Chapter 218 - 218 Is it Funny?

His shoulders sag disappointedly.

"Why?" His voice is genuinely hurt.

"Erm, I don't want you spending all of the money on me like this," I say quietly.

"Babe, you are my wife and now is my job to spend on you," He tries to reason with me, but when I saw the price.

It's way too much, and I don't even know how much for tonight dress that has been made specially by famous designer Pierre Yun.

Even though Feng Teng and Pierre were a friend but still I bet the price won't be less too.

I look down at the floor as a guilty and hesitant debating in myself. I return my eyes to his.

"Hmm, let just buy me a special dress for tonight only. That would be acceptable to me." I suggest.

He smiles brightly as he gets up and smoothers my face with his lips.

"Hmm, so just one dress?" he asks unhappily.

"How about adding another three or five dresses that you've liked the most," he grates.

I'm pleasantly surprised by this.

"Ermm, three then," I counter, anyway.

"Make it five then not include the special one." he tosses back at me.

"Babe. This wasn't part of our deal." He says deeply.

No, it wasn't, but I don't care how old he is anymore, and I've done this meeting in the middle scenario before. I've learnt that while I manoeuvre, as my husband were sticks still exactly where he said.

He is a man of words. I know.

I narrow my eyes on him.

"Feng Teng, I don't care how old are you anymore. So just continue to keep your silly little age mysteries, I don't care," I say.

"Okay, but it's still five not include the special one," he says acceptingly.

Gosh! I suspect he was never going to keep his end of the deal, anyway.

"Babe, I've got to make a phone call." He drops a kiss on my lips.

"You go fetch your dresses. Pierre has my card. My pin is *******, go," He orders.

I recoil.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you've just told me your PIN and it's black card too," I scream in shock.

"No secrets, remember?" He smirks.

Damn it! Is he playin' on me?

When I do a quick mental calculation…

"Hey! You are such a liar!" I shout to his back as he strolls off to make a call.

He halts and turns his back to me.

"What the F**K! You were just telling me your card PIN, exactly you were born on ninety seventy-five!" I can't help the triumph in my voice.

Gosh! What a pain!

"Watch your mouth, my lady," he warned.

"Oops! Sorry. It's was your faults. So you spoke the truth then? Aren't you?" I scowl.

He nodded and give me his melting signature smile, that only for me to see. After that winks his gentle eyes at me before leaving me to go and fetch my shopping bag.

Later, I walk out to the ground floor once I get out from the lift, finding him waiting for me at the couch.

Elegantly, I walk toward him and hand him his card before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Husband. Thank you." I'm not sure whether I'm most grateful for the dresses or for having him as my husband.

Either way, I know the way to become a very happy girl.

"All is for you my babe," He says as his hand taking shopping back bags from me.

With all love, I inhale him into me as he nestles his face in my neck.

"Hmm, so my husband is knocking on forty." I teased.

Promptly he pulls away and rolls his eyes before taking my hand and leading me through waiting the life to go to the parking bas.e.m.e.nt.

"Are you regret marrying me?" He asks casually, but I know inside he's worried.

But I don't care at all, that was just a number anyways.

"Never in my mind. I don't understand why does that bother you so much though." I state.

"Mrs Feng, do you remember the very first things you have said to me?" He looks down at me.

Of course, I remember and I still don't know why I asked in past. I even handcuffed him.

"Hmm, yes," I nodded.

He holds my shoulder softly and looks through my eyes.

"Dear my babe, you wouldn't have asked if it wasn't a problem for you," He said.

Then I smile, sweetly.

"Hehe, actually it doesn't bother me in the slightest how old you are. I just need to know to take it as a public profile of you like your woman," I played with his hair gently.

"Wait, husband. Is that grey hair?" I ask flatly as we board into the lift.

He stands on the step below and turns around to face me. We're pretty much at eye level.

"Hmm, is that funny Madam?" he asks.

Hehe, he pissed off.

Oh no, I shouldn't have teased him when he took that as the serious issues. At the moment, I can't keep a straight face and when he dips and tips me over his shoulder so I suppress a squeal.

Damn it! We are outside right now, He should behave himself as we are still in M.A.D.A.M.O.I.S.E building!

Quickly, I correct myself.

Aigooo, this is a bad issue here as he has no regard for public opinion about this behaviour of him. I should teach him how to restraint more. If not he'll pick me up, swallow me wholly, or even be mad with me wherever he pleases.

Quite frankly, he doesn't give in, neither do I. We both have stubborn issues and possessiveness.

When we the lift reach, he carries me out of the lift and his storms directly to towards his car.

And I don't even tick him off. It's fast becoming an everyday occurrence for him to hoof me about, whether it's in private or in public.

"Wifey. We'll lunch at having at Old Mansion," he says as he puts my bags in the boot and then me in the car.

He slides in beside me and I give him my sweetest smile.

"How our shopping date today?" He asks.

I was very happy until he spoke about we are going Feng Old Mansion.

Shit! That spoils my mood immediately and I have to stay the whole night there.

"Very good," I shouldn't complain about tonight though.