Who Said That She Was Your Wife?
âWho said that she was your wife?â Li Beichen, who had changed into house clothes, scowled coldly as he walked downstairs.
âDonât you want the best for me, Little Uncle? Yunyi isnât around, so my chances of winning are higher.â
His little uncle did not like women, and he was not joining in anyway. Furthermore, Yunyi was not home.
That meant his advantage was magnified. Besides, Ye Qingge had hit him with her car.
She had to take care of him. Obviously, this was first come, first served.
âI think the girl is more compatible with Yunyi. What do you think, Beichen?â
Li Xingming narrowed his eyes, looking at Li Beichen more intensely than ever.
âHey, old man. Look at my leg. Who knows if Iâll ever be able to walk again. Why should Yunyi get the bride when Iâm the one whoâs been hit? Iâm telling you this now. I want Ye Qingge. Sheâs my wife.â
Li Nancheng was beginning to pout, refusing to relent.
âThereâs no use sulking at me. Itâs all in the girlâs hands now. Take her, if you can,â Li Nancheng yelled forcefully at Li Nancheng.
âYouâre right! Whatâs done canât be undone. Thatâs how you got Grandmother back then, Grandpa.â
Li Nancheng was excited. Now, he had a new plan.
Li Beichen narrowed his eyes and shot Li Nancheng an icy glare.
He turned around and headed toward the kitchen.
Ye Qingge was quietly cooking in the kitchen and did not notice when Li Beichen walked in.
The kitchen was huge and Li Beichen moved very silently, like a graceful leopard.
He leaned against the refrigerator, watching Ye Qingge as she skillfully prepared the food.
Her knife work was not bad. It was easy to tell that she cooked quite often.
The light shone upon Ye Qinggeâs white shirt and black fitted skirt.
It was such a simple pairing, yet it seemed to bring out a different side to her.
The aroma from her cooking slowly filled the room as she worked her stir-fry with the spatula.
Ye Qingge tucked her hair behind her ear and picked up a cup to take a sip of water.
These effortless actions made Li Beichenâs Adamâs apple quiver instinctively.
With one smooth move of his long legs, he casually strode toward Ye Qingge.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He was like a hunter that had been lying in wait for a long time.
His arms suddenly wrapped around Ye Qinggeâs delicate waist as he buried his head into the crook of her neck.
This was his first time doing so, yet it felt familiar.
The spatula, which was in the midst of stir-frying the food, stopped.
She felt the manâs hot breath on the crook of her neck, tickling her gently.
âSmells good.â It was an ambiguous statement. She was not sure if he was referring to the food or her.
Ye Qinggeâs throat tightened and her heart raced.
She did not expect Li Beichen would be so presumptuous at home.
âWhat if Grandpa sees this?â
âLi Beichen, donât go overboard.â She lowered her voice, afraid that someone else might hear her or run into them.
She could feel that Li Beichen was holding her with minimal force, but she could not seem to wiggle away.
âWhat have I done wrong?â
His voice was cold and deep, but it sounded wickedly charming to Ye Qinggeâs ears, as if it were dripping with seduction.
âLet go of me. Grandpa will catch us.â Ye Qingge turned off the gas stove.
Having been forcefully kissed twice, Ye Qingge knew that Li Beichen was dangerous.
âStop moving!â He grabbed Ye Qinggeâs hand and placed it on a certain part of his body.
Ye Qinggeâs lovely face immediately turned red.
âThis man is reallyâ¦â
âIf you donât? let me go, Iâm going to scream.â Her voice sounded indignant and a little shy.
âGo ahead. What do you think my dadâs trying to do? Do you really think that youâre going to marry Nancheng?â
He knew exactly what his father had been planning when he saw his eyes darting around.
âIf I canât marry Li Nancheng, Iâll marry Chu Yunyi!â
Ye Qingge was frantic because she could clearly feel⦠that certain part growing larger and larger...