Chapter 183 - 183 Aching

When I stand up from my chair, gently he has offered his hand to support me, and then I let him lead me out of the restaurant.

"Erm. I think it will make things goes awkward." I try to reason.

"I believe he won't be impressed about us too. And I don't want him to think that I was slacking instead of doing my job properly especially if I have any business meetings with you. That's not professional at all," I'm being honest.

"Wei Lin, I couldn't give a f.u.c.k for what he going to thinks or judge about us. And if he doesn't like about being my wife, then you'll just resign from that company as I am your husband was a very capable man," he says, marching on, while dragging me behind him.

RESIGN? Hell, I love my job, and I love Xu Feng Brother too even all my colleague.

Maybe he's said with an emotions right? Not being serious at all.

"You're going to stamp him, aren't you?" I say warily.

As I known Feng Teng, he is a man with a words.

The valet hands him his car keys and he slips the valet a fifty.

A fifty? How gracious my man is. Just for parking and returning his car?

Granted, it is a very nice car, but still isn't it to much?

Wow, my man maybe richer than I've thought about him.

Then he turns into me, as grazes his palm down to my cheek and circles his nose on mine.

"Babe, are we going to be together forever tomorrow?" His minty freshness hits me like a bulldozer.

"Yes, yes," I submit, but judging by the last few minutes of our conversation, I don't expect we will be this level.

Resign? If he ask after a few future maybe I will but not at this moment!

"Oh, hmm. Thank you for breakfast." I say.

He smiles.

"My pleasure babe. So where are you going now?" He ask.

"To Oriental Tower." I answer.

"Okay, come I'll take you there." He presses his lips hard onto mine and pushes his h.i.p.s gently forward.

I gasp.

No way, he shouldn't try make love to me here, outside of the Grand Hyatt!

He won't that bold right? This is a public place.

Just then I hear him laugh at my shock before he pulls me towards his car.

As the valet opens the door for me, and I smile sweetly before climbing in.

After that Feng Teng has slid in behind the wheel and given my knee a quick squeeze, he roars off into the mid-morning, S city traffic at his usual alarming speed.

I wonder how many points he has on his license in the past until now.

So, I've just had a business breakfast with Mr President, of which the only business we discussed was a shit crazy stuff.

"OMG.  What am I suppose to tell my boss when I got back?" I turn and look at him.

Oh, God. He is so handsome.

"What, about what?? He flicks his eyes to me.

His frown line is firmly in place.

"Oh Mr. President. About our business breakfast. What the content have we discussed?" I state.

He shrugs.

"Uh. Tell him we've agreed fees and I want you to come to my Mansion on Friday to finalise the designs." He says shamelessly.

"Why do I feel like you make it sound so simple." I sigh, sitting back in my seat and looking across the parks.

He places his hand on my knee and squeezes.

"Baby, it's only you not me," He denied.

As the car screeches up outside The Oriental and waves a delighted looking valet away when he approaches to collect Feng Teng car.

"My soon wifey, I'll see you at home." He wraps his palm around the back of my neck and yanks me over to him, taking his time to say his goodbye.

So I let him. Now it's working time, I could crawl all over him. But work come first.

"Yup, I know ishk." I confirm as he kisses the corner of my mouth.

He grins.

"Ishk?"

I know it's not the right time to approach the subject, but it's going to eat away at me for the rest of the day.

He can't be serious, surely?

"I won't resign until I'm at twenty seven," I state confidently.

He sits back in his seat, the stupid, sodding cogs kicking into action. It worries me instantly.

Yes! He is definitely serious about that.

"Babe. I've told you, I don't like sharing you." He says.

"That's stupid idea," I blurt, which was obviously wrong, judging by the scowl that has just flashed across his face.

"Don't call me stupid, wife." He warn.

"NO! I wasn't calling you stupid. I was calling your ambitious intention stupid." I argue quietly.

"Trust me, I'm never going to leave you," I reach over and slide my hand across the back of his neck.

Does he need re-assurance on this?

His lip disappears between his teeth as he stares at the steering wheel.

"Just that statement doesn't meant will stop people from trying to take you away from me. And I won't let that ever happen." He turns tortured eyes onto me.

That's punches a massive hole into my stomach.

"Who, people?" I ask, alarm clear in my tone.

He shakes his head.

"No specific people. I know don't deserve you after all but just by some fate miracle, now I've got you. So I'll protect you fiercely even I've eliminate any threat might come near between of us," His hands slide over the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from his harsh grip.

"Okay, we need to stop talking about this because I'm feeling a bit violent." He says trying to calm his emotion.

I sit and look across at my beautiful, neurotic control freak and wish I could give him the reassurance that he needs.

My words won't ever work either. So I absolutely realise that now and I'm also fully aware that what he actually means is he'll eliminate any male  that come threat to him, over me.

Huh…. I sigh in my silences.

Then I undo my belt and crawl across the car to straddle his lap, with complete disregard for the valet, who is still dribbling all over the lobby. I pull his face up to mine, cupping his cheeks and lowering my lips to his. He m.o.a.ns and slides his hands around to clench my bum and pull me in towards his h.i.p.s.

Actually, I want him to take me back to his penthouse right now, but I can't brush my company important client President Gu off.

Our tongues slowly sweep together, rolling, pulling back and plunging again, time and time again. I ache with need for his touches painful, constant aching, and I know he feels exactly the same about me.

As come to my sense, I pull back and find his eyes clenched shut. I've seen that look before, and the last time I saw it, it was because he had something to tell me.

"Hmm. What's wrong?" I ask nervously.