Chapter 269 - 269 Can't Live Without You

Oh no. What is he thinking about?

"What?" I ask quietly. He's not even elaborated on his thoughts of President Gu, although I know exactly where he's going with it.

He pushes himself in closer to me.

"I can't ever live be without you," He says.

"I know that," I answer him.

"But it's not because I'm worried about reverting back to my past. I love you because you give me purpose. You've filled a massive hole with your beautiful face and your spirit, and while I might be making your life a little more difficult with my challenging ways..." He raises a sarcastic eyebrow.

"And I want to throw that right back at you," he promise with himself.

I laugh hard and wince immediately afterwards, but Feng Teng doesn't join me in my hysterics. His lips purse and his grip increases on my hip.

"And I am not challenging, you President Gu," His eyebrows jump higher.

He obviously disagrees, but I slap my hand over his mouth to halt his counterattack.

"You just said that I've filled a massive hole with my spirit..." I say to him.

"And your beautiful face." he mumbles into my hand.

I roll my eyes.

"Part of that spirit is my incessant need to challenge your challenging ways. You'll never get rid of that tiny part of me that rebels against you and you wouldn't want to. That's what makes me different from all your past woman, who've licked your boots for far too long," It's me who raises a sarcastic eyebrow now, and his eyes narrow slightly in return.

I'm delivering these words to a man who is so incredibly thick skinned and unreasonable, I wouldn't be surprised if he laughed in my face, but I continue anyway.

"And I've given myself to you completely. Every part of me is yours. No one will ever take me away from you. Not ever. And I know part of your issue is keeping me as far away from what the other women in your life represent," I state.

"There have been no other women in my life! Only you my lawful wife," he argues through my hand.

I push it harder to his lips.

"But I need to say something," I said.

His eyebrows rise. He can't answer because my hand is too tight on his lips.

"Can keep you keep yourself far from that yours friendly friend?" I can feel him grinning against my palm.

He finds this a funny question? I take my hand away from his mouth. Yes, he's grinning that roguish grin. It's a lovely sight, even if I'm not happy about his amus.e.m.e.nt at my question.

Oh God!

The reason for that has just landed with an enormous smack in my brain.

"Or you want to keep her as you subtitude mistress. And she f.u.c.k.i.n.g desperately wanted you anyway!" I practically screech the words at him and his grin soon disappears.

And I've not even given him a chance to answer my previous question and I'm lobbing him another question. No, that's more to a conclusion.

"Will you stop f.u.c.k.i.n.g swearing?" He rolls onto his back.

Oh no. I scramble up, ignoring his warns, just straddle over him.

"You do know her motive right?" I ask.

I watch as he absorbs my words. He can't possibly argue with it, I know I've got him here. He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to talk, but nothing comes out. He takes another but still, nothing comes out. He does this three times before he eventually speaks.

"Of course, I do know. And I'm not having any subtitude mistress," He answer.

"But she always there with you, isn't it?" I skim at him.

"Yes, I guess so." he admits.

"Okay, what about you? Do you want to granted her motive over you?" This I really need to know.

The grin is back.

"Sure, I know. And you already declare your position there Missus. She won't have any guts left," He smirk at me. 

My heart gallops in my chest, so he seen it? My smile disappears instantly.

"So you saw it. What do you feel at that time?" I ask.

His hands rest on my thighs.

"It's pure bliss, missus. Total protected. Absolute, complete earth shifting, universe shaking love." He states confidently.

My smiles back.

"Really?"

"Yes. It's a complete heaven," he says.

I fall forward onto his chest.

"Oh my god, I've been neglected my job for these past few day," I sigh as I remember my job.

"Unravel your knickers wifey, I've spoken to your boss about absent," Feng Teng sits up and shifts us to the edge of the bed.

He has?

" Is there anyone in my life who you haven't trampled yet?" I ask dryly.

He stands and places me on my feet, his wonderful n.a.k.e.dness right in front of me.

"Don't be cheeky," He warns with total seriousness.

"Anyway, why does our home look like it's been ransacked by burglars?" He ask.

Oh, I forgot about that.

"Err, hehe. I'm having a breakdown to find you," I admit my wrong.

He frowns.

"What?" he asks, but I detect a hint of cautiousness.

I study him, assessing his expression and his body language. I can't fathom it at all.

"Nothing," I shut him.

He turns me away from him and starts walking me to the bathroom with one hand on my elbow and another cupping my bum. His lack of curiosity as to what I was looking for has only heightened my suspicions. He would never usually accept such a vague answer to one of his questions.

"What did you tell my boss about my absent?" I ask as he lifts me onto the stool.

"I told him that you passed out on Monday and you not well," He tell.

