Mama's Princess Is Daddy's Beloved

Living with someone would definitely cast their influence on your habits. Then how could Li Xue remain untouched with those influences, especially when the influencer was none other than the Devil himself?

"Who would dare to covet Mr Beelzebub's wife to warm their bed? How did you even think that anyone could afford it? How silly!" She said. Her eyes beaming with confidence as she added one, "When I can keep you locked in my room to warm my bed, then do you think I would have any time or interest to look at others? Earlier my words were just to make Wenting shut his mouth and guess what, my words succeeded to do so! And …"

Just as she said, his lips sealed hers, halting all her words inside her mouth. The touch was gentle, but Li Xue knew it well how much effort it might have required to be like this. This was the care and affection she has been longing for all her life. The care where her well – being was placed on the top priority list without keeping any ego or selfish motives behind.

And finally, she was happy that she has got that. It took long but finally, she has got her share of love.

Feng Shufen's one arm around her waist, almost pulling her on his lap while the other holding her still, through her nape.

Li Xue noticed something and her lips moved a little to form a soft curl. Even in his moment of aggression, the man did not let her words down. He obliged her request for not following the same position again and again. His pampering was so smooth that it felt like he was not following her demands rather was following the things that have always been in his mind.

She did not resist, but let the man complete what he started. In support, her arms wrapped around his neck, while her lips moved to form perfect synchronicity with his. She did not care when her breathing got haste … did not care about the warnings her lungs gave. At this moment, she just let her Mr Beelzebub soothe his nerves that were growing aggressive.

When things paused, she was already left breathless, while Shufen's breath was coming out with slight haste. "Never say something like that again. I fear I might not be able to suppress myself enough to go easy like this".

Li Xue blinked her eyes at him. She was still trying to catch her breaths back. When got her lungs accommodated she said, "O – Okay from next time I would simply go and declare that I have got Mr Beelzbub to warm my bed, so only the ones who can bear to match your charms in my eyes could come forward".

Shufen raised his brows at her first but then nodded, saying, "That would also serve the purpose. I will make sure no other charming man could come in your line of sight then".

"Y – you are too overbearing," Li Xue said, puffing her cheeks a little.

"If you are the one to say that, then indeed I must be one, without any doubt", he said shamelessly, his arms still around the woman.

"You … you … Nevermind! I would not count your bad points now. At this moment, I just want to ask one thing. Have you practised long breathing pauses from childhood? How come you have not got breathless ever after pausing it for so long?" She asked.

Shufen smirked his lips up as if he was being praised as he said, "Men would only sweat or lose breath if they are doing something that requires hard work and strength. And I think we have yet to reach that stage, Darling!"

Li Xue's mouth opened to retort him but before she could say her words out, the man completed his explanation. "Your lips were so soft that it did not require any of my strength. Thus, I was not left breathless."

***

On the other side, after getting insulted, Zheng Wenting reached Wen Sying's apartment. Dinging the bell aggressively for some time, Wen Sying came up to open the door.

"Who is ...", she asked, opening the door. She was clearly irritated with the continuous doorbell's sound but her voice died down when saw who was on the other side of the door. "Wenting, you are here? Why were you ringing the bell-like that?" She asked but her questions were blatantly ignored by the man.

Without giving any response to her words, Wenting simply made his way inside the house, brushing past Sying's side.

Wen Sying had no idea what was going on. Closing the door behind her, she followed Zheng Wenting inside. "Wenting, did something happen? Why does your mood look so awful? Your eyes are also red with anger"

"Where were you in the morning, Sying?" The questions came out as the man turned back to look at her. His eyes were all fierce and sharp. "You have used my credit for such a huge amount … what were you up to?"

Wen Sying's face instantly lost its colour as she looked at him. Was he mad because she has used his money? No, it was not her first time using his card. Though the amount she used today was a little extra, she was sure that it was not something he could not afford.

"I – I was just … I was just treating my fans some meal boxes but never thought that the cost would exceed so much. So I have to use your money, Wenting. Are you upset because of that?" She asked, stammering in her voice.

Zheng Wenting's face grew harder when he heard her. Gritting his teeth tight, he growled "Stop lying Sying! Just stop lying! Do you think I am such an easy one for you to fool?"

His high pitched words instantly made the woman shrunk backwards. "I – I never lied to you, Wenting. What are you saying?" She said in a weak voice as if she was about to die in the next instant.

"You didn't? Then how come I have come to know that you have used the money to hire some media personnel to interview you at Sweet Delicacy?" He lunged forwards to hold Sying hard on the shoulders, enough hard to put her in pain. "Will you still say that you have not?"