Who Said That She Was Your Wife?

“Who said that she was your wife?” Li Beichen, who had changed into house clothes, scowled coldly as he walked downstairs.

“Don’t you want the best for me, Little Uncle? Yunyi isn’t around, so my chances of winning are higher.”

His little uncle did not like women, and he was not joining in anyway. Furthermore, Yunyi was not home.

That meant his advantage was magnified. Besides, Ye Qingge had hit him with her car.

She had to take care of him. Obviously, this was first come, first served.

“I think the girl is more compatible with Yunyi. What do you think, Beichen?”

Li Xingming narrowed his eyes, looking at Li Beichen more intensely than ever.

“Hey, old man. Look at my leg. Who knows if I’ll ever be able to walk again. Why should Yunyi get the bride when I’m the one who’s been hit? I’m telling you this now. I want Ye Qingge. She’s my wife.”

Li Nancheng was beginning to pout, refusing to relent.

“There’s no use sulking at me. It’s all in the girl’s hands now. Take her, if you can,” Li Nancheng yelled forcefully at Li Nancheng.

“You’re right! What’s done can’t be undone. That’s how you got Grandmother back then, Grandpa.”

Li Nancheng was excited. Now, he had a new plan.

Li Beichen narrowed his eyes and shot Li Nancheng an icy glare.

He turned around and headed toward the kitchen.

Ye Qingge was quietly cooking in the kitchen and did not notice when Li Beichen walked in.

The kitchen was huge and Li Beichen moved very silently, like a graceful leopard.

He leaned against the refrigerator, watching Ye Qingge as she skillfully prepared the food.

Her knife work was not bad. It was easy to tell that she cooked quite often.

The light shone upon Ye Qingge’s white shirt and black fitted skirt.

It was such a simple pairing, yet it seemed to bring out a different side to her.

The aroma from her cooking slowly filled the room as she worked her stir-fry with the spatula.

Ye Qingge tucked her hair behind her ear and picked up a cup to take a sip of water.

These effortless actions made Li Beichen’s Adam’s apple quiver instinctively.

With one smooth move of his long legs, he casually strode toward Ye Qingge.

He was like a hunter that had been lying in wait for a long time.

His arms suddenly wrapped around Ye Qingge’s delicate waist as he buried his head into the crook of her neck.

This was his first time doing so, yet it felt familiar.

The spatula, which was in the midst of stir-frying the food, stopped.

She felt the man’s hot breath on the crook of her neck, tickling her gently.

“Smells good.” It was an ambiguous statement. She was not sure if he was referring to the food or her.

Ye Qingge’s throat tightened and her heart raced.

She did not expect Li Beichen would be so presumptuous at home.

‘What if Grandpa sees this?’

“Li Beichen, don’t go overboard.” She lowered her voice, afraid that someone else might hear her or run into them.

She could feel that Li Beichen was holding her with minimal force, but she could not seem to wiggle away.

“What have I done wrong?”

His voice was cold and deep, but it sounded wickedly charming to Ye Qingge’s ears, as if it were dripping with seduction.

“Let go of me. Grandpa will catch us.” Ye Qingge turned off the gas stove.

Having been forcefully kissed twice, Ye Qingge knew that Li Beichen was dangerous.

“Stop moving!” He grabbed Ye Qingge’s hand and placed it on a certain part of his body.

Ye Qingge’s lovely face immediately turned red.

‘This man is really…’

“If you don’t  let me go, I’m going to scream.” Her voice sounded indignant and a little shy.

“Go ahead. What do you think my dad’s trying to do? Do you really think that you’re going to marry Nancheng?”

He knew exactly what his father had been planning when he saw his eyes darting around.

“If I can’t marry Li Nancheng, I’ll marry Chu Yunyi!”

Ye Qingge was frantic because she could clearly feel… that certain part growing larger and larger…