Cloth

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

"Don't you know what I want to do?" Feng Yi's voice grew deeper.

Sensing his breath close at hand, Yu Fei's heart began to beat violently.

"Enough!" She could not take it anymore and pushed Feng Yi away, shouting, "Feng Yi, is it fun to tease me? If you're really bored, go find someone else, don't use me as a pastime! It's clearly written in the contract that we'll only pretend to be husband and wife for a year, not selling my body!"

"Selling your body? When did I say you sold yourself?" Feng Yi frowned.

Yu Fei smiled sarcastically and a touch of sourness flashed through her eyes. "You didn't say it, but wasn't your expression obvious enough?"

I’m Not Asking You to Sell Yourself