Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

"Who dares-" Yang Feng’s frightening growl instantly subdued upon seeing that it was just his younger sister.

Yang Ruqin was shocked to see his blood-freezing glare directed towards her. Like a brutal storm filled with crackling thunder, his eyes were a terrifying sight to witness. It had a murderous edge to it, promising torture and agonizing death.

She had never seen him like this. While he often liked to scold her and Yulong, she had still always felt doted on by both her brothers. But still, Yang Feng had always been aloof with everyone, seeing him possessive beyond words was surprising.

With one arm securely wrapped around Zhao Lifei, pressing her body and face to his muscular chest, and his face pulled into a dark scowl, he was a very scary sight to witness. It seemed like he was protecting the woman in his arms from a predator.

"Feng-ge, let me go." She eyed his tight grip that was beginning to bruise her wrist.

He immediately released her hand and pulled it back.

"Sorry." He sighed, running a tired hand through his hair. He had woken up right when Yang Ruqin walked into the room but kept his eyes closed. He didn’t know who was in the room but had felt a presence, therefore, his first instinct was to protect Zhao Lifei.

"Ruqin, you shouldn’t sneak up on people." He scolded her while shifting into a more comfortable position on the bed. His arm was sore and he could barely feel it from an entire night of holding Zhao Lifei close to him.

She was able to sleep through the shift in position and the earlier commotion, for her eyes were shut tight and her breath was still coming out steadily.

At the sight of her sleeping face, his face softened and warmed up. He didn’t want to disturb her sleep or make her posture uncomfortable, but he knew he needed to deal with his meddlesome sister.

He gently rolled her upper body off his chest and placed her head onto the pillow. The way he adjusted her body was like a jewelry craftsman dealing with his most precious diamond.

After making sure she was comfortable, he leaned on the headboard. With one arm still wrapped around her, comfortably patting her back, he pulled the blanket up to her chin.

For the third time today, Yang Ruqin felt her jaw drop to the floor. Her brother, known for never caring about women, was actually being nice to one!

No wait, it was more than nice — he was incredibly doting and pampering! Since when was her Feng-ge like this?

She didn’t think he was the type of man to shower his lover with adoration! He didn’t even treat her, his younger sister, with the type of love he was treating Feifei!

She pouted, ’That’s so unfair.’ She thought to herself.

"What are you looking at?" He sniped, glaring at her when she stared at them for too long.

Yang Ruqin narrowed her eyes at his attitude. She placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "Don’t talk to me like that!"

"Or else what?" He rolled his eyes at how childish she was acting.

From beside his legs, Zhao Lifei let out a small noise, her eyebrows slightly coming together to form a crease on her forehead.

Yang Feng’s gaze darkened. "Keep your voice down. She’s still sleeping." He hissed at Ruqin.

His harsh tone didn’t match his actions. He was still adoringly running his hand on Zhao Lifei’s back, in hopes of comforting her back to sleep.

Yang Ruqin stood there, opening and closing her mouth like a fish. She couldn’t believe his behavior. He was such a pampering boyfriend.

What the hell?

"Listen here-"

"Raise your voice again and I’ll send you back to the main mansion for another lecture." Yang Feng’s lips became a thin line.

Yang Ruqin felt her entire body itch with annoyance. She glared at him but complied by whispering instead.

"If you bully me, I’ll complain to Feifei." She childishly said, crossing her arms like a brat spoiled by her mother. In this case, her Feifei was the mother who’d go beyond expectations to protect her.

Yang Feng’s eyes narrowed onto his annoying little sister. "Are you threatening me?"

"Hmph! Maybe I am!" She said, grabbing her phone and subtly started voice recording.

Yang Feng was quick to pick up what she was trying to do.

"Don’t test me, Ruqin." His glare was hair-raising scary and Yang Ruqin felt a chill pass through her.

It was as if she opened a window to Antarctica, because the temperature around them dropped to sub-zero, despite the fact that the heaters were turned on.

Not liking his tone, Ruqin’s finger pressed on her phone’s screen a few more times. Yang Feng eyed her, unsure of what she was going to do.

Without warning, a loud blaring noise played, immediately shaking Zhao Lifei out of her sleep. In just a second, she had pulled on an inconspicuous compartment within the headboard to wield out a pistol.

Everyone was startled when she suddenly lifted the black Glock, completely taking everyone by surprise.

For someone who was still sleeping less than a minute ago, the dangerous glint in her eyes and the ready intent to kill was a slap of reality for Yang Ruqin and an alarming sight for Yang Feng.

Both Yang siblings were beyond shocked at the weapon in her hands.

Zhao Lifei blinked in surprise when she saw she wasn’t in any danger.

Yang Ruqin’s phone slipped out of her hand in shock, tumbling onto the floor.

"O-oh, good morning." Zhao Lifei hesitantly said, placing the gun down and climbing out of the bed to turn off Ruqin’s phone. The constant noise was beginning to give her a headache.

"Uhm, Feifei, why do you have a gun?" Yang Ruqin eyed the meticulously cleaned weapon.

Zhao Lifei tried to play it off with a smile. "It’s not real. It’s a prop." She pressed her hand on the trigger but the gun only made a clicking noise.

"See? It’s harmless." She blatantly lied to Yang Ruqin. In order to use it, she would have to unlock the trigger guard. Luckily, Yang Ruqin didn’t know a lot about guns, so she easily fell for the lie.

"Really? Can I see it?" Yang Ruqin curiously asked, reaching out for the gun.

Zhao Lifei shook her head with a teasing smile. "Everything becomes a weapon for you, Qinqin. Remember the last time you used a toothbrush as a weapon?" She laughed, expertly guiding Qinqin’s mind to something else.

"It was one time!" Yang Ruqin cried out, completely embarrassed.

"One time is too many." Zhao Lifei snorted, rolling her eyes while walking back towards her bed and opening the bedside drawer to place the gun inside.

"But-"

"Actually, it’s not even one time. It was at least two."

"No it wasn’t!"

"The first time was with a toothbrush, the second was with a carrot. I will never forget the time you were able to beat a man with a carrot. Who does that?" Zhao Lifei added, chuckling at the memory of a man brutally smacked with a carrot.

She doesn’t know if it’s the ruthless underworld blood running in her veins, but her Qinqin really had a knack for hurting people with random objects.

"In my defense, the carrot was freshly harvested and very hard!" Yang Ruqin pouted because she couldn’t find a good way to defend herself.

"Sure it was." Zhao Lifei chuckled, patting Qinqin on the head. After the mood went back to normal, Zhao Lifei finally felt the pressing eyes boring a hole through her head.

She gulped, knowing exactly who it was. Zhao Lifei might’ve been able to fool her naive Qinqin, but she knew she would never be able to fool Yang Feng who blatantly knew the gun was real and very dangerous.

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