Chapter Twenty-Three: You Can Breathe While Kissing

Fu Yong hummed in agreement. After a moment of silence, his eyelids moved, and his gaze deepened. "Hua Tang went out to do some business today." 

Having dropped that titbit, he got up and left the rooftop.

Yu Chidong stared dumbfoundedly at his retreating figure like a fool. Su Cheng was an intelligent man and quickly understood his intentions.

"What does that mean? Can't he make things clear..." said Yu Chidong, perplexed.

Su Cheng chuckled, "Hurry up and investigate!"

"What am I investigating?" Yu Chidong asked.

"Find out which clients Hua Tang is working with today!"

Yu Chidong felt he couldn't keep up with his friends' thought processes anymore, and he queried, "Why? Didn't Fu Yong say to ignore her?"

Su Cheng rolled his eyes. 'This idiot…'

When Fu Yong returned home, Hua Tang was not back yet. 

He looked around and noticed that, although Hua Tang had been busy with work recently, the house was still as clean as ever, and everything in the kitchen was in order. 

He smiled slightly. Hua Tang was already so busy, yet she worked tirelessly and without complaint. She also took care of the household.

It looked like she was sincere; she planned to spend the rest of her life with him. But could he really give her the life she deserved?

Fu Yong paused briefly before turning around and walking into the bathroom. 

Regardless of what the future had in store, he had to live well in the present. He remembered that Hua Tang had once said that the household belonged to them both; as a husband, he should also share some of the housework.

He looked at the dirty laundry basket and started to wash the clothes that had built up over the past few days. 

'Hua Tang will be very happy when she comes back and sees the clean laundry.'

He washed the clothes, piece by piece until he came upon a small white garment. It was Hua Tang's bra, and it had a very simple and basic style. 

He held it in his palm and gently stroked the cup with his thumb. Fu Yong curled his lips in a smile. Even though she looked small and skinny, she had volume in certain areas.

Fu Yong's throat was a little dry, his thoughts miles away. 

He came back to his senses and was about to continue washing the laundry when he heard the sound of the front door open and shut. 

Immediately after, Hua Tang's voice came from outside as she said, "You're home? I drank too much water in the afternoon. I need to use the bathroom ..."

She had walked to the bathroom as she spoke, but her voice trailed off as their eyes met.

Hua Tang looked down surprised at the item held in Fu Yong's hands. Instantly, she blushed up to her ears, her little face as red as blood.

"What are you doing with this!" Flustered, she swiftly snatched the bra from his hands.

Fu Yong was also a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said, "I have nothing to do at home, so I decided to do the laundry."

Hua Tang lowered her head and kept her eyes hooded, looking everywhere but at him. Her heart was beating a rapid staccato.

"You... You can leave it there. I'll wash it."

"Didn't you say that we both have to contribute around the house? We can share the housework. I can't cook, but I can do the laundry," Fu Yong answered, trying his best to keep his tone calm and natural.

"No, there's really no need! This is mine. I can wash it myself…" Hua Tang refused as she shook her head repeatedly. He found her abashed appearance extremely cute.

Fu Yong looked at her, eyes reddened in passion. The restlessness that coursed through him as a certain part of his body stirred was like a small beast rampaging in his heart.

"I am your husband." His voice was low and hoarse as he deliberately leaned close to her ear and said seductively, "There's no need for such distinctions between husband and wife. Isn't it normal for me to help you wash your underwear?"

Hua Tang lowered her head, her big eyes showing nervousness, and even her breathing became hurried.

Fu Yong's hot chest pressed close to hers, and she was wrapped in his arms. Then, she was swept away by an overwhelming kiss. 

She was unfamiliar with the act; she didn't know how to kiss nor what to do in her current situation. She even forgot to breathe in the face of this man's intense oppressive aura.

However, her flustered and inexperienced reactions only made Fu Yong want to cherish and possess her even more…

Her little face burned red from his kiss. She looked at him, misty-eyed and dazed, not knowing what he would do next but not rejecting his actions either. 

"Hubby…" Her soft voice seemed to hint at something, like a kitten's paw gently scratching the man's heart.

Fu Yong bent down to pick her up and whispered, "You can breathe while kissing." As he spoke, he strode into the bedroom, and the two fell onto the bed. 

He tore off his clothes with his large hand and was about to divest her from hers when his phone rang at an untimely moment. It continued to ring persistently. 

Fu Yong sighed heavily, got out of bed, and walked to the living room. The moment he picked up the call, he roared, "What do you want?!"

Yu Chidong jumped and trembled in fear."Fu Yong, …I-is this a bad time to talk?" 

His heart was in his throat. Even through the phone, he could feel the murderous intent coming from the other end. 'Did I interrupt something?'