Zhao Wenjin was a weak-minded man who easily blurted everything out. Though, it did take a while with few missing body parts and a severely beaten body.
Yang Feng had everything he needed. Zhao Wenjin kidnapped Zhao Lifei due to the public humiliation he faced. He could not keep his daughter in control and wanted to do it through different means, but after he caught word that there was a man looking for her, offering an enormous sum of money just to obtain her, Zhao Wenjin decided to kill two birds with one stone.
After endless torturing, Zhao Wenjin finally concluded that he did not know the identity of the man looking for his eldest daughter. He did not know if the man was a dangerous person, a pervert, or a sick freak, yet he did not hesitate at the idea of selling her.
Yang Feng decided he had extracted all of the information he needed from Zhao Wenjin. The next step was to ponder on what he should do with the pathetic, squabbling man in front of him.
He turned to Chen Gaonan, "Go search for that man."
'The moon is high, the tides pass by, the battlefield is soaked in red…'
'The snow falls as I raise a cup to the war casualties.'
Chen Gaonan blinked at the ring tone. He recognized this song, as his wife constantly hummed it when it was newly released. Coincidentally, it was Zhao Lifei's favorite song.
Yang Feng's desolate eyes landed on Chen Gaonan who quickly scrambled out of the door to fulfill the order.
Yang Feng studied Zhao Wenjin's pitiful and sorry state for a while before he wordlessly stood up and left the room without turning back. What's done is done. The only thing left for him to do was to search for the mysterious man now.
He picked up his phone and the melody known as her voice came through.
"Yang Feng, are you coming home for dinner tonight? I...I cooked tonight." Zhao Lifei said while adding in the soy sauce and tasting the flavors.
Yang Feng's heart melted, "Of course." He wondered if he would frequently come home to her cooking now that they're married. The idea of coming home to a table filled with food, surrounded by his children and his lovely wife, was a fantasy that he wanted to come true.
Growing up, he was accompanied by his grandfather but most of his dinners were spent eating alone. He lived in his grandfather's enormous estate, where he often ate in his room. Nothing was more depressing than the clicks of the chopsticks, the servants waiting upon him in the corner of the room, and the food that was decently cooked, but bland and tasteless to him. Even with the different arrays of meat, vegetables, and seafood, turning the table into a world of colors, to him, it was all a grey mush.
"I will finish cooking within thirty minutes. Don't come home too late, okay?" Zhao Lifei went to prepare the vegetable stir-fry where she added in some oyster sauce, fish sauce, garlic, and then a tiny sprinkle of sugar to balance the saltiness.
"I'm already on my way home." Yang Feng had planned to stay here till a bit later to finalize everything, but now that he knew his wife was already home, he was eager to return back to her.
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Zhao Lifei gulped when she saw the blackened dessert. How can one burn milk pudding to this extent?! She expected to see a flawless bowl of white, silky smooth and soft pudding, not this lump of coal.
The sound of a car pulling to the front entrance startled her. She grabbed the metal grab without the oven mittens and burned herself in the process.
CLANK!
The metal tray fell out of her hands, loudly falling onto the floor.
Yang Feng was midway taking off his coat when he heard the commotion in the public kitchen. His heart was drumming in fear when he dashed for the swinging door, only to see a woman huddled over spilt...ink? He watched as she poked it before letting out a cry of frustration before picking up the paper towel.
"Don't touch it." Yang Feng grabbed her fingers before it touched the floor. "Leave it to the servants." He told her, whisking her out of the kitchen and into the dining hall where all of the dishes seemingly glistened. The savory aroma flooded his senses as he swallowed hard. Everything looked absolutely delicious.
"The milk pudding…" Zhao Lifei grumbled, turning her head back to see that the maids were already working on cleaning up her mess.
"You want milk pudding? I'll make it for you." Yang Feng let out a light laugh. "Next time, leave the desserts to me." He wondered how every part of her could be so sweet, yet she failed to bake sweets. He shook his head at the irony.
Zhao Lifei recognized this déjà vu situation, a warm feeling spreading across her chest. "I need to learn how to bake sooner or later. What if our…"—Children wanted cookies? Her face turned bright pink at the idea. They've yet to make love and here she was, constantly thinking about having his children. She did not think her fear would disperse that quickly. Was it the effect of being madly in love with someone?
"If what?" He asked her as he pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and he pushed her in. He grabbed the table cloth, set it down on her lap, kissed her cheek and went to sit on the opposite side of her.
