His Genius Wife is a Superstar

Only the light coming from the kitchen was turned on when Lu Zihao walked into the dark living room. There was a half-wall separating the two areas so he couldn't see the woman but could hear her moving about in the kitchen.

Moving like a panther in the night, he made no sound at all when he stalked towards the kitchen. However, he stopped just before reaching the entrance and hid himself in the shadows instead. He watched as the woman poured herself a glass of cold water from a pitcher and then drank it slowly.

As soon as he saw the swallowing motion of her throat, his groin immediately stiffened and in a just a few seconds, it was painfully hard. His gaze drifted downwards from her throat to her chest. Two small pebbles on top of gentle mounds jutted underneath of the thin material of her nightdress.

Shit. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Her short-sleeved nightdress was simple and loose, reaching below her knees. It was modest and had no shape to it at all, just a straight line. However, the thin material hung enticingly on her delicate body. Although she didn't have an hourglass figure like Long Xiulan's with full breasts, narrow waist and flared hips, Long Jinjing's slender body was still very alluring in a sweet, feminine way.

Every little movement made her nightdress sway, making him imagine an exotic dancer, even though all she did was move in a normal way. The image tempted him to rip the thin dress off her body and reveal the hidden treasure underneath. His entire body tensed as he tried controlling his wild urges.

The single light from the kitchen couldn't drive away the surrounding darkness. It created a stark light and dark contrast as he continued watching the woman. So when she moved in a certain angle, the light illuminated her nightdress and made it appear sheer, and in turn showcased her slender figure underneath like a tempting shadow of a succubus.

His eyes darkened at the sight. [This novel is a contracted work with W e b n o v e l . c o m (remove spaces). If you're not reading this chapter on W e b n o v e l, it has been stolen. It's very discouraging to see thieves profitting from my hard work. Please read this novel on W e b n o v e l. Thank you! -Arria Cross]

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The cold, refreshing water soothed Long Jinjing's parched mouth and throat. She tossed and turned in bed earlier but couldn't sleep knowing that there was an attractive man staying in the next room. Her body also felt warm, almost hot, even though she didn't set the heater that high. She had no choice but to change out of her warm, comfy pyjamas into a thin, loose but very modest nightdress in order to prevent herself from overheating.

This was what she got for inviting Lu Zihao to stay in her place overnight. Insomnia. And a bad case of embarrassing images playing in her mind, largely influenced by what her naughty friends Dom and Meimei usually gossiped about the man they called Mr. Yummylicious.

She had another busy workday tomorrow so she needed to sleep as soon as possible. As the CFO of Orchidia Beauty, a break-out success in the domestic beauty industry, she couldn't afford to mess up any numbers in the company's finances due to lack of sleep, or more specifically, hunk-induced lack of sleep. All of them needed to work hard in order to prove to everyone that Orchidia Beauty wasn't just a short-lived fad that would disappear into oblivion after some time but a successful brand that had the potential to dominate the country's highly competitive beauty industry for many years.

The violent wind and heavy rain battered against the windows outside. She wondered how long the storm would last or how bad it was affecting the road conditions. It was possible that work might be cancelled tomorrow due to the storm.

'Hopefully, it doesn't come to that. I want to finish all my tasks I set for tomorrow without delay.'

After drinking an entire glass of water, she returned the pitcher back inside the refrigerator. She closed the refrigerator door and straightened her body. Then she looked to the side and screamed.

"Oh!" She clutched her chest and rubbed her hands over her wildly beating heart after realizing who startled her. "Mr. Lu! What are you doing standing there silently like a ghost? Do you want to frighten me to death in the middle of the night?"

Lu Zihao stood by the kitchen entrance, his huge frame almost taking up the entire space.

"Mr. Lu?" she called in a careful tone this time when he didn't reply to her.

He hadn't said anything or even moved a muscle. He was just staring at her with those intense, dark eyes that made her shiver—not because of fear but because of thrill. Tamping down on her instinctive womanly reaction to him, she took a half-step forward and studied him. Why wasn't he talking or moving? Then a thought entered her mind. Was he sleepwalking?

"Hello, Mr. Lu? Are you alright?"

"Long Jinjing," he finally spoke.

His deep, low voice drifted over her like a mesmerizing fog. She once again felt like her IQ was falling down to amoeba level, especially after hearing him say her full name in that kind of tone in the middle of the night. At this rate, she would have to apologize to her parents because they invested so much on her education and praised her for being sensible and intelligent, and yet here she was about to become a bumbling idiot with just a few words from this man.

"Y-yes?"

He didn't reply and instead continued to stare at her with his intense, dark eyes. It made her heart race so loudly that she worried he might hear it from where he was standing.

She cleared her throat. "Would you like to d-drink some water, too?"

"No."

Okay, so that wasn't it. "Juice?"

"No."

Not that either. Couldn't he just say what he wanted from the kitchen? Why did he have to make her guess? It wasn't like she could read his mind. She complained about him in her mind, but he was still a guest she invited to stay over so she needed to play the accommodating host.

"What would you like from the kitchen then?"

"You," he said.