Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yan Qingsi knew that she was just like an ant to him. All she did was make a false show of bravado.

Be that as it may, she was adamant about giving Yue Tingfeng a hard time.

Why must she let herself be degraded by him?

A shredding sound was heard—Yan Qingsi’s skirt was torn in half.

Yue Tingfeng glared at her with his chilly eyes. “I’m sorry, my hands slipped.”

Only a bra and panties covered her entire body. She lay on the bed like a meek little lamb.

Yan Qingsi’s face remained indifferent. “Oh, no problem. Mr. Yue’s a rich man anyway. Just compensate for its full price. Don’t you think about reneging on your debt, Mr. Yue.”

Yue Tingfeng ignored her and was completely transfixed on admiring her body. He could not resist himself from thinking that her body was completely perfect. Her lushness was just right, and she was full in all the right places while being lean in other areas. Her slender waist fits perfectly in his hand.

The only time he slept with her was three years ago.

He thought about it, remembering the pleasure and gratification he felt that night.

That woman had a simply delectable body.

Yue Tingfeng slid his hand across her flat stomach. “Be my stepmother? Sounds like a good plan, but I don’t think you can give birth to my brother!”

That was because his father’s seed was no longer viable.

Yan Qingsi frowned and stared icily at him.

With a curl of the lips, Yue Tingfeng said, “You can be my stepmother, but if you want to give me a brother, you’ll have to borrow my sperm.”

Yan Qingsi was enlightened by that one sentence. His father was either infertile or had a vasectomy, which was why he was not as angry as she expected him to be.

She stared frigidly at Yue Tingfeng. “What is it you’re trying to do? Are you here just to chastise me? Just because I slept with Luo Jinchuan? What reason do you have for controlling me, Yue Tingfeng? What relationship do you have with me? At most, I’m nothing more than a woman you slept with—no wait, you’re nothing more than a man that I once slept with that one night. I’ve slept with plenty of men, and if everyone was like you, I’d be harassed to death by now.”

Almost fully naked, she was laying there in a very humiliating manner, yet she still stared at Yue Tingfeng without showing any sign of despair.

He grinned, looking dashingly handsome as he did so. It was the most magnificent smile that Yan Qingsi ever laid eyes on, but within it, she could feel waves after waves of bone-chilling iciness.

Yue Tingfeng leaned over and laid down beside Yan Qingsi. “Anything that I’ve used before must remain mine, even if I don’t want it anymore. Many years ago, I had a cat. It ran away, but I spent a lot of time and expense just to get it back. Where do you think the cat is now?”

Yan Qingsi kept quiet while Yue Tingfeng continued, “When I found it, I fed it. And now, the peach tree in my backyard blooms magnificently every spring.”

Soon, Yan Qingsi felt a numbness in her scalp. ‘This man is a f*cking lunatic.’

There was only one principle in Yue Tingfeng’s world—his things, those that he had marked, belonged only to him. No one was allowed to touch it, even if he decided that he did not want that thing anymore.

He was a tyrannical bigot who was crazily possessive and severely territorial.

Yan Qingsi regretted having such shallow knowledge of Yue Tingfeng. She did not expect him to be so f*cking sick in the head.

She had no intention of being alone with him any longer and lamented letting Xiao Xu leave early. Who knew what that b*stard Yue Tingfeng was going to do?