Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife (Web Novel)

After the dinner, Yang Feng planned on bringing her into his home, but Zhao Moyao's frequent phone calls made it nearly impossible to do anything with her. He made up his mind to move her into Cerulean Water Pavillion as soon as possible.

When the two got near the house, Zhao Lifei was fast asleep already. She was comfortably nestled in his arms, sitting on his lap, and driving him insane without realizing it.

With her face resting on his shoulders, her rosy lips that were slightly parted, her warm breath tickling his neck. It was pure torture for him. He wanted to do nothing but kiss her silly but she was fast asleep.

Hu Wei noticed his boss' obvious irritation and tried his best to not burst out laughing every time he looked in the rearview mirror. His boss was staring out of the window and towards the blinding night lights of Shenbei, but it was very easy to see his lips were thinned and his eyebrows were scrunched together. He was trying to control himself which was a very difficult task for any man.

He sighed for his pitiful boss, shaking his head and continuing the drive there. As they drove, the Lady Boss' phone went off for the fifth time tonight. It seemed her grandfather was simply too overprotective of her…

Yang Feng fished the phone out of her purse and when he saw it was Zhao Moyao, he let out a tired sigh and picked up the phone.

"Xiao Fei, where are you now? It's ten at night, why are you still not home?" He pestered, the last time he called was thirty minutes ago. He was usually not like this when she lived by herself, but now that she was in his care, he behaved like a helicopter parent instead of a grandfather.

"We're ten minutes away from your house. She has fallen asleep." Yang Feng spoke for her, adjusting her body a bit so that she was more comfortable.

Zhao Lifei mumbled something incoherent in her sleep before burying her face into his neck, her soft lips brushing his neck, causing his entire body to stiffen. His fingers curled into fists, his nails digging into his skin, as he tried his best to restrain himself.

"You seem very annoyed Yang Heng, is it because of me?" Zhao Moyao provoked, a slight teasing tone in his voice. He was purposely calling them again and again just to irk Yang Feng and hearing the anger in the man's voice, he knew he was succeeding.

Yang Feng scowled, resisting the urge to smash the phone against the window. "No."

"Are you sure? You know, Yang Heng, my granddaughter doesn't like men who disrespect their elders." Zhao Moyao leaned his head on a propped up arm, a cunning smile on his face while he imagined the hilarious scene of Yang Feng's agitated face.

Yang Feng's frown deepened, his fingers tightening around the phone, grinding out, "Yes, I'm sure."

This old man has a death wish. If it was anyone else but his woman's grandfather, regardless if he was a wrinkling elder, he would still inflict harm. But he was Zhao Lifei's precious family and he would never do anything that would hurt her.

Zhao Moyao snickered before his face became more serious. "Well, Yang Heng, I hope you get used to these calls when taking my granddaughter out for the night."

Yang Feng grunted in reply. He was determined to move her into Cerulean Water Pavilion by tomorrow. This would finally get the old man off of his back.

"A little birdy told me you brought Xiao Fei to visit your parents. Care to explain?"

"I don't talk to birds." He muttered, not wanting to say anything.

He knew she was disappointed that his parents did not seem that fond of her, especially when Su Meixiu was brought up. She was very patient with him, too scared of voicing her opinion that she did not like Su Meixiu. Keeping all of her emotions bottled up, he knew it would not be good for her. Using a long and curled finger, he gently caressed her cheek, leaning down to kiss it.

"What was your parent's impression of her?"

"Neutral."

"Really now?" Zhao Moyao did not believe his words. He did not know Yang Qianlu personally, but he had dug enough into the man to know he would not be pleased to see that Zhao Lifei had a bad reputation.

"I assume that little secretary of yours was brought up during the conversation." Zhao Moyao's relaxed expression became dark, shadows covering his face, his eyes becoming deadly still.

"The rumor in the office has been dealt with."

"That secretary has wormed her way into the hearts of too many people that are close to you." Zhao Moyao had dug more into Su Meixiu and was disturbed by what he found out about her.

She was Yang Feng's secretary for quite some time now and had been a part of his life ever since he took over the CEO position from his father. She was a very useless and clumsy girl when she started off, but eventually with the help of her peers and Yang Feng's surprising patience with her, she was able to flourish into the woman she is today.

That was not the thing that astonished Zhao Moyao. It was her background. She was from a well-off middle-class family whose history dated back for many generations.

"It's part of her nature."

BAM!

Zhao Moyao slammed his hand onto his desk, an infuriated expression on his face. "Yang Heng, don't you dare make excuses for her in front of my face!" He snarled, his voice resembling a provoked lion.

"I will not have my granddaughter embarrassed again just because her man could not remain loyal!" He snarled, his voice growing more lethal as he declared, "If you plan on fooling around with Su Meixiu, I do not care if you're a Yang, I will ruin you."

Yang Feng did not flinch at Zhao Moyao's threat.

The arms loosely around Zhao Lifei's body tightened, hauling her body closer to his, leaving no room in between them. He would never allow her to go, even if Zhao Moyao were to take her by force. If it happened, kidnapping her would be an easy feat for him.

"If I wanted to do something with Su Meixiu, I would've long done it in the past. I'm not blind, I could see her advances."

Zhao Moyao's face became red with anger now. "Bastard! You're allowing a woman who's in love with you to stay by your side?!"

"Su Meixiu is a very professional employee. She would never mix her feelings with her work, this I have made sure of—"

"Do you think I've become too old and senile enough for you to think I would pardon those words?" Zhao Moyao stood up when he saw the car driving up the pavement leading to the front entrance. He walked downstairs just as the car pulled up to the door.

Yang Feng pressed his lips together when the car door was practically flung open. Hu Wei stepped out, armed with a gun, on high-alert from the intrusion.

Zhao Moyao did not come unprepared. Accompanying him was Old Butler Tang who despite his old age, was once the country's leading Commander, skilled in weapons and combat. Even as he stood now, tall and refined, there were two guns hidden inside of his tailcoat.

"Release my granddaughter."

Yang Feng held her closer, his eyes, darker than night, became piercingly fierce. A heavy air of death lingered around him, sending the temperature around him plummeting. There was an eerily still expression on his face, the epitome of calm before the calamity.

"Do not keep her from me." His voice, low and mellow, hid a threat. If Zhao Moyao were to prevent her from seeing him, without a doubt, Yang Feng would forcibly take her, lock her away, and never allow anyone to dare have the thought of separating the two.

"I can do whatever I please if it concerns my granddaughter's well-being!" Zhao Moyao hissed, waving his fingers as swarms of men came out of the shadows, surrounding the car.

Yang Feng was not at all disturbed or frightened by the crowd of armed people, for his men were not far behind. Hu Wei could easily take down ten men in a span of a minute. If he was to set off a signal, the Zhao Mansion would instantly be a warzone — the sole victor would be Yang Feng alone.