Oh? Good thinking.

"Did he not think it strange that you called him for me ?"I ask.

"I don't know and I don't care," He starts drawing a bath and comes back over to me.

He drops me and returns to the bath, pouring in some rose oil and swishing the water with his hand. I turn my head to the side and admire his firm n.a.k.e.dness as I swing my legs and roll my shoulders in an attempt to work some flex back into them and I need to relax. I can feel my muscles knotting across my shoulders. I sit patiently on the vanity unit while Feng Teng goes about getting towels and the shampoo and conditioner, setting them on the side of the bath before collecting up the mess I've made.

"You sure have a great temper to handle with," He said before offers his hand and an expectant face, but I decline and slide off the unit with care, removing my knickers and taking myself to the bath.

I step in and gingerly lower myself into the water. I ignore the grunt of disapproval that Feng Teng fires off at my rejection. I can feel him watching me.

When I open one eye and I'm met by two eyebrows kissing his hairline as he jerks his head in a move gesture. I make a point of demonstrating the inconvenience he's causing me by taking my time and huffing a lot as I shift forward in the bath to make room for him. I don't know why I'm being insolent.

Well, I do. I'm pissed that my war wounds are pitiful compared to him and I'm the one wincing, hissing and generally behaving like I've been stoned whilst n.a.k.e.d.

He climbs in and sinks down behind me. He clasps his hands over my shoulders and gently tugs, easing me back against him.

"Don't fight me," He bites my ear, and I squirm.

His legs bend up and he wraps his arms around my neck so I'm completely swathed in him.

Right then. Now for the tub talk.

I rest my head back against his shoulder and relish his morning stubble grazing the side of my face.

"Do you know that she's the master behind I witness the affair?" I ask, although, begrudgingly, I already know the answer to that question.

"What do you mean, who?" He ask in confused.

"Muxin. I got a text from Assistant Yu before went to the mansion," I said.

"What text?" He ask.

"The one she sent from Assistant Yu phone saying I should go to The Mansion," I'm going to get nowhere with this, I know it.

"You think Muxin sabotage Yu phone and sent you a text to come?" He ask.

"Yes!"

"Don't be daft!"

"I'm not being daft!" I screech.

"I have it on my phone, I'll show you," I said.

"I don't think she would do that. I know she want me but that stuff she won't do," He back up for her.

Oh, please! She's supposed to be his friend.

He obviously doesn't know her very well. I've had the pleasure of her for only a month, and I worked her out within a second of meeting her.

He is so thick skinned.

"Do you think I imagined it?" I ask.

"No, I'm thinking that you were drugged on Monday night and maybe you've made a mistake," he says all soothingly.

I don't appreciate it. I didn't bloody imagine it!

"I'll show you." I sound like a stroppy teenager.

"She desperate obsessed for you," I added.

" Well she can't have me, she knows that to. I'm married to you," He presses his lips to the side of my face.

"You do," I huff, pushing my cheek into his kiss.

This is a bit difficult.

My only comfort is the knowledge that Feng Teng has absolutely no interest in her and of that, I am completely sure. I'm not going to burden him with my bitchy streak. I will reserve that for Muxin when necessary. Just I'm pissed that he can't see her for what she is.

"Lean forward so I can bathe you," He pushes me forward by my shoulders, and I reluctantly sit up.

"Husband, I like you rough," I say cheekily.

"Don't say that thing," he scorns me, and gently squeezes the sponge over my back.

He drops tender kisses wherever he can between his delicate strokes, and I close my eyes dreamily. It's so easy to forget the challenges when he's like this.

"Let's get your hair washed," He tell.

I let him bathe me, wash my hair and generally tend to my every bath time need before he wraps me in a towel and lays me on the bed.

"Hello?"

Both of our heads snap up at the sound of Auntie Ling voice drifting into the room.

"Oh my god!" Feng Teng jumping up from my body.

"I forgot to call her," He disappears into the closet and reappears in some short pant and white t-shirt.

"Up you get," He grasps my waist and pulls me from the mattress.

"I need to feed you," He says.

"I'm not hungry," I reject him.

"You will eat. Your stomach must be completely empty after you released the contents of it all over my office floor," He inform.

I cringe.

"I'm sorry." I wonder who got the pleasure of clearing that up.

I hope Muxin did. Hahaha

"Don't be sorry. Get some clothes on. I'll meet you in the kitchen," He kisses me chastely and leaves me to sort myself out.

I roll myself. I set about drying my hair and throwing my old soft, ripped jeans on and a white oversized t-shirt that won't grip my back too much before making my way downstairs.

"Good morning, Wei Lin," Auntie Ling smiles kindly as she looks up from loading the dishwasher.

