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

'Argh! Did they come tonight just to talk about that issue once again? I'm getting tired of this already.' Tristan lamented to himself while tugging his hair.

Then Tristan suddenly remembered Zhen-Zhen.

'They must not see her.' Tristan thought to himself.

So instead to opening the door, Tristan went back to the kitchen where he left Zhen-Zhen. Her position didn't change. She was still leaning her back on the refrigerator.

Tristan approached her immediately, holding both her shoulders.

"Zhen-Zhen, I have visitors tonight. But this is not the right time for you to meet them. Can you please stay in your room and hide from them for a moment?" Tristan softly asked her. His eyes filled with worry and uncertainty.

After a while, Zhen-Zhen just nodded in agreement. "Okay. I can do that."

Tristan gave her a faint smile while touching her face. "Thank you. I will just talk to them. Please don't go out until they are gone."

With that, Tristan gently pulled her going to her room. The ringing of the doorbell continued. When they reached Zhen-Zhen's room, Tristan gave her a quick hug and said, "Don't worry Zhen-Zhen. I will send them off immediately."

Zhen-Zhen just let out a soft giggle after hearing that. 

"Remember, don't leave this room until I say so." Tristan reminded her once again.

She just bobbed her head with a smile.

Tristan stroked her hair before leaving her as he proceeded to the main door to welcome his visitors.

Tristan took a deep breath before opening the door. When his visitors came into his view, he was greeted immediately by a warm hug.

Tristan sighed deeply and asked them, "Mom, Dad?! What are you doing here?"

Tristan's father, Luke lifted his eyebrow after hearing his exasperated question as if he didn't want to see them.

"Can you at least invite us in first? What took you so long to open the door?" Luke complained. He felt like scolding his son.

"Of course, we came here to see you because we are worried about you, son." Isabelle butted in.

After returning the hug of his mother, Tristan guided his parents inside his Condo Unit. They settled down in the living room. That's when he noticed that his father was holding something.

Isabelle immediately took the paper bag from her husband and handed it over to Tristan. "We brought you dinner. I cooked your favorite dishes. I know you have not eaten your dinner yet."

Tristan's eyes brightened up after hearing that. He didn't need to order food for Zhen-Zhen and himself. His mother brought enough food for the three of them.

"Wait… why do I smell like there is something burning in your house?" Isabelle asked him curiously while peering around his house.

Tristan scratched his face while smiling sheepishly at his mother. "I messed things up in my kitchen. I tried to cook but I ended up burning the steak. I'm glad you brought food tonight. Thanks, Mom."

Isabelle giggled after she learned that. "Anything for my son. I think you need to Look for a wife now so that someone can cook for you. Tsk tsk tsk. Why is it you didn't inherit my excellent talent in cooking? Do you know that you can impress your wife if you know how to cook?"

Tristan just rolled his eyes."Mom, I think Grandpa had already influenced you. I thought he was the only one who was eager to marry me off. It turned out, you were also thinking the same thing as grandpa."

"Not only your mother. Count me in." Luke told Tristan.

Tristan just looked at his parents helplessly while the husband and wife burst out laughing after seeing Tristan's expression.

Meanwhile, Zhen-Zhen was just lying on her bed together with FaMo. She was touching her lower lip with her fingers as she recalled the kiss that they shared a while ago in the kitchen.

A warm smile was playing across her lovely face. She sat up and turned to  FaMo who was lying beside her.

"FaMo?" Zhen-Zhen called him.

FaMo immediately opened his eyes and yawned before responding to her.

"Yes, Zhen-Zhen? Do you need something?" FaMo asked her in his half sleepy state.

"I think I am addicted to Tristan's lips. I like the feeling whenever we are kissing each other." Zhen-Zhen stated truthfully.

FaMo bobbed his head and said, "Just like my master… I also heard him saying that before. He's addicted to your mother's lips. He wanted to kiss her everyday."

"Really? Hmm… then what Fa-Fa did?" Zhen-Zhen asked FaMo curiously. She was anticipating his answer.

"He always tricked your mother, seducing her." FaMo said matter-of-factly.

They were still talking when suddenly they heard someone's laughter outside the room.

"Does Tristan have visitors?" FaMo asked her. He was sleeping when the visitors arrived. He was not awakened by the doorbell.

Zhen-Zhen nodded as a response. 

"I'm curious about what they were talking about right now. But Tristan told me not to leave this room and hide from them." Zhen-Zhen sighed deeply after saying that.

FaMo just blinked his eyes while licking his paw. Now, he was acting like a real cat now. FaMo couldn't help it. Because he was pretending in front of Tristan sometimes he was mimicking the actions of the real cat. Unknowingly, those little actions became his habit now.

After observing Zhen-Zhen's curious gaze at the closed door of her room, an idea flashed in FaMo's mind.

"Zhen-Zhen, since Tristan forbids you to leave this room, do you want me to go out on your behalf? I can check them out for you to know who are his visitors and inform you afterward." FaMo suggested to her.

Zhen-Zhen's ocean-like blue eyes sparkled with delight after hearing FaMo's suggestion. She smiled brightly and nodded her head frantically.

"Yes, FaMo. I would really appreciate that. Thank you so much!" Zhen-Zhen scooped FaMo in her arms and squeezed him for a hug.

"You're really amazing FaMo. I know I can always count on you." Because of that FaMo received a gentle petting coming from Zhen-Zhen and he liked it.

"Anything for my mas-... my friend." FaMo was about to say Master but he changed it to my friend. Yes, Zhen-Zhen was his friend now, not his master.