The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

By the time Tristan had finished fixing his room, Zhen-Zhen came in together with FaMo. Zhen-Zhen noticed that the sheets and covers were new because it was different from what she could remember. It looked like Tristan changed them just now.

"Hey, you really did bring your favorite pillow," Tristan said before letting out a soft chuckle.

He saw Zhen-Zhen holding a one and a half meter long bolters pillow also known as Hotdog pillow with SpongeBob as its cover design. She looked like an adorable child while holding it with her pink set of pajamas. She was still simply pretty though.

"Yes, I did," Zhen-Zhen said, a charming smile playing across her face.

'D@mn… my wife is so cute and pretty. I wanna hug her all night.' Tristan thought to himself.

For an unknown reason, he was really excited because tonight was their first night as a married couple. He was fascinated by the fact that he was really a married man now.

Before he had never imagined that he would be able to marry another woman aside from Hannah. He had already set his mind to be single if ever he couldn't move on and forget her. 

But surprisingly, he didn't regret or even feel troubled marrying Zhen-Zhen today. Instead, he felt at ease and comfortable. Zhen-Zhen could give him that kind of security and comfort. 

He was glad he found her. The more he got to know her every day the more he became attached to her. He could also notice the changes and improvements of Zhen-Zhen day by day. 

Later on, she would become more independent and could stand on her own. He wouldn't worry too much since she was a fast learner and was able to adjust quickly to her new surroundings. 

So Tristan was positive that her family would like her especially his parents. But his only concern now was his Grandpa Lu. He was not so sure what's going on in the mind of that old man. He still couldn't figure out his own grandpa.

Meow! Meow! Meow!

Tristan was pulled out of his train of thoughts when he heard FaMo's meowing. A frown automatically appeared on his face. He forgot about FaMo.

"Will Famo sleep with us too?" Tristan asked Zhen-Zhen, hiding his dismay. He thought he would be able to have privacy with her… as in.. he and her alone in this room.

Zhen-Zhen bobbed her head to confirm it,. 

"Yes, FaMo will stay with us too. Why Tristan?" Zhen-Zhen asked him innocently, clueless of the fact that Tristan felt bothered by FaMo's presence. 

Tristan could only smile sheepishly at her and respond, "Oh, Nothing."

He didn't have the heart to tell Zhen-Zhen that FaMo should sleep in her room, not in his room with them. He was afraid that telling her that would make her upset because he knew the fact that Zhen-Zhen doted on FaMo so much that even he wanted to feel jealous of FaMo.

Aside from that, he was afraid that Zhen-Zhen would change her mind about sleeping with him if FaMo would be left behind in the other room. He knew that Zhen-Zhen always slept together with FaMo.

'But I am her husband now, not FaMo. She should sleep together with me, not FaMo,' Tristan's alter ego spoke for himself.

Tristan could only sigh deeply before pulling Zhen-Zhen towards their bed. "Okay, Zhen, let's go to bed now and sleep."

He let her climb on the bed first. Then he crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming relaxed and comfortable.

"Should I turn off the lights now?" Tristan asked her.

Zhen-Zhen shook her head. She wanted to watch his face with the lights on for a while. Tristan felt the same way as her. 

Seeing her up close while they were lying on the bed, Tristan was not sleepy at all but full of energy and excitement.

Zhen-Zhen turned to face him, her tantalizing blue eyes meeting his hazel eyes. Both of them were lying sideways while facing each other, gentle smile plastered on their faces. No one was talking between them, they just remained silent while staring at each other.

Tristan couldn't help himself but raise his hand to caress her face. Unable to resist the urge, he followed his heart and did what he was dying to do to her right now. 

Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close, his lips seeking hers hungrily. And just like that, they had forgotten about FaMo's presence once again. 

Zhen-Zhen closed her eyes as she savored the moment. Her mind became hazy. Chills ran over her skin and fire burnt inside her the moment she felt his hand touching her bare skin. Tristan had already slid his hand underneath her blouse.

His body pressed closer to her. Zhen-Zhen wrapped her one arm around his neck. She responded with eagerness as she tightened her hold onto him. Tristan's hand started to roam at her back, tracing her spine as it slid up at the back of her neck. 

He pulled her head closer, deepening the kiss as his warm lips sucking onto hers. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth violently, clashing against her tongue. Both of them were battling with each other, tasting and sucking each other's sweetness.

Zhen-Zhen felt herself breathless and consumed before the end of their passionate kiss, yielding to the intensity of his kiss and the firmness of his touch. At that certain moment, his lips left hers and wandered to her neck, sending her heartbeat into a frenzy.

Tristan began to unbutton her blouse. But before he could remove all the buttons, he felt something landed in the middle of them, scratching the back of his palm.

"Aah!" Tristan grunted, retreating his head from Zhen-Zhen's neck and pulling his arm to check it.

"Tristan, what's wrong?" Zhen-Zhen immediately sat up when she heard his groan. She looked at him worriedly only to find out that FaMo was already standing in the middle of them.