Chapter 196 - 196 Jealousy and Possessiveness

"Hi," he asks, ignoring me and starting to circle his thumb on the inside of my thigh.

I glance at him, seeing him smiling, and I know damn well what he's trying to do.

I dodge and pull my leg away but he grabs my leg back. He flips me a little scowl and an extra squeeze, his way for saying; whenever and wherever.

"I'm fine," SiSi chirps.

Of course, she's doing fine as her boyfriend here too.

"Guys, I'm ordering. What've you guys wants?" She gets up.

Everyone throws their order at her and she disappears to the ordering cashier, leaving me alone with these men.

Feng Teng leans into me.

"Owh, you've had a drink." He has known it.

I tense up.

"It was not intended," I blurt.

"Babe, I don't mind you having a drink if I'm with you," He turns his attention back to his friends.

Really? I shake my head to myself.

I sit and watch Feng Teng talking and he completely normal when he with them. They're talking about common things that boys do, sports, most extreme, and generally carrying on as any normal boy would do.

This is simple of Feng Teng. I like seeing him like this.

He laughs with them, his eyes twinkling, keeping his hand exactly where it is.

I smile to myself.

It's a pleasure to see, and then he glances over at me and winks, and I want to straddle his h.i.p.s and eat him alive.

I coolly, taking a sip of my water.

He grins at my question instead of his hand shifts up to my thigh slightly, and I clench my legs shut.

" Your car needs to be valet," He turns to me.

I arch an eyebrow at him.

"My car not dirty at all," I complaint.

He grins.

"Babe, I'm your most devoted husband, I'm just fulfilling my duty as your husband, okay?" He say proudly.

I flush and scowl at him at the same time.

"You're an arrogant, not official yet," I mutter.

"Soon, after this lunch, we are going too, my lawyer already prepare our marriage doc.u.ment, only need your sign and we are official husband-wife,"

He leans in and wraps his palm around my neck, dragging me towards him and hitting me with a completely over-the-top kiss. Despite my surroundings, I let him take me.

As usual, my mind goes blank and nothing else exists, except for him and his power over my entire being.

Swallowed, swamped, taken...

When he finally releases me, I look at the others, suddenly hugely embarrassed at his blatant display of affection.

There is a chorus of mushy vocals and one vomiting gesture.

I look at him and he grins, then pulls me into his arms.

"Seriously, you guys," SiSi scorns.

"Here's the food, so enough with that public affection," SiSi sneer.

Then Kevin reaches her and plants a kiss on her cheek.

"Feeling jealous lovely? I'm here for you," Kevin coil SiSi shamelessly

She bats him away as the waiter places our lunch on the table.

"No, I'm not them, urgh," SiSi reject Kevin offers.

Everyone tucks in, including Feng Teng, and all of us chat and laugh between eating.

It doesn't escape my notice that Kevin and Jun Jie often flick fond looks over to mine and Feng Teng side of the table.

My mind starts drifting to my man reaction to his friend Junjie comment.

His suggestion that it's a slippery slope after your mid-thirties is a bit over-the-top.

As Feng Teng physique is melt worthy. I'm suddenly attacked by the very unwelcome thought, his friendly friend Muxin…Hmmm

Well, just seeing her obvious face could make me feel shitty.

Just then  I feel his hand stroking over my thigh as he picks at his sandwich with his damaged hand. It's looking a lot better, all the bruising nearly gone, but the red welts on his wrists are still there.

They seem to be screaming at me; look. You hurt him.

Then my eyes snap to his when he nudges my knee with his. He gives me a questioning look, obviously noticing my line of sight and probably my reverie. I'm sure he can tap into my thoughts.

I shake my head and smile, but I doubt that satisfies his worry at my daydream.

"Guys, I better get back to work.' I say regretfully.

It's been nice being relatively normal at lunch as normal as it can be when you're eating with the most powerful man in this city and two of a friend who also has a very great profile in high society.

"Babe, we're going together," Feng Teng chucks the remaining half of his meal down on his plate and gets up from his chair.

"Oh, okay," I nod.

I make my way around the table and kiss them all goodbye, shoving SiSi some money for mine and Feng Teng lunch.

She trusts it back in my hand.

"Your man already settled the bill." She informs.

He did? I look at him, but he is too busy shaking hands with the boys' to notice my reproachful stare.

He collects me and starts leading me out of the restaurant.

"Wei Lin," SiSi shouts to my back.

"Daling. Weekend night, girly drinks?" She suggests.

I stop and spin round to face her, flashing "a what-do-you-think-you're-playing-at look".

She doesn't seem to notice my reaction. No, she is too busy watching for Feng Teng reaction to her request.

I turn to look up at him. He's shifting uncomfortably.

Oh Bestie! Fancy suggesting something so stupid.

Then I see both of his friend watching intently too, waiting for their big buddy response.

"Erm. Maybe next week." I say as confidently as I can.

"You can go." He says from behind me.

I can go? What does he mean, I can go?

"Didn't we have your company anniversary tomorrow. I'll be knackered." I affirm.

