Daddy CEO's Beloved Wife

Her eyes lit up.

Her hands continued to go downwards, or at this position where she was carried over his shoulder, above her head. Her slender and smooth fingers wriggled like a pervert's and finally, it ascended to touch the perky buttocks belonging to a man.

"...?"

Song Yu Han's hand which was around the door knob stopped. He was certain that no one has ever done this kind of thing to him in his entire life. Only Ran Xueyi, who was drunk and confused right now, was very brave to do this.

Frowning a little bit, she wondered why it wasn't as soft as she thought it would. Though it still has its own kind of softness, it was still quite different to how her own softness felt.

Was it because this person was taller than her?

But thinking about it again, she thought that it would be great if hers could turn into this kind of softness too since she wouldn't hurt herself if she ended up falling on her butt someday.

Feeling the perky muscles becoming taut at her touch, Ran Xueyi giggled and grinned once again.

"Are you having fun?"

She nodded her head vigorously. "Yes! Lots of it!"

--BAM!

Before she could understand where the noise was coming from, the door in front of Song Yu Han was kicked open. Initially, he planned to unlock it through a technique he learned from a thief in the past, but after those hands sinned, he decided against it and completely and forcefully kicked the door wide open.

"What is that? Did someone shoot a gun? We need to go there and fight, quick!"

Song Yu Han stopped himself from smiling. "It's not..."

"Oh, it's not?" she dejectedly said.

Hearing her disappointment, Song Yu Han wondered when did she become so courageous. If an ordinary person heard a shot from a gun, the first thing their body would do was to run away from the direction of the sound. Even those who experienced shooting a gun themselves couldn't resist running away. The only exception, however, were those who were too fearless that they didn't even fear death.

Song Yu Han knew that Ran Xueyi was fearless, but not this kind of fearlessness that she would suggest rushing to a gunfight.

Thankfully, the whole door was not broken and taken out of its frame from the wall.

Song Yu Han closed the door behind him, still carrying around Ran Xueyi on his shoulder, and walked to the wide bed in the center of the room which was against the wall. He gently placed her on top of it but who knew that the moment he bent over to put her down, the drunk lady still hadn't given up on her revenge plan.

Actually, since earlier when he kicked the door open, those hands did not stop groping him as if he was a treasure Ran Xueyi found in the middle of a treasure ground, inspecting it seriously and admiring it at the cost of her own safety.

A deep and long sigh came out of his mouth.

Reaching his hand backward to capture those wild hands groping him, Song Yu Han calmly said, "That's enough."

"Hmm?"

"Enough touching already."

"But I'm not done yet! I still want to smack it!"

"...!" Song Yu Han felt a light headache coming. He gently told her, "Behave and be a good girl, okay?"

"Nope! I'm not a good girl!"

Song Yu Han paused.

"Oh, what are you then?"

Ran Xueyi became thoughtful and looked for a good word to replace it. But she found that the words 'kind' and 'good' were never her. She could never be kind nor a good person because of what she did and might do in the future.

After thinking for half a day, Ran Xueyi finally found something and excitedly said, "I'm my husband's lovely wife!"

Song Yu Han was surprised when he heard that before chuckling.

She heard him laugh and raised an eyebrow as she angrily said, "What's funny about that? I'm really my husband's lovely wife!"

"But I heard you're not married."

"We are! We even have this little son who looked exactly like him!" After saying this, her voice sounded sad as she added, "But I haven't seen my husband for three years already."

"Is... that so?" Song Yu Han felt his heart being pricked open.

She finally slid off his shoulder and landed on the bed in front of them. The soft cushion made her bounce a bit and because Song Yu Han was still standing while she sat on the edge of the bed, the two were now facing each other.

"... Yes, I miss him so much."

Song Yu Han lifted his hand and rubbed the tear that unknowingly slid down her cheek. "I miss you too."

Ran Xueyi raised her head, stared at him, and blinked her eyes while tilting her head. With a solemn look, she asked, "Who wants you to miss me? I'm talking about my husband!"

The peaceful atmosphere was broken with her words.

"..."

Song Yu Han did not know whether to laugh or cry. He forgot he had a different identity right now and was wearing a full-face mask.

Ran Xueyi smacked the hand that touched her cheek and glared at him, "You can't touch me... My husband is the only one who can do that."

Song Yu Han felt overwhelmed by her words. The warmth and glee he felt for her pricked his heart so much that he couldn't stop himself anymore.

He tried to stop himself several times but failed every time. He raised his hand to the back of his head where the black ribbon of his mask was located and untied the knot holding the mask in place.

Ran Xueyi lowered her head and dizzily stared at her own hands. She didn't know that the man in front of her was now completely exposed.

"Thank you for sending me back... You can go back now," Ran Xueyi still thanked the man who helped her tonight.

Song Yu Han saw her looking down and sighed helplessly, "You're throwing me out already after using me?"

Ran Xueyi nodded seriously. "Hm."

Song Yu Han, "...But it's late in time right now. The door is broken and you're drunk--"

Ran Xueyi, "I'm not drunk! You are the one who's drunk!"

"...."

Song Yu Han felt extremely helpless. Towards the drunk version of Ran Xueyi, he really couldn't go against her. She's just too headstrong and convincing and adorable. He just wants to wrap her in his embrace and never let her go.

"Besides... you can't be here. I don't want my husband to misunderstand."

"He won't misunderstand. I trust you."

Ran Xueyi blinked. She slowly raised her head to look at the man in front of her. How could he say that when he never met her husband? Besides, she should correct him for using the wrong pronoun! It's 'He' not 'I'!

However, by the time she lifted her head to look at him, Song Yu Han turned around to look for a towel. So, she could only see his back as he went inside the bathroom.

A little while later, Song Yu Han returned to the room with a dry and wet towel. He saw Ran Xueyi sitting on the bed with her upper body leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed. Her long and dark eyelashes like cicada feathers trembled with a tiny teardrop hanging on it, looking like a crystal.

Song Yu Han walked in front of her and stopped only a few inches from her. Kneeling on his left knee on the ground, he placed the dry towel next to her and reached to unstrap her sandals. He put her strappy sandals next to the bed before he used the wet towel to wipe her feet.

Feeling the wet towel against her skin, Ran Xueyi's closed eyes soon opened. That pair of dark eyes looked like the deep starry night sky.

Her soft, dark hair slowly fell and framed her cheeks, making her look like an angel who fell to Earth and looking down to a mortal kneeling in front of her.

Looking at the angel in front of him, Song Yu Han was glad to know that she turned out to be his wife. He couldn't imagine what he would do if he didn't marry her and someone else did.

"Am I dreaming?"

In the silence, her whisper sounded like a gentle caress.

Song Yu Han guessed she finally recognized him after seeing his unmasked face and said with a gentle smile, "No, you're not."

"Then, why are you here? You only appear in my dreams so this could be another dream..." Ran Xueyi spoke as if she was talking to herself.

Song Yu Han grabbed her hand and squeezed it slightly and opened his mouth to speak.

But Ran Xueyi was not done speaking to herself.

"Well, it doesn't matter. If I'm dreaming or not... I should still treasure this moment with you, right?"

Afterwards, Song Yu Han watched her throw herself into his arms and hug him tightly.

A wide smile was on her lips.