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

When they arrived at their floor, the butler opened the elevator door. A small sapphire blue figure rushed in from outside the elevator and shouted in surprise, "Mommy, you're back!"

Her thigh was hugged, and the fragrance of milk entered her nose. Yu Fei looked down and saw Feng Xiaochen hanging on her thigh like a sloth. The little fellow was not big, but the force of the collision was not small. It even hit the spot where she was swollen. She was in so much pain that she frowned. A layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on her forehead, and she almost cried out.

Feng Xiaochen did not notice his Mommy's strange behavior. He hugged Yu Fei's thigh lovingly like a little monkey and climbed up while acting coquettishly. "Mommy, carry me."

The little guy was very lovable. Yu Fei could never refuse his request. "Xiaochen, are you waiting for Mommy?"

She bent over in pain and wanted to pick him up.

Suspecting That He Had Raised a Fake Son