Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married Chapter 85 - Are You Jealous, Mr. Yue?

Chapter 85: Are You Jealous, Mr. Yue?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Walking out of the elevator, Yue Tingfeng said, “Sure, moan twice for me.”
Yan Qingsi clenched her teeth, nearly shattering them. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m okay with that, but are you sure that’s enough for you?”
“It isn’t enough, of course. I very much prefer the real deal. Open up your door.”
Yan Qingsi was completely startled. “I’m shooting some scenes outside.”
Yue Tingfeng snickered. “Stop pretending. I know you’re in there. If you don’t want me to get someone who can break down this door, then be a good girl and open up.”
She ran to the door, tiptoed, then looked through the peephole. The sight of Yue Tingfeng looking at her with his reddened eyes made her go weak in the knees.
Yan Qingsi knew that he could not see her at that moment, but she became terrified and panicky.
The man standing outside had a sly little smile. After many years of struggling in dangerous situations, she formed an innate intuition when it came to impending peril—she knew that something was wrong with Yue Tingfeng.
Yan Qingsi knew all too well that things did not just end the other day. Sooner or later, Yue Tingfeng would come for her, and until then her heart would always feel insecure.
Yue Tingfeng was a patient man. He slowly undid the topmost button of his shirt while standing on the other side of the door.
His voice was unhurried. “Don’t make me say it a second time.”
Holding her phone tight, Yan Qingsi opened the door grudgingly. “How did you know I was here?”
Yue Tingfeng ignored her. He placed the phone down, pushed Yan Qingsi in, then stepped foot into the house.
Once inside, he looked at the surrounding in disgust. “Men have been here before.”
Clenching her jaw, Yan Qingsi retorted, “Well duh, my assistant comes here every day.”
“He’s also a man.”
Yan Qingsi had her guard up. “What are you doing here?”
Yue Tingfeng broke into laughter and tossed the phone aside. He took off his jacket and grinned while looking at Yan Qingsi. His lips were red, and they seemed bloodthirsty. “Why, to do you of course! Come on now, moan a couple of times for me?”
Enraged, Yan Qingsi shot back. “Go home and listen to your mommy moan.”
Yan Qingsi’s expression looked terrible and she was slightly pale. There was anger in her eyes as she glared at Yue Tingfeng.
He moved closer to her and lifted her chin with both his fingers, feigning frivolousness. “I’m much more interested in listening to a young woman’s moan.”
She shoved away Yue Tingfeng’s hand. “Move over.”
Yue Tingfeng grabbed her hand immediately and threw her on the bed.
“Sure, I’d like to move around with you on the bed. Seems like we both have the same thought.”
Yan Qingsi’s heart skipped a bit. She got up immediately, but she managed to only move slightly before Yue Tingfeng pushed her down once again.
He loosened his necktie, tied up both her wrists, then fastened them onto the bed head.
Yan Qingsi’s uneasiness made her face turn red. “Yue Tingfeng, you motherf*cking pervert! Let go of me.”
Seemingly in good spirits, Yue Tingfeng got up and circled the room like a lunatic. He found a pair of scissors and held it to her throat. “Stop trying to pretend you’re a virgin. I don’t remember you being such a modest woman? Why the f*ck are you still pretending after sleeping with Luo Jinchuan?”
The color drained from Yan Qingsi’s face, and in a split second, she understood what he meant.
Yue Tingfeng knew she got in contact with Luo Jinchuan.
She had no idea how much Yue Tingfeng knew, so she said purposely, “What do you mean by Luo Jinchuan? Can you be more specific? Why don’t I know about this?”
Yue Tingfeng’s teeth felt sore. “You’re still going to be stubborn? The picture is quite intimate, isn’t it? How does it feel to fool around in the parking lot? You enjoyed yourself a lot, hm?”
All of a sudden, Yan Qingsi calmed down. The only thing she worried about was that he recognized her from the photograph. She looked at him icily, “What is it you’re trying to do, Mr. Yue? Are you jealous?”