal of her boss, Pei Qing began to guide Zhao Lifei towards the guest bathroom. "This way, miss."

Zhao Lifei wordlessly followed the maid until the kitchen and dining room was out of sight. As she walked with the maid, she noticed the woman's rigid back.

Pei Qing angrily ground her teeth. She had worked for him for three years now and never had she seen him bring a woman home. She did everything she could to make Yang Feng happy in hopes of climbing her way into his bed. However, she never made it as far as to touch the material on his bed because she wasn't even part of the trusted list of servants that can enter his bedroom. As a matter of fact, Yang Feng didn't seem bothered by her antics. She wasn't even sure he realized she was seducing him!

He never cared for other women aside from his little sister and mother, but this time around, he brought a female guest home! And on her first visit, she even got to stay the entire night in his bedroom! To add the final blow, he spend the entire morning cooking her all kinds of breakfast — something he rarely did.

Pei Qing was lucky she walked ahead of Zhao Lifei so that she could hide the scowl on her face. She had seen the way Zhao Lifei blatantly distanced herself from Yang Feng even though he seemed smitten by her.

Annoyed and angered, she forgot about the reflective windows that revealed her expression.

Zhao Lifei saw the maid's angered expression. She didn't need to be a genius to figure out she was one of the maids who thought they were in a fairytale and that they could hoodwink their rich employer to shower them with riches using their bodies.

She frowned, nearly crossing her arms. The maid can try all she wants to seduce him. As long as she's polite towards Zhao Lifei, she was willing to ignore it. But there was a gnawing feeling within her that was beginning to grow annoyed at the idea. She tilted her head in confusion at the sudden burst of anger.