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Yu Fei was sabotaged by her peers at a celebratory gala. They pushed her into a hotel room, but it turned out to be the wrong one! The four men who were hired ended up waiting for nothing the entire night. Meanwhile, Yu Fei found herself crossing paths with the noblest and most dangerous man in Nan City!

Ever since then, the cold Mr. Feng began pampering his wife endlessly. She liked making movies, and so he casually invested several hundred million. He'd let her become an internationally acclaimed director and celebrity if that's what she wanted!

"I, Feng Yi, want to pamper this woman. Does anybody have a problem with that?" Mr. Feng asked.

One day, a reporter asked him this question. "Mr. Feng, what do you do when you get home each day?"

"I spend time with my wife," he answered.

"Are you showing your affection for her?" The audience thought out loud.

"Mr. Feng, what's your hobby?" The reporter asked.

"Spending time with my wife," he answered.

"That's impossible... Absolutely impossible!" The audience exclaimed.

"Mr. Feng, what is most important to you?" The reporter asked.

"Spending time with my wife," he answered.

"Do you think you're the only person with a wife?" The audience asked.

The bigshot, who was rumored to be a cold and merciless man, actually loved his wife to pieces. His greatest hobby was to pamper his wife in every way imaginable!

After Entering the Wrong Room, I Became Mr. Feng's Wife

Only then did Yu Fei realize that Feng Yi had dragged her out of the kitchen to bandage her wound. However, his actions just now were so rough, and his words were cold. He really did not look like he cared about her at all.

Compared to the rudeness just now, Feng Yi's movements were very gentle, so gentle that Yu Fei's heart started to beat faster.

"If it hurts, tell me." Feng Yi bandaged the wound and used his fingers to press down on the bleeding area. His voice still sounded cold, but it was much better than before.

Yu Fei's heart was beating wildly. She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and pretended to be calm. "No, it doesn't hurt. You don't have to worry about me. I'll..."

Before she could finish, Feng Yi raised his head and looked at her coldly. "I don't want to care about you, but Xiaochen wants too see his parents being affectionate toward each other. I don't want to disappoint him."

Being Controlled