Tycoon's Fake Wife

"I don't know, and there was no prior warning either, but..." Bo Fengheng pondered thoughtfully, recalling the Little Wild Cat who had injured him. Was it just a coincidence, or like him, had she received some tip-off in advance?

Or as he had tested, was she from the Mu Family?

"Who injured you? And what about that mark on your neck, it looks out of the ordinary, huh?" Lost in thought, the man puffing smoke clouds from his cigarette had come over unnoticed, his narrow, peach blossom eyes ambiguously scanning the clear bite mark on his neck.

The reason I say it's a bite mark, rather than a tooth mark, is that the mark is a red circle without any individual tooth traces. Though I don't know how it's done, anyone with eyes can tell it was made by a bite, and most likely by a woman.

But isn't the legendary Young Master Chu uninterested in all those girls constantly fluttering around him?

"Ran into a Little Wild Cat," Bo Fengheng said casually, his smile deep and seemingly excited, "almost got my neck snapped."

Si Chen, "..."

You're so excited about nearly getting your neck snapped, no problems there, right?

Those unaware might think you had you way with her.

Looks like the injuries on your hand were her doing as well.

"What did she look like?" Si Chen, now intrigued, wondered what kind of woman could make such an ascetic man interested in mundane pleasures.

Bo Fengheng smiled faintly, "Didn't get a good look."

Si Chen, "..."

"Here, light me up." Finally finishing bandaging his wounds, Bo Fengheng pulled a cigarette from his pocket, shamelessly moved in with it on his lips.

Si Chen quickly got up, staring at him disdainfully, "Light your own damn cigarette. You got no hands or legs or lighter? I'm not your lackey."

"Your 1941, I just gave it as a gift." Bo Fengheng's lips curved slightly, the light flaring brightly, casting a sea of stars in his profound eyes. After a while, he nonchalantly added, "Consider it an engagement gift."

"Damn, you swipe a lighter from me to charm a woman you haven't even seen properly, who nearly snapped your neck? Are you out of your mind?" Si Chen was flabbergasted.

That was a collector's item he had kept for ages!!

"Young Master Shen, you should feel lucky, our young master might actually break his chastity, which is way harder than our national soccer team making it to the World Cup." Shen Yifei, who had quietly been bandaging and tidying up the medical kit, couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly spoke up.

Si Chen was startled, then burst into uncontrollable laughter, "Hahaha... Shen Yifei, you really live up to being your master's right-hand man, tougher than the national soccer team making it to the World Cup, hahaha..."

There's nothing mysterious or elusive about Yangcheng's fourth master, because he's now laughing like an idiot.

Bo Fengheng, "..."

Are you guys having fun?

Fine, but wait, it's not over yet...

Si Chen rubbed his cramped jaw, "Oh, right, remember last time he was drugged by that Miss Sun whatever, the girl got naked in front of him, and he didn't touch her, just soaked in cold water all night..."

Afterward, the Sun Family started suffering big time. The Sun Group, which almost had a monopoly over Yangcheng's jewelry industry, declared bankruptcy in less than two months, mysteriously acquired by some crafty devil.

Shen Yifei nodded solemnly as if it was a serious matter, raising his eyelids slightly, "Hmm, actually, we all suspected that the person Young Master liked was you, and he had already revered you as the Young Madam deep in his heart."