President's Sweet Wife

Lu Qingzhou sat uneasily on the edge of the bed. The mirror in the cabinet reflected her face, which was sometimes red and sometimes white. She tightly clenched her fists, and her knuckles turned white.

The sound of water in the bathroom was always very loud, and the muslin glass was faintly discernible from the well-built body inside. If it was in the past when he shared it with his best friends, Lu Qingzhou would definitely be drooling, her eyes shone uncontrollably as she chatted and laughed about men's muscles, and even had a few lustful eyes. However, the person inside was Feng Yan, her husband of three years, even though this was the first time he had come home in three years.

The sound of the water in the bathroom pulled Lu Qingzhou's thoughts far away. He had clearly said that they would forever only be husband and wife and that they would never meet again after the wedding night, so why did he suddenly come back without warning after three years? Furthermore, there was hesitation on his face when he entered the bathroom, and he even used a dangerous and distrustful gaze to look at her as he said: It's best if he didn't know that there's another man here besides him.

Lu Qingzhou's gaze turned from the television to the bathroom, but in her heart she told herself as if she was dreaming. It had been three years, and he had finally returned.

The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped and Lu Qingzhou's heart leaped into her throat. She saw the frosted glass door open and a hand came out. She also saw the sexy and magnetic voice that had haunted her for many years: "Hand me the towel."

Lu Qingzhou was like a puppet under a spell. She mechanically grabbed a towel that had long been placed beside the bathroom and quickly handed it over.

The hand inside the door quickly retracted, and after the bathroom light went out, Feng Ziyan came out with a towel wrapped around her waist and a knot tied in the middle. Water was still hanging from his hair as droplets flowed down his neck. With every step he took, Lu Qingzhou felt as if her heart missed a beat. If he were to approach her again, she would definitely suffocate to death.

"Any clothes?"

Feng Ziyan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Lu Qingzhou suddenly felt extremely thirsty.

"Yes, yes. They were all left behind by you before. They're still in the original place in the wardrobe. They've never been touched."

He actually spoke to her, and Feng Ziyan spoke to her. She felt like she'd been hit by a million dollars. God knows what she'd wanted him to look at her for before.

"Let me do it."

He accurately walked to the wardrobe and skillfully found the pajamas from inside. When Lu Qingzhou ripped off the bathrobe wrapped around his waist, this action of his caused Lu Qingzhou to be dumbstruck. Then, he put on the pajamas as if he had always lived in this house and it was not his first time here.

"Take it and wash it for me. Also, take the underwear in the bathroom and wash the socks separately. After my shirt is washed dry, use a scalpel to heat it up. I don't want to wear any creases on it."

"Oh, okay."

Lu Qingzhou removed the towel that he had thrown over accurately from his face and held it in his hand as he prepared to go to the bathroom to clean up the clothes that he had just changed.

"Forget it, there's no need. If you can't clean your clothes, let your sister-in-law do it. "

He had indeed hit the mark on her. If she became the wife of a Feng family, she would not have the opportunity to do household chores. Feng Ziyan's father had long since helped her find a housekeeper, and even if she repeatedly refused, he would not change his mind. In the heart of the Feng Family, living like a prince was normal. If they deviated from it, that would be abnormal.

He slowly walked closer and lifted the blanket with a wave of his hand. As he crawled into the blanket, he also dragged Lu Qingzhou who was still in a daze along with him.

"Ah …"

Lu Qingzhou's surprised cry was swallowed up by him.

"You're my fiancée."

His hand came close to her body. "Eighteen years old?" he asked dreamily.

"Full, full."

Lu Qingzhou stammered, wanting to fight but not daring to. It was funny that in the 21st century, she, Lu Qingzhou, was actually the daughter-in-law of Feng Ziyan.

"That's good."

Lu Qingzhou did not understand what he meant. His following actions made her feel tired like a shrimp as she nestled into a corner and sobbed softly. However, a cold and sarcastic voice came from above her head: "So, you're still a virgin. How rare.