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

After packing a few clothes, Yu Fei was no longer in the mood to pack. She threw everything aside and squatted beside the suitcase in a daze. Habits were really a scary thing. She could see Feng Yi almost every day in the Feng Residence, but she felt like something was missing after only a few days. Her heart felt empty.

"Mommy!" A soft and cute voice sounded outside the door. Then, the half-closed door was gently pushed open, and an exquisite little face peeked in through the crack in the door.

"Xiaochen." Yu Fei looked much better. When she was in a bad mood, only seeing Feng Xiaochen could ease it.

The little guy was like a kitten, crawling into Yu Fei's arms on all fours. Then, he found a comfortable position to lie down and asked softly, "Mommy, are you unhappy?"

"No, Mommy isn't unhappy." Yu Fei was stunned and instinctively denied it."Was she that obvious? Even the little guy could tell that she was in a bad mood?

Silent Tears