Chapter 191 - 191 Muxin a.k.a Friendly Friend

Then he lifts it and I can still see slight bruising, but the swelling has subsided massively.

"It's fine. Muxin had me keep ice on it for the afternoon." He reassured.

What? Muxin? Seriously?

"Muxin had?" I blurt without thinking about what tone I should use.

But I could sense as if it comes out accusingly.

He frowns at me, and I hate myself for sounding so shocked.

"Wei Lin. She was just being caring," he says coolly, but this only raises my concern.

So she has seen his bruises marked on wrists? She wouldn't take much time based on her intelligence she has figured out where those bruised had come from.

Just like a dumbstruck that hit on my head when I realise that there's another woman are willingly looking after my man who doesn't feel well, and the fact that his so; friendly friend with pouty lips hits hardly at my jealous come out to the surface.

She declares on her attitude that she doesn't like me and at the same perfectly put on her facial that she claims her, my man.

And;

That there's another mystery woman a.k.a Feng Teng ex-girlfriend? Even he declares that's their relationship already over. But from my view, if she comes to visit for worrying his missing last time, maybe is she still has a feeling for Feng Teng.

So….Hmm. Gosh!

My head starts to get hurt as I suddenly feel extremely uncomfortable with my possessiveness.

As I was immersed in my thought, I could feel that I have to ridicule Feng Teng over this matter and on my showing a bloody hypocrite as the way he is staring down at me, gaging over my mood.

That's not helping me at all. Because Feng Teng, a reality he is a very attracting man, who would attract all women just with that his alluring smile and just by seeing that would cause them in puddles right away at his feet.

Gently I wriggle underneath him to get free from his chest and he obliges, letting me up on a frown. Afterwards, I make head straight for the bathroom and immerse myself in the warm temperature bath.

In reality, I'm not comfortable with these feelings and it stirring inside my head like a storm. As I've never been jealous in my life before, this is a very new feeling to me.

Oh, God.

The more I thought about it the more I get stress. And I'm going to fighting women off that attract over Feng Teng like a female bee on my daily basis in future?

I believe that would need great patience and it needs a full-time job in itself.

Hmm. Should I consider a retire after our marriage? But my career just getting a start on a peak and I love my job so much.

My lord. What should I do then? I cried silently within myself.

"Ops, why do I smell a very sour emotion here?" He teases.

I look up and see him stood in all of his n.a.k.e.d glory by the bathroom doorway.

"Excuse me," I scoff.

But I couldn't be more obviously jealous even I've tried denied it since me, myself I don't know how to concealed my feeling.

He walks over to the bath and steps in behind me, lowering his body until I'm cradled between his legs.

He dr.a.p.es his arms over my shoulders and pulls me back to rest on his chest.

"My sweetheart, trust me that you are the only woman for me, and we are destined to be with each other until the end of the world. Please trust me, okay?" he says softly in my ear.

"And tomorrow I am all yours alone officially." He picks up the natural sponge from the edge of the bath, dips it to soak up some water, and then starts running it across my back.

"Hmm. Can you tell me more about yourself?" I ask softly.

I feel his chest lift on a sigh.

"What else do you want to know?" He asks.

"What did you with kind of thing that you do in your underworld business?" I'm pleased with my forward tone.

When those events occurred last time, I know he must doing more than I thought as I have seen his subordinates from his right and left look very professional and heartless.

At the same time, I feel my blood begin to boil with bitterness those bloody scene flashback to my mind. I could feel that my face pale all over.

The sponge pauses between my chest for a few seconds, but then he continues smoothing it over my body.

He seems to try to avoid my question.

"Dive straight in, why don't you," he says dryly.

"Hmm. Tell me." I press.

He sighs and it sounds so heavy. I almost turn around to glare at him, just so he knows I don't appreciate his bored reaction to my question.

"I only give an order for their punishment and my men would execute them as per the sins that they've to commit against our rules," he says irritably.

I'm sure that my tone got the sound of a bit of shiver, especially in this area of enquiry.

"So how bad their the sins they commit until come to executed?" I ask incautious.

" Our clan got rules, if anyone in clan breaks the rules or went against it, no mercy as kill after integration or on the spot,"  He's truly defensive.

"Have you ever kill by your hands?" I don't think I want to know this.

Why am I asking these questions? His sponge strokes pause again. Please don't tell me he has to think about this.

"Way before I met you," He continues caressing me with the sponge.

"How long before you met me?" I need to stop I think.

Because I don't want to know this stuff, but damn, I can't stop as the stupid questions flying out.

"Is it does matter for you?" He's annoyed.

"Yes." I retort quickly.

No, it doesn't, but his short, huffy answer is prickling my curiosity.

"It wasn't regular. Just most of it my under men did it," He's doing his best to avoid this.

"Hey, that didn't answer my question at all. Isn't that just the same repeated answer?" I scowl.

"Hmm. Is anything that I tell you and it going to change the way you feel about me?"

That question has me prickling further.

What has he done before? And how many does he many drops of blood have an end on his hands?

"No," I say, but I'm not so sure now.

He thinks it will.

"Hmm, can we drop it? It's in my past with a whole heap of other stuff, and I would rather leave it there." His tone is final.