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Yang Feng’s face changed a bit. "Yes, he does, but that’s a story for another time." He preferred not to remember the image of his best assassin wagging his tail to his younger sister. It was a peculiar sight, one that ended up very disastrously. Needless to say, the man was not allowed to be near Yang Ruqin, not that she would want to be with him either.

Zhao Lifei hummed in reply, her eyes glancing towards the spot where the Ferrari previously stood. She made up her mind to ask Yang Ruqin about him.

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"My mother’s birthday is approaching in a week." Yang Feng began while slicing the filet mignon cooked in butter and rosemary. After thoroughly cutting it into bite-size pieces, he switched the plate with Zhao Lifei’s half-cut steak.

"She wants us to attend, but of course, if you do not want to, we do not have to step foot in that place." He surveyed her unfazed expression and could see the engines in her head. Preferably, he did not want to attend such a boring occasion, since the banquet was usually too extravagant and noisy to his liking. He preferred to see his mother a day or so before the birthday banquet to give her the gifts and greetings.

Zhao Lifei was not a fan of banquets anymore, but for the sake of Madam Yang, she reluctantly nodded her head. "I do not see a problem in attending."

Yang Feng’s lips twitched, his brows creasing together. "Do not feel pressured to attend just for the sake of giving face. You do not need my parents’ or for that matter anyone else’s acceptance."

’Well, I don’t want to become Xia Mengxi.’ She thought to herself. To this day, the young woman still refused to step a foot in the Zheng Main Mansion, where Madam and Master Zheng resided. After so many failed attempts of gaining their favor, the female lead learned the harsh way that she would never be accepted, for her background would never be good enough. After all, she was whisked into wealth, not born into it.

"It’s fine, I want to attend." She lied through her teeth, her lips blooming into a pleasant smile.

Yang Feng saw right past her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now stop distracting me from this perfectly cooked meal." She chided him, averting her gaze. She was not a fan of banquets, especially one as grand as the one Fan Jielan would throw. However, she needed allies on her side, and Fan Jielan seemed to be the perfect one.

Halfway through their meal, Zhao Lifei’s phone buzzed. She checked and saw it was a message from Zhao Moyao.

[Grumpy Gramps: The Annual Ning Auction will be held in five days. Are you going to attend?]

Zhao Lifei thought about it. She glanced at Yang Feng whose eyes were intently staring at her. When their eyes met, he smirked a bit before going back to his meal. She could feel her stomach flutter at the mischievously handsome expression on his face. She contemplated asking him to attend with her but then decided against it. If he went with her, he would buy everything she gave the smallest glance at.

[Xiao Fei: Is this the charity one?]

[Grumpy Gramps: Yes.]

[Xiao Fei: Alright, I’ll be there.]

Zhao Lifei decided it would be a good chance to grab a gift for Fan Jielan there. The Auction would be showcasing everything ranging from antique paintings from the medieval era to finely-crafted pieces of jewelry that women would die over.

"Our project for the retirement homes is going smoothly." Yang Feng stated when he believed she was too engrossed in that stupid phone of hers. Damn it, it was stealing their precious time together. Seeing that discreet smile on her face, he wanted to chuck the thing out the window.

"Don’t forget the rates we concluded." She mused, revealing a dimple-smile when his face soured at the event of being cornered by her.

"Of course, how could I forget such a defeat?" He roughly stabbed the steak and aggressively chewed it.

"A defeat?" She chuckled, "Who said you had a chance to begin with?" She quirked a brow, highly amused at his words. When his eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at her, the smile widened. "Aw, don’t be such a sore loser."

"My money is your money." He pettily said, slicing through his meat as if it were butter.

Zhao Lifei wrinkled her nose. "You can keep your money to yourself. I don’t want it."

"Well, sucks to tell you, but it’s yours now." Yang Feng let out a peal of warm laughter, throaty and genuine. Deep like the ocean, calm as the tides on a morning, it softened her expressions.

