Chapter 54 Married Woman or Wife

"The Road and Bridge Bureau is signing a contract with Tu Yuandong the day after tomorrow." Chen Ang spoke quickly, but enunciated every word clearly. "Just now, during a call between Manager Hu and Yu Fei, he emphasized that the construction schedule is extremely tight. I think there's a problem."

"So, I need you to check all the information on that building: the developer, property rights, debts, and whether it's listed on any exchange or auction platform."

"Give me half a day." Shen Pianran clearly realized that Chen Ang might be planning something.

After hanging up, he immediately sent a message to Jiang Shan, requesting a background check report on this office building as quickly as possible, and noted that money was no object.

After washing his hands, Chen Ang returned to his seat, and the dishes had already been served.

Yu Fei was eating a piece of sweet and sour pork rib, but her eyes remained fixed on Chen Ang.

She watched him as she ate, her eyes filled with a certain ambiguous sense of anticipation.

"You've done me two favors today." Chen Ang picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of crab roe tofu. The taste was bland, so he pushed the plate away.

Yu Fei put down her chopsticks and wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin. Her eyelashes turned slightly upward, and her gaze locked onto his. "Then how are you going to repay me?"

"You tell me."

"You left too quickly last time. Now that we've finished eating, come sit at my place."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

She took the question and turned it into a soul-stirring lure.

Just as Chen Ang was about to speak again, Yu Fei suddenly picked up some food for him, looking at him with seductive eyes. "Tu Yuandong shouldn't have had the chance to sleep in your wife's bed, right?"

Hearing this, the desire in the depths of Chen Ang's heart was cracked open by these words. He stared at the woman in a daze, then stood up directly. "Well then, let's go."

Yu Fei completely lost the desire to eat. She stood up and walked toward him, her lithe body bringing a faint fragrance.

As the fragrance grew stronger, a voice reached Chen Ang's ears, just loud enough for him to hear: "Master Chen, the drain at home is clogged. Please help me."

Chen Ang's Adam's apple bobbed. Without a word, he wrapped his arm around Yu Fei's plump waist and walked quickly out of the restaurant.

Building 12, Qiongjing Garden.

Pushing open the door, there was a scent of incense mixed with iris and candles.

Yu Fei kicked her white high heels aside near the shoe cabinet and walked barefoot into the living room. She took a bottle of red wine from the cupboard, took down two wine glasses, and bent over along the edge of the coffee table to pour the wine.

Chen Ang watched her curves as she poured the wine, his lower abdomen heating up. He suddenly asked, "Where are we drinking?"

"In my room, of course. Don't you want to get into my bed?" She pushed the glass toward him.

Fragrance, a bed, a married woman. The imagery rushed toward him.

The two entered the master bedroom one after the other. The lights weren't on, and the room was somewhat dim, but the atmosphere was perfect.

Chen Ang saw artistic portraits of her in lingerie hanging on the wall; her makeup was exquisite, and her figure even more so.

A burning sensation washed over him again.

Yu Fei was already sitting on the edge of the bed, her light-white skirt hem rolled up, revealing a section of fair leg above her knee.

Through a narrow gap in the curtains, sunlight spilled in, casting a halo of light upon her.

She untied her silk scarf, wrapped it casually around her wrist, and tied it into a loose bow.

Chen Ang downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, walked forward, and placed the glass on the nightstand.

Yu Fei grabbed his collar and pulled him down; Chen Ang leaned over.

The rustling sound of undressing filled the air.

Then, the sunlight shifted, landing precisely on her smooth body.

She let out a soft moan, leaving herself at the mercy of Master Chen.

A moment later, the master bedroom was silent, save for the sound of heavy, rapid breathing, with the occasional muffled groan escaping.

I don't know how much time had passed when the storm subsided.

Yu Fei leaned against the headboard, her whole body filled with a strange, tingling sensation.

Her hair at her temples was soaked with sweat, clinging to her cheeks, which were still flushed with a lingering heat.

She pulled up a corner of the quilt to cover her chest and lazily opened her eyes to look at Chen Ang. Her gaze was like it had been soaked in warm water, soft enough to melt.

Chen Ang lit a cigarette, feeling the subtle stimulation as the smoke hit his lungs. He looked back at her and asked, "Is it cleared?"

"Mm." Yu Fei affirmed his work.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was a bit hoarse and low. "You said last time that you and Wen Huilin haven't done it much these past few years. Just what is your life like to have bottled you up like this?"

Chen Ang leaned against the headboard, not answering the question. After taking another two puffs of his cigarette, he looked at her again. "When can you introduce me to Manager Hu? There are some collaborations I want to discuss with him."

"What kind of collaboration do you want to talk to him about?"

"Why are you asking so much? Afraid I'll harm you?"

With a weak "Mm," Yu Fei closed her eyes. "Do whatever you want. No need to harm me, I'm dying anyway."

At this moment, her mind couldn't organize any thoughts or defenses.

She just lazily turned over and used her fingers to untie the silk scarf wrapped around her wrist.

Then she turned back and squeezed into the crook of Chen Ang's arm, feeling the solidity of his chest and his fierce heartbeat.

Just then, Tu Yuandong's voice came from outside: "Yu Fei, are you home? I've brought Xiao Ying back."

Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Chen Ang propped himself up to reach for his clothes on the nightstand, but Yu Fei suddenly rolled over on top of him and kissed him.

Her lips had barely touched his for a second when the footsteps in the stairwell reached the second-floor hallway.

Leather shoes clicked on the marble floor tiles, each step drawing closer.

A knock on the door exploded through the room.

"Yu Fei? Are you not here?"

Chen Ang rolled over, pinning her back beneath him, and the mattress springs let out a muffled groan under the pressure.

Yu Fei didn't answer. She arched her neck, wrapped her hands around him, and scratched several red marks onto Chen Ang's back.

Tu Yuandong knocked three more times. "Yu Fei? Are you taking a nap? I'm just letting you know I dropped Xiao Ying off. She had a lot of fun today and is playing in the garden downstairs now."

His voice, muffled yet clear, came through the door.

Inside the room, separated by only a door, Yu Fei's fingernails were raking across Chen Ang's back.

This unprecedented, forbidden thrill made Chen Ang's dopamine surge wildly. He held down Yu Fei's hands and lowered his voice: "He's at the door."

"I heard him. So what? I only want you." Yu Fei's voice was lazy, completely devoid of the tension of being caught.

"Want something more thrilling?" He lowered his voice.

Yu Fei's response was to stretch her leg out from under the sheet and wrap it around the back of his knee, her toes hooking onto the outside of his calf and sliding down, her eyes narrowing slightly.

The knocking stopped for four or five seconds, then began again.

Chen Ang rolled over to pin her from behind. While gently sniffing the roses, the tiger in his heart let out a low roar, unleashing all its ferocity upon this autumn begonia.

"Yu Fei?" Tu Yuandong's voice came in again. "Did you hear me? Say something."

Yu Fei still didn't respond, instead sliding downward silently.

Chen Ang threw his head back and let out a long hiss...

Footsteps sounded downstairs again, growing more distant, followed by the sound of the security door closing.

Outside, it was quiet, but inside, the storm raged once more.

I don't know how long it had been when the phone suddenly rang.

Chen Ang looked up in the midst of it, and the name "Tu Yuandong" on the screen made him pause slightly.

But Yu Fei pressed the answer button directly.

This made Chen Ang's heart slam against his ribs, every beat tugging at his nerves.