I lift myself up on the stool next to Feng Teng and he leans over to inhale my freshly washed hair.

"Hi, Auntie, how are you?" I beat him away, and he growls at me before wiping a blob of cream across my bottom lip. My tongue automatically sets about clearing it away.

"Oh, God!" I screw my face up in distaste and he laughs before pulling me closer and licking it away for me.

"Yum." He smiles and plants a cream flavoured kiss on my lips.

I wipe my mouth and return my attention back to Auntie Ling, finding her regarding our little exchange with a small smile on her thin lips. I blush profusely.

"I'm very well, Wei Lin. Would you like some breakfast? Porride?" She ask.

"Oh, yes please," I say gratefully and she nods her head, wipes her hands on her crisp, white apron and heads for the fridge.

I glance around the kitchen and see all of my mess has been cleared up.

"We have some news, Auntie Ling," Feng Teng chirps up.

We do?

He's surely not going to be advising her of the last few days' events? I turn a frown on him, but he ignores me.

"Our wedding will be held soon," He drop the news.

My mouth falls open, but he still ignores me. I'd forgotten about that.

How could I?

"Oh, how wonderful!" Auntie Ling places the porridge bowl on the island and makes her way around to clench me into a tight squeeze.

" I'm so happy. Master," she sings in my ear.

I clench my teeth as she makes a meal of rubbing my back while I'm still sat on the stool. She pulls back and wraps her palms around my face.

"I can't tell you how happy that makes me. But my master he's a good boy. Trust me," She lands a sloppy kiss on my cheek and releases me.

"Come here, you." She takes Feng Teng in an equally enthusiastic hug and he accepts willingly, with no sign of a hiss or wince.

He looks at me over Auntie Ling shoulder as I gape at him.

After the events of last night, I had quite mistakenly, it would seem assumed that matter was up for review.

My ring has disappeared from my finger. Don't we need to figure out the boat load of shit that has developed over the weekend?

Our insecurities, with President Gu scheme and Muxin.

He has completely disregarded me. I've not even spoken to my parents yet. That I'm married to this challenging arse, to held the wedding they should know that we have registered our marriage already.

"My boy is finally settling down." Auntie Ling squeezes his cheeks and lands him with a kiss to match my own.

She is behaving like a proud mother. It makes me wonder about the how deep of Auntie Ling and Feng Teng relationship. It seems to be more than an employee/employer concern.

She releases Feng Teng from her slightly wrinkled hands and pulls her apron up to wipe her eyes on a sniffle.

She's crying?

"Auntie, stop that!" Feng Teng admonishes her.

"I'm sorry." She composes herself and returns to preparing breakfast with a wide smile on her face.

"So, where and when?" She ask.

I cringe and reach over for the coffee pot.

This is where the fireworks might start flying.

"Next month at the hall of Feng Mansion," Feng Teng informs her confidently.

I clank the coffee pot against the side of the mug and then swing me eyes onto him.

"How lovely." Auntie Ling chirps.

My eyes fly from Feng Teng to her.

"It will be," Feng Teng agrees.

He continue eating, ignoring my stunned expression, which is firmly rooted on his profile. I watch as he looks at me out the corner of his eye and starts chewing his lip as he rolls up the food.

I exhale slowly in an attempt to cool my fraying patience and grab the small piece of rubbish from the marble.

What happened to discussing our wedding together?

Lowering myself from the stool, I head for the bin, just for something to do other than kick him in the shins. I pause behind him and push my mouth to his ear.

"Who hold the decision?" I ask quietly, before I carry on my way to the bin.

"Compensation." he growls.

"I'll trample, lady boss," He says.

"Pardon?" Auntie Ling turns from the hob.

"Nothing." We say in unison, before our scowls collide in the space between us.

The hostility emanating from his body is palpable. This weekend has just proved that we need to be focusing our attentions on other more important issues, like filling each other with the reassurance that we both obviously need.

I stamp on the bin pedal and throw my miniscule piece of rubbish in, but something glimmers at me from the dark depths, catching my eye. I reach in on a frown and pull out one half of a silver and white card.

It's a wedding invitation. I turn it around and tilt my head before looking back into the bin. I retrieve the other half and hold them together.

Mr & Mrs Liu request the pleasure of your company to the wedding of their daughter, Miss Liu Xia Yi to Mr. Fu Li Heng

Oh God!

The invitation is swiped from my grasp and stuffed back in the bin, and I'm yanked back over to the kitchen island in a complete daze.

"Sit," he demands in that tone, the one that I know not to ignore.

I'm lifted onto a stool with care, and I look up to find a ticking jaw and bulging neck muscles.

"Your sister?" I ask quietly.

"Leave it," he warns without looking at me.