Chapter 253: Sleeping Into Feelings?

Song Ci did not dare let Yuan Fengye notice that she had overheard his phone call, so she prepared to return to her room quietly.

She was worried that her cell phone might be bugged, so she did not rush to contact the people from the Zhu family.

However, she had just turned around when she failed to notice a servant coming up from the stairwell: "Ma'am, shall I have breakfast sent to your room?"

The servant's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and it was heard exactly by Yuan Fengye downstairs.

He hung up the phone and looked upstairs.

Seeing that she could not return to her room now, Song Ci pretended she had just come out of the room and said lazily and casually, "I'll go downstairs to eat."

Yuan Fengye's gaze was fixed on her.

She had just woken up, her long chestnut-colored curly hair draped behind her head, and she was wearing a black spaghetti-strap silk nightgown.

As she walked down the stairs, the view at her chest swayed incessantly like waves.

She was extremely lazy and charming.

He narrowed his eyes; he knew better than anyone that Song Ci had a good figure. Previously, he hadn't had much interest in women with such seductive figures, but every part of Song Ci seemed to be equipped with radar, shooting precisely at him.

"Who are you trying to seduce, dressing like that early in the morning?" Yuan Fengye threw his phone onto the sofa, stood up, and followed her toward the dining room.

Damn it, he had been teased into an unbearable itch by her early in the morning, and she still wanted to eat breakfast!

As Song Ci walked, she looked back and scanned him up and down, "Average and confident man."

"Average and confident?" Yuan Fengye laughed in anger. He stepped forward and gripped Song Ci's arm tightly, "I don't know who it is that moans incessantly under me; does an average and confident man also suit Mrs. Yuan's taste so well?"

Song Ci was forced to stop. Hearing his "average and confident man" remark, she sneered, "My best friend is an actress. Having received her personal instruction, I am a professional at acting. Otherwise, how could I get money out of your hands?"

A dangerous aura shot out from Yuan Fengye's eyes. He curled his lips coldly. Not knowing which word had infuriated him, he gritted his teeth, "Fine, let me see Mrs. Yuan's acting skills again. Let me have my eyes opened!"

As he spoke, he ignored Song Ci's struggle, picked her up by the waist, and walked toward the living room sofa.

Seeing that he was about to go crazy in the living room, Song Ci finally panicked, "Yuan Fengye, are you a dog!"

Servants were coming and going in the living room, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains were open. Sunlight spilled into the house, and the living room was very bright.

He wanted to do that kind of thing regardless of the occasion; how was he any different from a dog?

Yuan Fengye lowered his head to kiss and bite her neck. He raised his head, his eyes completely red, and said with heavy, panting breaths, "What, are you scared?"

But how could Song Ci let him act so recklessly? She pushed him, "Go to my room."

They were husband and wife now. She had long prepared herself mentally for what a husband and wife should do before they got married. The living room would have been fine, but she didn't let Yuan Fengye act recklessly because they hadn't taken any safety measures.

She didn't want to get pregnant, and she wanted to take medicine even less. Besides, Yuan Fengye's private life was so messy that she didn't want to get infected with any diseases.

However, Yuan Fengye ignored her. He had already pulled down one of her shoulder straps, his hot, wet kisses moving down from her collarbone, and his large palm reached into the hem of her dress.

"Yuan Fengye!"

Yuan Fengye did not stop his movements. He looked at her face, which was flushed with anger and shame, with a playful gaze, and smiled triumphantly, "I won't."

The servants who had been in the living room left silently the moment Yuan Fengye threw Song Ci onto the sofa, and they even closed the front door.

He gritted his teeth, "Average and confident man? Today, I'll let you see the difference between me and an average and confident man!"

Suddenly, he let out a muffled groan, took a heavy breath, and glared at the Song Ci beneath him with eyes wide enough to split, "You dare grab me! Let go!"

"Go to my room." Song Ci did not back down.

Yuan Fengye was being grabbed so hard he couldn't even breathe. He was terrified that if he didn't agree, this heartless woman Song Ci would crush it for him.

He picked up Song Ci, whose nightgown had been ruffled by him, but the hateful thing was that Song Ci still wouldn't let go!

He strode up the stairs. When he reached the door of the master bedroom, Song Ci grabbed him hard again, "Go to my room."

"Fuck." Yuan Fengye cursed under his breath, turned around, went to the guest bedroom, and kicked the door open.

The room was filled with the scent of a woman, all of it the smell of Song Ci. Yuan Fengye's breathing was heavy, his body becoming increasingly stiff, and hot sweat dripped from his temples. Before he even put Song Ci down, he anxiously lowered his head to kiss her.

But Song Ci still held onto him tightly. Yuan Fengye was furious, "What do you want again!"

"Condoms, in my bedside drawer."

Yuan Fengye tore apart the nightgown that was in his way and used one hand to pull off his own white T-shirt, "Wear what? My dad wants to hold a big grandson."

"I think you're dirty." Song Ci curled her body up, but she refused to let go.

Yuan Fengye gasped and gritted his teeth, "I'm not dirty!"

"Who knows." Song Ci did not show weakness.

Sweat dripped continuously from Yuan Fengye's jaw. He lowered his head, his gaze deep and scorching as he stared at Song Ci, "Not wearing one."

"That's a different price."

Yuan Fengye didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, "How much?"

"Ten million, per time."

"You're robbing me!" Yuan Fengye pointed outside the door, "Go out and ask around, who is as expensive as you?"

"I'm not as familiar with the market as President Yuan. That's my price. Take it or leave it?"

Looking at the woman beneath him, with the arrow already on the bowstring, how could he not fire? "You want money, right? Fine."

Yuan Fengye kicked away the clothes that had fallen by his feet, turned around, and strode out of the guest bedroom.

Not long after, he came back in with something in his hand and slammed it onto the bedside table—it was, shockingly, a book of cash checks and a fountain pen.

He pulled Song Ci's hand and pinned her beneath him, while his other hand gripped the fountain pen and quickly filled out a check, "Ten million per time, right? If you have the guts, fill this whole book today!"

As he spoke, he tossed the pen aside, pinched Song Ci's chin, and kissed her lips fiercely.

For the entire day, Yuan Fengye did not leave Song Ci's room. When he was hungry, he had people send food into the room; when he was thirsty, he had them send water in; when he was sleepy, he held Song Ci to sleep; and when he woke up, he continued to fill out checks.

Every servant who came out of the room was blushing.

Although they hadn't witnessed the scene, the scent filling the room and the sounds from the bathroom, behind the balcony curtains, or on the large bed were enough to make people's imaginations run wild.

Song Ci felt that Yuan Fengye was probably crazy. She wanted money, but she valued her life even more.

So, when night fell and Yuan Fengye picked up the fountain pen again, she said lazily, "I'm afraid you'll go bankrupt."

"My bankruptcy would mean you'd become a wealthy woman with more money than the country. I'll support you, you support me, why wouldn't that work?" Yuan Fengye signed his name neatly.

Song Ci narrowed her lazy, beautiful eyes, "If you go bankrupt, I'll kick you to the curb."

Yuan Fengye's face turned cold immediately, "Do you really take me for an ATM?"

"What else? What did you think your position was with me?" Song Ci laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Wasn't it you who said at the start that our marriage had neither love nor a grave, only the crematorium you prepared for me?"

"What, have you developed feelings for me from sleeping together?"

Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged, and he simply said indifferently, "Since that is the case, then please proceed."