The Overbearing CEO's Addiction

“Don’t wait for me to come over!” Luo Yibei warned.

He obviously was threatening her.

It’s been so many days since their marriage that he last threatened her.

What he hinted at, she naturally understood.

Fang Chixia stood at the balcony, eyeing him through the hazy night. She hesitated but after some contemplation, she dragged her legs towards his room next door.

She went over there, just because she indeed was in the wrong in giving that gift to Shi Jinyang, but it wasn’t surrender to his threat.

Before she entered the door of his room, Luo Yibei’s figure suddenly stood in front of her, an arm hooked around her waist and her body was pushed close against the wall.

Fang Chixia raised her arm to push him away, but he pressed himself against her even more tightly…

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Fang Chixia’s whole body stiffened but in the end, he let him do whatever he wanted. She struggled no more and remained silent, but for a few times, she couldn’t help but groan aloud.

She remained unresponsive on the first few moments but who knew; her senses were slowly awakened and began to “involuntarily”….

After long hours.

In the end, Fang Chixia’s entire portrait was seemed to have fallen apart. She couldn’t even find a pillow to rest her head on.

The following day, she got up to work earlier than Luo Yibei.

The room was in a mess and their clothes were scattered all over the place. A lot of things were also slammed to the ground, all evidence to the happenings of last night.

The ripples in the air have not dissipated and the temperature of the room remained hot.

Feeling sore, Fang Chixia cursed Luo Yibei several times inwardly, picked her clothes up the floor and exited as soon as she opened the door.

Luo Yibei wasn’t surprised to see her gone when he woke up an hour later.

He would be more surprised if she were lying down quietly beside him and obediently accompanied him till he wakes up.

When he went downstairs, Fang Chixia was again arranging flowers in the dining area.

The clothes she was wearing had been changed, but were still large, probably the hotel owner’s.

Foreign women are generally taller than the locals, plus the hotel’s owner has a somewhat chubby build. On Fang Chixia, the clothes appeared baggy, serving in a contrast to her petite frame.

As long as she bends a little, a lot of scenery will be exposed.

Luo Yibei stood not far from her quietly looking at the sight of her tiny frame. He frowned at her open collar and removed his coat with the intent of putting it on her. He was about to move past when Lan Xiu’s voice came from behind.

“Xia Xia, I brought you a dress. Would you like to try it on if it fits you right?”

The beautiful French teenager was very attentive and good to others. He was thoughtful and takes care of others in all aspects. French are born passionate so when they meet, they normally kiss and hug.


When Lan Xiu moved towards her, he put his arms around Fang Chixia and wanted to kiss her cheeks in greeting.

This kind of etiquette was actually nothing among French acquaintances.

But, for the bystander Luo Yibei, watching this scene made his face sink so he advanced to them several steps.

When their faces were about to touch, the hard-working Lan Xiu was torn away.

“What are you doing?” He was born with a cold aura and with a heavy face; it would chill someone to the bone.

“I, we…” LanXiu didn’t know what was happening, and from the start knew nothing of his relationship with Fang Chixia. He looked at him and turned his eyes to Fang Chixia.