"Nothing. The food is getting cold. Hurry up and eat." She responded, ignoring his coy smile.
"If our children wanted cookies in the future, I will make it for them." He easily read her mind, his smile becoming a teasing one when her blush traveled to her ears and chest.
"Worry about yourself. They'll enjoy my hockey pucks."
Yang Feng warmly laughed. He did not want his kids to go through the pain of eating their mother's burnt cookies.
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Laying in bed and entangled in each other's arms, Zhao Lifei could feel the rumble of Yang Feng's chest as he spoke to her in a low voice, smooth as chocolate. "When will we hold our ceremony?"
Zhao Lifei ran her fingers over his chest, burying her head into it. "When we get our blessings."
"We already have the ones from the most important people."
"I want to earn it myself." Zhao Lifei knew he was referring to Elder Yang and Zhao Moyao. The only reason why she got Elder Yang's blessings was because Yang Feng lied for her sake. She wanted to acquire it with the truth this time.
"Our marriage will be prosperous and harmonious even without blessings." He stubbornly said while his one hand played with the silky strands of her dark hair. He twirled some in his fingers before kissing the top of her head. If he could have it his way, he wouldn't mind getting married at the end of the week.
"Yes, but traditions are important."
"Tradition is peer pressure from the dead."
"Don't steal lines from books." She scoffed, rolling her eyes."Besides, there's so much that needs to be done. I've yet to introduce you to my grandmother." She smiled up at him, not noticing the way his heart skipped a beat upon seeing her.
Suddenly, she found herself lying on her back, Yang Feng hovering over her. "What is it?" She whispered when she saw the way his eyes mischievously glistened in the dark.
She gasped when his lips crashed against hers in a fiery and passionate kiss. He nipped her bottom lip, tugging and sucking at it. He tasted faintly of honey and oranges, a taste that was too sweet and addicting. His soft suctioning while their lips feverishly molded against each other turned her mind into mush. One hand traveled to her waist, while the other teasingly grazed the top of her breast. Without warning, he massaged one, a gasp leaving her mouth, just as he dove his tongue into it. Their tongues met and she could not fight against his dominance, eventually succumbing to him.
Her fingers entwined themselves into his hair, angling it for a deeper kiss. She let out a quiet moan, the sound evoking a low growl from him.
Her body hummed and she could feel something warm and hot pooling in her lower body.
"Yang Feng..." She breathed out against his lips, pulling back from the kiss. His eyes were darkened and blazing with a strange emotion.
"Wai-" He didn't listen. Instead, he kissed her again. This time harder than before. His kiss was suddenly rough then sweet and back to lustful again. It left her brain hazy and confused. She could not bring herself to resist him and together, their lips mated. She glued her body against his, arching her back, whilst her nimble and hot tongue hungrily traced his.
Yang Feng was losing himself to the little seductress in his arms. He could feel his shaft grow hard and stiff within seconds. All he could think about was her and filling her body with him.
He pulled back from the kiss to let her breath. She let out a tiny moan in complaint, the sound prompting him to kiss her again. But he resisted it and trailed his lips down her small chin to her neck, lavishing the area with suckling kisses that would leave bright red marks behind.
Zhao Lifei could feel something hard and large poking her lower stomach and she finally realized this session would go too far if she did not stop now. The thought flew out the window when he began to pull her shirt down. Her breath hitched in anticipation, and she glanced down to see his eyes were staring at her all along, never once breaking away from her gaze. She felt her heart at her throat. Seeing the intense desire he had for her and the way his eyes seemed to burn in the dark, her body tingled. She could not look away from him. She expected his mouth to trail lower as it had done before. She wanted him to do it again. The sensation from last time was explosive and addicting, something she had never felt before.
"Let's stop here." He whispered, after noticing both of their eyes were ignited with a dangerous flame. He could not afford to lose control here, despite the fact that his member was begging him to enter and explore the world she had down there.
Zhao Lifei wanted to protest but when he pressed his hips against hers, the same thing poking her again, she knew they had to stop. She bobbed her head, her body shaking a bit when she realized something. 'Why...Why was it so large?'
Yang Feng laid back down onto the bed. Automatically, Zhao Lifei nestled herself in his arm, using him as a body pillow. She slung her leg over him and wisely kept it away from his...friend. It did not take long for her to fall into a blissful sleep that was not plagued with nightmares, as long as he was holding her.