I do want to go, but I know he'll prohibit alcohol, the bloody control freak. I don't get legless all of the time, and the last time I did, it was his fault. I've got so much to dump on SiSi as well.

Both of us have, by the sounds of things. This little lunch has only clipped the corners.

"Wei Lin, he said yes,so…" SiSi complains.

"I'll speak to you later SiSi," I say dismissively, hoping she will take the bloody hint and shut her gob.

"Oh, okay, sure," She winks as she understands my gesture.

I want to throw my bag at her, but then I feel Feng Teng has tugged me slightly, preventing me from following through on my intention.

Instead, I toss another dirty look at her before turning and letting Feng Teng lead me out of the restaurant.

We walk out onto the street into the lunchtime crowd, and I can feel the mild tension between us.

He drops my hand and dr.a.p.es an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.

When we turn into my building, I stop and face him.

"If I go out, I promise I won't be drinking, can I?" I say softly.

"No.," he says flatly. I roll my eyes and carry on walking.

"But you can have a drink on Friday." He catches me up and replaces his arm over my shoulder.

Yes, I can have a drink on Friday because he'll be there to watch over me.

The problem is, I'm not comfortable drinking in front of him. It wouldn't feel right, especially knowing his little issue with control and alcohol.

"Would you get the waitress to spy on me too?" I grumble.

"Lady I don't ask them to spy on you, all I ask them to watch over and protect you if anything might go wrong," He informs irritatedly.

"And call you if there's something wrong?"  I quip, earning myself a little nudge on the hip.

"No, and they only call me if you are rolling around on the stage floor," he says dryly,

"with your non-existent dress around your waist too," He accuses.

I look up at him and find accusing eyes.

Okay, yes, I was on the bar floor, but I wasn't rolling, and I wasn't steaming drunk.

Not that time, anyway. It's SiSi faults, she took me down with her, and as for the dress?

Well, that's a trivial issue and one that's now in a dozen strips after neurotic man here shredded the damn thing. So only then I could go out, have a couple of glasses of wine, wear something acceptable and not roll around on the floor.

Then, no red alert would need to be issued by the waiter. Maybe I could stay at SiSi so I'm not rubbing his nose in it.

I laugh to myself at my ambitious idea. He will never let me stay at SiSi place after tomorrow.

I let him hold me close to his side as we carry on our way to my office.

"You've got to let me go now. Oh, where is the doc.u.ment that I need to sign?" I say as we near.

I'm a bit cautious as my boss or colleague might be there and I've not mentioned anything about business lunch with him.

This is painfully difficult.

"No, wait till we get home then," he grumbles.

'What are you going to do for the rest of the day?" This I really want to know.

Please let him say that he's got a stack of stuff to occupy himself with so I can go settle things with Mo Yuan and especially about Mo Yuan sudden called to my parent I need to know the reason of it,  without worrying about fobbing him off and lying to him.

Withheld information is not the same as lying.

He pouts.

"Erm. Think about you and our first night," he says in the deep mean.

Pervert! That doesn't make me feel any better.

"Okay then, I'll be back your place as soon as I finish work," I say, realising instantly that I've just lied.

I use every ounce of energy to stop myself reaching for my hair.

"It's Ours! Now," he corrects.

Opps! Sorry.

"What time you will reach?" He asks.

"Six something maybe…ishk," Give or take an hour, I add to myself.

"Babe, is it your speech trademark? Ish..." He narrows his eyes on me, and I feel scrutinised.

He can't possibly know my plans. Only SiSi should know.

"Ishk." I counter, leaning on him for a kiss.

He grabs me and leans me back over his arm in a ridiculous theatrical performance before kissing the life out of me in the middle of this busy street.

People sidestep us and tut as they pass, but I couldn't give a toss.

"God, I f.u.c.k.i.n.g love, love, love you. Only you," he says against my lips.

I grin.

"I know you do," I affirm his sentences.

He pulls me back up to a vertical position and then buries his face in my neck to chew my ear.

"I can't believe you will be mine forever tonight. And I get enough of you. Let me fetch you home after work." He suggests.

I know he can't, he's pretty open on that fact, and I'm so tempted to jump work and let him. I've not got a massive amount to see to, nothing that can't wait, and I'm loving his mood demands aside.

My phone starts singing, snapping me from my rebellious brainwave, and I fish around in my bag while letting Feng Teng stick to my neck.

When I lay my hands on it, I hold it above Feng Teng head to see who it is. I groan.

Urgh, all the times why president Gu could call, he calls now? Shit!

I'm sure Feng Teng must detect my uneasiness because he instantly pulls back and looks at me with an enquiring eye.

"Who is it?" He shoots.

"A client." I shove my phone in my bag.

Later, I'll call him back.

"I'll see you at your place." I go to walk away, but he grasps my wrist.

"Damn it, wifey. OURS! Tell me who was it?" His sudden change of temper catches me off guard.

"President Gu," I grate.

"And he just my company important client," I add, to reinforce President Gu status in my life.

This might be one side of Feng Teng that I cannot cure; his insane jealousy and possessiveness.

I yank my wrist free from him and start the short remaining distance to my office, leaving him on the pavement. And he called me with his monster eyes?