His Genius Wife is a Superstar

Iris tilted her head to the side and looked at Jin Liwei with an expression of puzzlement. "But we're not married yet."

"So what?" He returned her puzzled expression with seriousness. "We're already married in my heart since the moment you told me that you love me too in front of that winter waterfalls back in Cross Academy last year. A wedding is just a formality. Or do you still not think of me as your husband?"

Her gaze dropped to the beautiful diamond engagement ring on her finger, causing her mouth to curve up and a tinge of pink to colour both her cheeks. Then she looked at him straight in the eyes again. "You're right."

His eyes narrowed. "I'm right that you still don't think of me as your husband?"

"No," she quickly denied. "You're right that even if we haven't officially married yet, we're already living together as husband and wife, building our family and home, and also planning our future together."

He nodded, pleased. "So call me husband, then." He raised both eyebrows and waited in anticipation. 

The blush on her cheeks deepened and her smile became shy. "Husband," she whispered.

"Louder."

"Husband."

"Again."

She giggled. "Husband."

"Nice. Again."

"Husband!"

He was now grinning. "Yes, wife. Is there anything this husband can do for my dear wife?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded. "There's something I really need right now."

"What is it, wife? Tell your husband. Don't be shy." He pulled her closer while maintaining eye contact to make sure that he caught all of her expressions. 

"Kiss me."

"Ah, what a coincidence. This husband also needs a kiss from wife." Then he caught her lips and kissed her until she became a moaning puddle of hot jelly.

They kissed for a long time, sometimes deep and fierce, sometimes gentle and sweet. It was something they both needed and comforted in after their fight earlier. When their mouths separated, they were both flushed and panting. 

Iris rested her head on his shoulder and inhaled the masculine scent of his neck, letting it wash over her. "I hate it when we fight."

"Me, too." He glided his hand up and down her spine, the satin material of her sleeping robe making his movement smooth and pleasurable to both of them.

"Let's not fight anymore in the future, okay?"

"That's impossible, love. I'm sure that we're going to fight many times again in the future. But that's normal. Fighting is something all couples do and experience. It's part of life." He chuckled softly when he saw her displeased expression. "And also, you know that the two of us have very distinct personalities, different from each other but both are equally dominant. As individuals, we are very strong-headed and like getting our own way."

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"So you have to admit that if we didn't end up being lovers, based on our personalities alone, we probably would've ended up either simply avoiding each other, or worse, becoming enemies because we would be butting heads all the damn time. Think about it." He frowned afterwards. It was obvious that he didn't like these two possibilities either even if he was the one who voiced it out. 

"Hmm. That's true. I really didn't like you at all when we first met. You were so pompous and irritating and so full of yourself and…"

He sighed. It wasn't a great feeling listening to his baby girl complain about him being an asshole in the past, but he couldn't refute her words because they were all true. So he stayed quiet and allowed her to continue complaining about his past bad attitude and behaviour. He really had been an asshole before—correction! He was still an asshole now but only to others who he didn't give a damn about, like those shameless people with ulterior motives who thought that they could use him to climb the social ladder. And to those who he deemed as enemies, the foolish ones who dared harm his baby girl and threatened their family? Being an asshole wouldn't cut it. To those kinds of people, he would become an avenging demon. 

Iris continued reminiscing about their interactions during the period when they first met. "You always bothered me, calling and messaging me numerous times a day, even very late at night. So annoying. And what's more, you seduced me all the time, such a pervert—"

"But you said that you liked it when I seduced you because I made you feel good," he interrupted. "Don't lie to me."

"True. I like that you made me feel good, but that doesn't change the fact that you were such a pervert back then. Actually, you're still a pervert now."

He gave her cheek a slight pinch. "Complaining that your husband is a pervert? Do you prefer me to become a celibate monk instead?"

"Oh God, no!" Her horrified expression was a sight to see. 

"Although it's difficult for me now, I've been celibate since birth until I met you. That's three decades worth of rich experience in the life of celibacy. If wife really wants it, then this husband could only endure and live the life of a celibate monk."

Iris was aghast. "Celibate monk? Are you insane? You know that I enjoy making love with you. You were the one who introduced me to the world of sexual pleasure and made me fall in love with you, so you have to take responsibility and make love with me whenever I need you. Do you understand, Mr. Jin Liwei? A celibate monk, what a thought!"

Loud laughter shook his entire body.

She straightened and glared at him. "Why are you laughing? I'm serious!"

He pressed a knuckle over his mouth in an effort to control his laughter. Once it was controlled, he leaned forward and spoke directly to her ear in a low, husky voice. "I know that you're serious. Don't worry, dear wife. This husband takes full responsibility and will make sure to satisfy all your needs, most especially your carnal ones, to the best of my ability."