Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 593: V465: Wedding night. 2000

Late night.

Sleeping in the bed she had had all to herself for two years, Qiu Zhi looked at Feng Chengjin, who was currently perched on top of her, eager to do that thing.

Her face flushed so much she didn’t know what to say.

Pushing his body away, she was truly a bit reluctantly resistant.

"No, this is a courtyard house. It’s particularly quiet here. Normally, you can hear anyone coughing in this area. The house is brick and wood, not very soundproof. My parents’ bedroom is next door, and this is a solid wood bed. If you move like this, it’ll make noise."

Qiu Zhi was unbearably anxious, and Feng Chengjin was similarly oppressed with restless eagerness.

Honestly, having been pent up for nearly ten years, who could endure it on their wedding night? Especially with his wife smelling so sweet, getting close for a whiff was more pleasant than any Chanel or Dior perfume.

At this moment, Feng Chengjin had also just showered and was wearing blue ice-silk pajamas he wasn’t quite used to, covering up his shyness but unable to conceal the warmth and intimacy of his skin touching Qiu Zhi’s. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

So, his whole body was ignited with desire, utterly uncontrollable.

After all, how could he control it?

Every time he had wanted to get close in the past, it felt like his entire bloodstream was set on fire, driven by the urge to possess and consume the woman he loved.

This feeling of being legally bound was akin to the grand Three Gorges Dam suddenly releasing water, a dormant volcano erupting in fury.

Plus, the air was filled with Qiu Zhi’s light sweet fragrance.

For a moment, Feng Chengjin’s Adam’s apple rolled, and the back of his neck tightened. Instead of completely stripping Qiu Zhi’s pajamas for a mutual visual and sensory feast, he only moved in a limited range, removing her small underwear and pulling down his pajama pants under the covers, which was quite restrained.

He grabbed Qiu Zhi’s hands, pinned them on either side of the pillow, and lowered his head, unable to stop himself from seizing her orchid lips. "What are you afraid of? We’re married now. Who can say it’s wrong to want this on our wedding night?"

"It’s not about right or wrong, but it will make noise—it won’t work..."

"I’ll just be gentler. Zixuan, this position won’t be too noisy, and the solid wood bed isn’t as flimsy as you think it is." His lips trailed down her neck.

Qiu Zhi couldn’t help laughing and crying. How did it seem like he intended to break the bed with a bit more force?

Struggling with her body, she insisted, "Cheng Jin, it really won’t work."

But then Feng Chengjin fiercely sealed her lips, and as their eyes met, she could see his dark pupils filled with a dim flame.

In a hoarse voice, he said, "You can’t say it won’t work. Even if it won’t, it has to. You’re my wife now, and I can do whatever I want."

Then he completely unleashed the domineering CEO style tempered over the past two years, indiscriminately and with abandon...

...

Meanwhile, from the other bedroom came faint moans and the sound of the solid wood bed repeatedly colliding with the wall.

Occasionally, there were a few cries from their daughter that she couldn’t suppress.

In this bedroom, Gu Qingfeng opened his eyes wide and exchanged awkward, blushing glances with his wife, Qiu Yuan.

The noise was quite unsettling, and after a while, Gu Qingfeng got out of bed, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and smoked on the couch to muffle the sound.

But at such a distance, it didn’t really help much.

So, the couple, unable to sleep anyway, began to chat instead.

Naturally, Gu Qingfeng was the first to speak, sighing as he held his cigarette butt. "We raised such a grown daughter, and even He Qimo never dared to touch her like this. Now, in the end, she’s been deflowered by someone else."

It seems to be a mentality shared by fathers everywhere. No matter how old their daughter is, when she’s really bullied by another man for the first time, there’s always something they can’t let go of deep in their heart.

However, this metaphor made Qiu Yuan laugh. Sitting upright, dressed in a light purple ice-silk nightgown, her long chestnut curls elegantly draped over her shoulders, she looked more beautiful than most women in their forties at home.

She glanced at Gu Qingfeng and said, "Why does it sound like you’re saying we’ve spent a season growing cabbages only for them to be spoiled by something?"

Qiu Yuan didn’t want to say "pigs," thinking it was too crude.

But Gu Qingfeng understood. In fact, if it weren’t for his high level of education, at this point, he would definitely want to use this crude but truthful saying for an analogy.

Really! When his daughter married He Qimo, they held a small banquet, and even when she moved into the He Family, he felt nothing, out of sight, out of mind.

But now, hearing his daughter... by a man...

He truly felt, in that moment, as if Feng Chengjin was a pig eager to devour the precious cabbage he had painstakingly raised.

Even though Feng Chengjin might be the most exceptional pig among boars, he couldn’t bear it...

Gu Qingfeng felt heartache, unable to let go.

In his hesitation, he really couldn’t understand how Feng Jingguo could endure living with his son, daughter-in-law, and daughter together every day.

Qiu Yuan looked at him, then laughed and went to make a cup of tea, saying, "What’s done is done, just accept it. Whether or not the Feng Family agrees is another matter. If the Feng Family doesn’t acknowledge our daughter, they’re likely to stay here long-term, possibly disturbing us regularly. Besides, think of it this way: they’re giving us grandchildren, and you’ll have new hearts to dote on, won’t you?"

"..." Gu Qingfeng fell into silence, his expression gloomy. Yet, Qiu Yuan seemed to hit the mark, and thinking of the possibility of grandchildren as adorable as his daughter, Gu Qingfeng nodded seriously. "I guess that’s one way to look at it..."

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Little Drama Extra ②:

Who would have thought, twenty-five years later.

Faced with his extremely beautiful granddaughter Feng Yucheng, even the most troublesome Zhou Huimei from the He Family was trying all means to win her favor so she would marry into their He Family.

Even the most traditional Feng Jingguo sat in a wheelchair, nodding frequently, growing fonder of the He family’s young boy, eager to marry his granddaughter to him.

Within the entire family dynamic, Gu Qingfeng became the next most reluctant troublemaker after Feng Chengjin.

Especially, hitting the ground with a cane, Gu Qingfeng was furious, "What’s so good about that kid from the He Family, Little Hetao? Not to mention he’s your mom’s ex-husband’s son, your relationship can’t lead to marriage. Spreading that word would create such chaos, it’s disgraceful. And that brat hasn’t even proposed yet and dares to sleep in your room and have relations! Why would you want a man who can’t control himself?"

Feng Yucheng blinked her big eyes, not understanding why her grandpa was rambling. Weren’t her parents each other’s first marriage? Where did an ex-husband’s relationship come into this?

Even if there was...

Thinking of He Yunshen (Little Hetao), who was almost as exceptional as her brother Feng Yuzhe in Rong City, she raised her chin slightly and said, "I just want him; I like this kind! His way of treating me shows he likes me, Grandpa. It’s not you choosing a son-in-law, why bother?"

Instantly, Gu Qingfeng felt so furious he could almost spit blood...