He thought back to the face she made at the marriage bureau when it was announced to her how much money was in his bank account. She refused to even touch a penny of his money, even when he offered to give every last drop of it to her. The fortune he possessed was enough to buy out a large kingdom and all the treasures it had to offer. Too bad for her though, it was all hers now.

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WARNING: NSFW content ahead. It does not contain major plot details, so if you feel uncomfortable with sexual content, please skip!

Since both of their schedules were beyond-free today, they spent the rest of their day lounging throughout the house. Soon, night approached and Zhao Lifei was prepared to go to bed. She stepped out of the shower and found him on the bed, reading a book, freshly showered like her.

She climbed onto the bed and laid on her side, expecting to sleep, but Yang Feng had different plans. It began with him trailing his fingers gently over her exposed arms, sending shivers down her spine. Then his feather-soft fingers were replaced with his lips that pressed soft kisses against her skin.

He turned her onto her back and without warning, collided their lips together. Her eyes widened in shock before they slowly shut themselves, heavily immersed in his warm and addicting lips. He kissed her deeply and then trailed his lips down a path to the cranny of her neck, licking the area before sucking upon it, biting the spot, leaving a bright red mark. While he created another mark on the other side of her neck, his hands slid up her waist and gently cupped her breast, waiting for her to reject his advances.

Her breath hitched and after three seconds when she did not push him away, he gave it a firm squeeze. She let out a gasp when his fingers inched its way to the straps of her nightgown, tugging it down to reveal her assets.

He peppered kisses upon the valley of her chest and suddenly, his mouth latched onto her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, a loud pleasurable moan escaped her lips. Her fingers entwined into his hair when he teased her nipple with his teeth before opening his slick, hot mouth and latching upon it, sucking it hard, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

She tugged at his hair while the other latched upon his strong shoulder blades, feeling his muscles clench when he moved. She thought of pushing him away, but when his mouth moved to her other breast and sucked hard upon the nipple, she clung onto him tighter.

The sucking and his hot wet tongue smothered any sound of protest as she completely withered in pleasure underneath him. Her uneven breathing, resembling small pants, only heightened his passion.

"Y-Yang Feng..." She quietly moaned, tugging at his hair.

His eyes darkened incredibly and without warning, the skimpy dress was tugged all the way down, stopping just an inch or two above her womanhood. He raised his head and latched his mouth against her lips, muffling her cries when their tongues clashed against each other. She tried to wrestle against his tongue that explored every part of her mouth, but to no avail, she was completely dominated by him.

He pulled back a bit and in a hoarse, thick voice, said, "I’m going to try something new." He pushed her hair back, to reveal more of her face. "If you do not like it, tell me to stop immediately. Okay?" He gently said, watching as her eyes widened in confusion.

"Answer me." He whispered against her lips, pecking it and waiting for her to reply. He did not want to forcefully intrude her, even though his rod desperately wanted to explore the pink heaven beneath.

"Okay." She whispered, unsure about what he would do. However, she trusted him and because of that, she was willing to try it.

With her permission, he initiated a new stage of their relationship. He maintained eye contact with her as he pulled the dress even lower, slipping it off of her. She was trembling and shaking, mainly in anticipation and nervousness.

He tossed the clothing aside and still kept his eyes leveled with hers. When his fingers rested upon her hips, right upon the laced underwear, her legs clamped shut, but with him nestled between them, she could not do so fully.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked her upon sensing her hesitation. He was worried, especially when he sensed this could be an extremely sensitive topic.

She shyly shook her head, her cheeks flaming at the same time, especially when her eyes came in contact with his hungry ones that could devour her whole.

The hand on his shoulder moved to the blankets, clenching it tightly. He did not like that and instead, grabbed the hand, preventing her from holding onto something. He wanted her to dive straight into the pleasure, not try to fight against it. With nothing to hold onto, she could only clench her fingers and succumb to what he will do next.