Chapter 23: You Don’t Have to Worry about the Zhan Family

Translator: Tuiwen Editor: Tuiwen

Zhan Qi gripped her waist as he forced his penis deep into her vagina.

Fu Qing was already on the stove, with her arms on the marble table as she panted heavily.

Her two slender legs were already wrapped around Zhan Qi’s waist.

She struggled to keep up as Zhan Qi continued to thrust mercilessly into her. All she could do was cling to him and follow his tempo.

He continued to grunt as his erection continued to push through the thick, pulsating walls. Her inside was tight and warm against him, and waves of pleasure washed over his nerves.

Judging from the way Fu Qing was squirming around, he knew that she was about to come.

The kitchen was silent except for the heavy breathing sounds from the two.

Just as Fu Qing was about to climax, Zhan Qi suddenly laughed evilly and stopped moving.

“No…”Fu Qing groaned and clamped him tightly between her legs, refusing to let go

“What?”

“Don’t… stop…”

“What do you mean, don’t stop?”

Zhan Qi teased. He pulled out his manhood, as he started to tease her nipples with the tip of his tongue.

As he pulled out, a stream of liquid flowed out of her, and Fu Qing’s body completely collapsed. However, she felt numb and itchy, as if she was being gnawed by millions of ants down there. It wasn’t enough…she wanted to be filled up by him again.

“Tell me now, what do you want?”

Zhan Qi bit her earlobe and asked with a smile.

“I don’t want you to stop… Continue… Please.”

Fu Qing was both embarrassed and anxious as she uttered those words out loud. Never in her dreams had she expected herself to say such dirty words!

However, she was desperate. Her body was completely out of control. Her legs trembled slightly, and she couldn’t help but straighten her lower abdomen to meet Zhan Qi’s manhood.

Zhan Qi flipped her over, and his erection was pressed against her buttocks.

“Continue to cook, then. I’ll fuck you from behind.”

He reached up with one hand and held her two plump breasts in his palm. Meanwhile, his other hand moved down and grabbed her lower abdomen, pushing his manhood in from behind.

“Oh… oh my…”

Fu Qing groaned at the intrusion as she flipped the spatula.

As the aroma of the food permeated the air, the two reached their climax at the same time.

Zhan Qi wrapped his hands around her lower abdomen. His body and hers were pressed together. He languidly thrust into her as he shot out his essence deep into her.

Today, they took exceptionally long to finish the meal.

Fortunately, after Aunt Zhang left, there was no one else in the villa.

The two of them continued to pant heavily as they put their clothes back on. With trembling legs, Fu Qing slowly served the food and placed it on the dining table.

“Take some good rest after lunch. I’m going out for a while after this.” Zhan Qi said. It was as though nothing had happened prior to their meal. The two sat at the dining table, enjoying their meal.

Fu Qing paused for a moment, with her chopsticks still in the air. She asked, “Where are you going?”

“It’s got to do with the Zhan Family. You don’t have to worry about it, though.”

“Oh, okay.”

Having understood what he meant, Fu Qing nodded and didn’t ask further.

Although she knew that Zhan Qi would never share too much about his family, she still felt a little disappointed when she heard these words. She wasn’t trying to interfere with his private affairs. All she ever wanted was to be a good wife and care for her husband.

Shortly after, Zhan Qi left the villa. The villa became quiet afterwards, and Fu Qing started to pace around restlessly.

Although the housekeeper, Uncle Zhang, was still in the villa, the two did not have anything in common to talk about.

However, she didn’t want to pass the time like other women of wealthy families, either doing beauty treatments, playing cards, or drinking afternoon tea.

Just then, she suddenly thought of Master Yun Jin. It was the perfect time to ask her about embroidery.

Having made up her mind, Fu Qing changed her clothes and tied her hair into a simple yet exquisite bun. Then, she went downstairs to the garage.

“Young Madam, are you going out? I’ll call the chauffeur over then.”Uncle Zhang rushed after her when he saw her start the car. The old man was flushed and panting once he finally caught up with her.

After all, Zhan Qi had gifted her a wine-red Ferrari and a chauffeur after they got married.

Fu Qing waved her hand. “There’s no need, Uncle Zhang. I want to go alone.”

“If you say so, Young Madam. Have a safe trip.”Uncle Zhang kindly reminded her..