Chapter 51 Flirting at the Hot Spring

"Feng Yu?" Jiang Chengli was surprised, then smiled and limped out of the car. "You're here for the New Year too?"

Feng Yu quickly composed himself. "Yes, I can spend the New Year anywhere. It's comfortable here. Mr. Jiang, have you fully recovered?"

Jiang Chengli patted his right leg, no longer caring about his physical disability. "Yes, I wasn't strong enough before, which made Xiaoyu, Dad, and Feifei worry."

Yan Songyu avoided Jiang Chengli's outstretched hand, got out of the car herself, and then turned to help Feifei and Yan Binghua without giving Jiang Chengli a single glance.

Jiang Chengli, seemingly oblivious to Yan Songyu's displeasure, continued to chat with Feng Yu, "Speaking of which, we really are destined to meet. Feng Yu, you are Dad's capable assistant, why don't you celebrate the New Year with us? It's more lively with more people."

"Dad, Xiaoyu, what do you think?" he asked with a smile, seeking their opinions.

Ignoring Jiang Chengli's words, Yan Songyu took Yan Binghua's arm with one hand and Feifei's hand with the other and entered the courtyard. When she passed Feng Yu, they exchanged a knowing glance.

Feng Yu glanced at the backs of the three Yan family members who had already entered the courtyard, and nodded slightly to Jiang Chengli, "Mr. Jiang, Uncle Yan has already invited me, but thank you for your concern anyway."

Jiang Chengli's smile vanished the moment Feng Yu turned around, replaced by an inscrutable expression in his eyes. After a long while, he opened his palm, a long, black hair twirling between his fingers. He stared at the hair in his hand for a few seconds, then took out a handkerchief and wrapped it up.

As soon as Jiang Chengli entered, the relaxed and warm atmosphere in the room immediately disappeared. Yan Binghua looked at him and warned, "Since you're here, have a good New Year. I don't care if you've really adjusted your emotions or not, you absolutely cannot throw things at Feifei or lose your temper with Xiaoyu again."

“It was my fault before, Dad. I’m really fully recovered now.” Jiang Chengli also apologized to Yan Songyu and Feifei, “I’m sorry, Feifei, Xiaoyu, I hope you can forgive me.”

The houses on Peach Mountain are traditional courtyard houses. Yan Songyu reserved the largest and most beautiful courtyard for her family to use from the beginning.

Putting aside her worries about meeting Jiang Chengli, Feifei happily pulled her mother to visit her room, marveling at the canopy bed. "Mommy, this bed is so big! So beautiful! Can we sleep together?"

Jiang Chengli was very attentive, leaving all the luggage at Yan Songyu's room door. Yan Songyu wanted to kick him out directly, but she wasn't sure of Jiang Chengli's purpose and hadn't decided whether to break off relations. Now that Feifei was there as a way out, she readily agreed, "Of course!"

That night, Yan Songyu kept thinking about Jiang Chengli and couldn't fall asleep. So she changed her clothes and went to soak in the hot spring. She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice that the door to the next room opened after she left.

As soon as Yan Songyu entered the hot spring room, she began to take off her bathrobe. Turning around the screen, she saw the man who was already soaking in the hot spring with his eyes closed, resting. She smiled and didn't stop for a moment, her bathrobe slipping to the ground.

“We really are on the same wavelength.” Yan Songyu got into the water and chuckled as she slowly moved closer to Feng Yu.

"Telepathic connection?" Feng Yu snorted coldly in dissatisfaction. "Miss Yan's legitimate husband is still living in the courtyard. Who do I think I am to be worthy of being telepathic with Miss Yan?"

Yan Songyu didn't mind his awkwardness. She ran her fingers along his well-defined abs and gently breathed into his ear, "Are you jealous?"

Feng Yu continued his scathing remarks, "What a joke! I'm just a mistress, why should I be jealous of someone else's wife?"

"Pfft~" Yan Songyu could no longer hold back her laughter and nestled in Feng Yu's arms, laughing so hard she was shaking. "Good girl, don't belittle yourself. The one who isn't loved is the mistress. I love you now, and he's the only one who's superfluous."

Feng Yu was pleased with himself, lifted Yan Songyu's chin, and bit her on the lips as punishment. "I believe you, so when are you going to divorce him? I want to be with you openly and honestly."

Yan Songyu nestled in Feng Yu's arms, her slender fingers tracing circles on his chest. "Can we wait a little longer?"

"Why should we wait?" Feng Yu was not satisfied with the answer. He pinched her waist with his large hand, which elicited a soft groan.

"Stop fooling around!" Yan Songyu reprimanded Feng Yu in a light but firm tone.

No, it was less of a reprimand and more of a flirtation.

Yan Songyu reached out to pat Feng Yu's hand, but he grabbed it and played with it instead. She explained, "Although he was unlucky in the car accident two years ago, it was still somewhat related to me. As a result, he ruined his career as a painter and became completely crippled. If I were to file for divorce at this time, it would be bad for the Yan family and my reputation."

"So you're going to continue to make me suffer?" Feng Yu tightened his grip on Yan Songyu's waist, forcing her to press herself tightly against him. "You're going to continue calling him your husband, sharing the same bed with him? Calling him 'husband'?"

"I'm sorry, I know I've wronged you, so how about I make it up to you a little more?" Yan Songyu kissed Feng Yu's thin lips.

The two entangled themselves unrestrainedly in the hot spring when a window was quietly pushed open a crack, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes that seemed to spit fire.

After the kiss ended, Yan Songyu continued to coax Feng Yu, "I won't call him 'husband' anymore, how about I call you 'good' instead?"

Feng Yu neither agreed nor disagreed.

"Husband?" Yan Songyu called tentatively, then, seeing the smile in Feng Yu's eyes, she called out many more times, "Husband? Husband~ Husband~ Husband husband husband..."

"Cough~" Feng Yu didn't agree, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"You're such a pervert! Are you satisfied now?" Yan Songyu gently patted his chest, then he grabbed her hand and kissed it.

Feng Yu continued to feign seriousness, "It's alright, but you have to promise not to have any more intimate contact with him. I'm very petty."

“How could I possibly share a bed with him again?” Yan Songyu said as if she had heard some unbelievable nonsense. “Before, it was because I loved him that I didn’t mind that he was poor, and his appearance was also acceptable. Now, I feel disgusted just thinking about his twisted right leg, and I have no interest in him whatsoever.”

Jiang Chengli, standing outside the window, was so angry that he bit his tongue so hard it almost broke. The sweet, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and he could only swallow it down along with his saliva. Those damned dogs!

"Love him?" Feng Yu raised his voice, clearly displeased. "Who do you love?"

Yan Songyu quickly pressed her red lips to Feng Yu's, whispering between them, "I love you! I love you, I love you!"

Feng Yu embraced Yan Songyu and turned around. His broad and sturdy back was directly facing the window, completely blocking the petite Yan Songyu. Only her two fair arms wrapped around his neck could be seen.