The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 42: Are you still satisfied?

Chapter 42: Are you still satisfied?

Editor: Larbre Studio

The two embraced each other in sleep, sleeping through the night until dawn.

When Shen Qinglan woke up, it was already seven o’clock. Normally, she would wake up at six, but today she had slept past her usual time.

She opened her eyes and just as she moved a bit, she noticed something was not quite right. Her hand reached out, then instantly withdrew.

Realizing what it was, Shen Qinglan’s eyes widened, and her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading all the way to her neck.

"Are you satisfied?" Fu Hengyi’s husky voice resonated in Shen Qinglan’s ear, which shocked her so much that she jumped up, forgetting she was nestled in Fu Hengyi’s embrace. Fu Hengyi looked at her with his head slightly raised.

Shen Qinglan’s head bumped directly into Fu Hengyi’s chin. She let out a hiss, while Fu Hengyi gave a muffled grunt.

"Qinglan, are you really planning to murder your husband?"

"Who, who told you to be such a rogue?" Shen Qinglan could no longer maintain her cool demeanor, stammering her words.

Fu Hengyi’s hand landed on Shen Qinglan’s head, gently pressing the spot that had just been hit.

Hearing her words, his eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth, "Miss Shen, I am thirty-one years old, not three. Don’t you know that men are the most impulsive in the morning?"

Shen Qinglan’s face was so red it could drip blood. Despite her usual calmness, she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself at this moment.

She clumsily sat up, "Well, I, I will go make breakfast."

Fu Hengyi grabbed her wrist, and with a slight force, Shen Qinglan tumbled onto Fu Hengyi’s body. With a spin, their positions were reversed.

Fu Hengyi looked down at the person beneath him, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "Lighting a fire and wanting to run?"

Shen Qinglan’s eyes darted around in a panic, not daring to meet his gaze. The accidental touch earlier constantly reminded her that, in front of her, this was a tiger that had just woken, hungry and ready to feast.

Shen Qinglan dared not move, "You can only blame yourself for lacking self-restraint."

Fu Hengyi laughed at her cheekiness. In his thirty-one years, it was the first time someone accused him of lacking self-control. If his subordinates heard this, who knows how they’d tease him.

"You’re dressed like this, and you say I lack self-restraint. Are you sure?" Fu Hengyi’s gaze fell on the expanse of white exposed beneath him, his voice hoarse.

Clueless, Shen Qinglan followed his gaze and realized that two buttons of her pajamas had come undone, revealing a large area of skin.

The heat on her face, which had just started to fade, surged again. She struggled to get up, but Fu Hengyi’s grip on her hands was as firm as stone.

He looked at her, his gaze flickering, especially as her struggles made glimpses of her bare skin flash before his eyes. He felt a fire in his brain, burning his reason, consuming his consciousness.

Realizing the rising temperature of the man above her, Shen Qinglan’s panic intensified. Just as she was about to say something, her lips were enveloped by a soft touch.

Fu Hengyi’s lips were slightly cool, starkly contrasting his body’s heat. They were soft, reminiscent of a jelly Shen Qinglan once had, soft, springy, and smooth.

Fu Hengyi kissed the person beneath him, tenderly, lingeringly. Shen Qinglan closed her eyes as Fu Hengyi released her restrained hands, slipping one hand under her clothes to feel the delicate texture beneath. His eyes grew darker.

Shen Qinglan’s hands somehow wrapped around Fu Hengyi’s neck. As her teeth parted, Fu Hengyi plunged in, turning his previous gentle kiss into something more domineering.

Shen Qinglan felt like she was placed on a turbulent ocean, rising and falling with the waves. This ocean wasn’t cool; it was as hot as magma, scorching her soul.

Just as Shen Qinglan thought Fu Hengyi would carry through, his hand withdrew from under her clothes. He buried his head in Shen Qinglan’s neck, where she could clearly feel his chest’s violent rise and fall and his heavy breaths.

Neither spoke nor moved.

After a long while, Fu Hengyi rolled over, swiftly getting out of bed, "I’ll go take a shower." Without looking back, he rushed into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of splashing water and suppressed grunts from a man resonated from the bathroom.

It was quite a while before the bathroom quieted down. Fu Hengyi looked at his right hand and let out a bitter laugh, realizing he had brought this upon himself.

**

In the bedroom.

It wasn’t until the sound of water echoed from the bathroom that Shen Qinglan slowly got up. Her pajama buttons had all come undone, and inside, she wore nothing. At this moment, the softness of her chest was fully exposed to the air. If Fu Hengyi saw this scene, no matter how strong his self-control, it might collapse.

Shen Qinglan got up and changed clothes, looking at her reflection in the mirror with red marks dotting her chest, even some on her neck. She couldn’t help but blush again.

Her fingers gently caressed those dark and ambiguous marks.

"Don’t worry, as long as you’re unwilling, I won’t touch you."

In her mind, Fu Hengyi’s words from last night resonated, and the image of Fu Hengyi, covered in sweat but stopping at the crucial moment, floated before her eyes.

A faint smile appeared at the corners of her lips. Although she wouldn’t have blamed Fu Hengyi even if he had followed through — after all, they were husband and wife — it was probably the case that she would have felt a hint of disappointment.

Shen Qinglan quickly changed her clothes and went into the kitchen. It wasn’t until she splashed her face with cold water that the heat gradually subsided.

She opened the refrigerator, checked the available ingredients, and took out a few items, planning to make breakfast. She didn’t know what Fu Hengyi liked to eat, so she planned to make what she usually ate.

She didn’t like eating Western-style breakfast, and making buns was too late now, so Shen Qinglan only planned to make tomato and egg noodles.

When Fu Hengyi finished showering and came out, he saw this scene: Shen Qinglan wearing an apron, her hair casually tied with an elastic band, holding a spoon as she stirred something.

This version of Shen Qinglan shed her usual aloofness, becoming gentle and serene, like a fairy who never touched mundane matters transformed into an ordinary woman. This made her homely yet increasingly drew Fu Hengyi’s gaze.

"You go get the chopsticks; it’ll be ready soon." Shen Qinglan, noticing Fu Hengyi, said without daring to meet his eyes.

Fu Hengyi’s face had returned to calmness. He walked over, "I’ll serve it. You go wait at the table."

Shen Qinglan nodded and walked out of the kitchen.

Fu Hengyi served two bowls of noodles and brought them out.