Can We Say No to Divorce?-Chapter 678 - 428: The Spin-Off Really Blinded (3)

Chapter 678: Chapter 428: The Spin-Off Really Blinded (3)

"Are you tired of dealing with him and then dealing with me?" Tang Baijin fiercely plundered her lips, wishing he could take her away to a far place.

Tian Xin looked at him and said seriously, "Junyi needs the care and love of friends right now, while you can totally go and be jealous!"

"I shouldn’t have let you go back last night." Tang Baijin huffed, and in doing so, Yang Junyi had no soup to drink this morning.

He should have done some exercise to make her so tired she couldn’t get up, and see if she still had the energy to deal with other men!

When Tian Xin was about to drive away, she saw Duan Feixun standing in front of their car. Duan Feixun looked at her, but he ran away quickly.

"When did he come?" Tian Xin glared at Tang Baijin.

"How would I know?" Tang Baijin was not afraid of others seeing them.

...

Duan Feixun inadvertently saw Tian Xin and Tang Baijin kissing. When he returned home, he saw Zheng Tong about to leave for work. At this time, the housemaid had gone shopping, and the parents had taken the kids out to play, leaving only him and Zheng Tong at home.

Seeing him leave so early, Zheng Tong said, "Feixun, good morning!"

"Morning!" As Duan Feixun smelt the woman’s fragrance when she passed by, his thoughts, in their developmental stage, were at a time when his yearning for a woman was most intense.

"Hey, Tongtong..." Duan Feixun suddenly called out to her.

Zheng Tong was descending the stairs, startled by his call, as she nearly rolled down the staircase. Just then, Duan Feixun wrapped an arm around her waist and they both fell into the stairway.

At that moment, she was on top and he was underneath.

Clad in Chanel, she was the epitome of an urban professional woman - with her high-paying job, dignified work, mature charm, and enchanting smile.

From any angle, her every move was captivating.

Duan Feixun was willing to cushion her fall; suddenly he felt that even if she kept lying on top of him, he would be willing.

He looked up at her, his eyes full of longing.

Zheng Tong naturally noticed this, and though she felt slightly embarrassed, she still asked, "Feixun, have you recovered?"

"No!" Duan Feixun shook his head.

Zheng Tong understood that his feelings for her were of pure desire.

She paused, not saying a word.

"Is it because of this that you don’t like me?" Duan Feixun asked her.

"How could that be?" Zheng Tong hurriedly replied, "Feixun, as long as it’s you, I like everything about you..."

Duan Feixun boldly said, "Tonight, I’ll sleep in your room..."

Zheng Tong: "..."

He immediately let go of her, "You should hurry to work now, you’re going to be late."

After he said that, he got up, ran upstairs, and then went to his room to take a cold shower.

She definitely didn’t know that he had been taking cold showers every day.

So, he decided that tonight, she wouldn’t need a cold shower anymore.

Zheng Tong was busy at the clinic today, and when she returned home, everyone was already asleep. She went to see her daughter, then went to her room, took a bath, and went to bed.

But not long after, she felt a burning hot palm embracing her.

"You..." Zheng Tong didn’t expect Duan Feixun to come in. Under the room’s lighting, it was his face that gave her a special feeling.

"Tongtong..." Duan Feixun called her out, "Are you tired? Coming back so late?"

"Tired..." Zheng Tong suddenly felt emotional. Although he was back, she still had to work hard to earn money. She never felt that he was a burden on her, but still, she needed to make an effort to earn money, hoping both the child and he could have a good life.

Duan Feixun started massaging her shoulders: "Let me give you a massage..."

"Okay..." Zheng Tong did not resist his approach, although his intellect was not as good as before, he was still Duan Feixun, her husband.

Exhausted, Zheng Tong let him massage her until she fell asleep shortly after.

Duan Feixun watched her and muttered, "Seeing you so tired, I feel embarrassed to bother you..."

He tried to hold her in his arms, and she snuggled into his embrace very obediently, murmuring, "Feixun..."

The next morning, Zheng Tong woke up to find her lips slightly swollen, her nightgown wrinkled, and her appearance could be described as disheveled.

She seemed to remember that Duan Feixun had come over, but where was he now?

He didn’t leave early again, did he?

His intellect had not recovered, and his desire for her was pure. Zheng Tong understood this.

But suddenly, she felt very awkward. She was thirty-five years old, yet she had to face a man with the mental age of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager. She covered her face with her hands, what was going on?

If one talks about psychological age, she and Duan Feixun were an entire generation apart!

Such chaos made Zheng Tong’s heartbeat lose its rhythm momentarily, but thankfully, it was only in her sleep that he had touched her. If she were awake, she felt she would truly break down...

She really couldn’t face the most intimate acts with him!

At that moment, Duan Feixun pushed the door and entered, catching glimpse of her in the mirror...

Seeing she hadn’t gotten up so late, he came upstairs to check on her, only to find her changing clothes.

In that state, she was even more charming and seductive than when she was asleep last night.

"Tongtong..." Duan Feixun called out half of her name before becoming speechless.

Zheng Tong hadn’t expected him to barge in suddenly. She hurriedly hid in the closet, "Feixun, get out quickly!"

Duan Feixun stood at the doorway, not moving. His breath was unsteady as if something in his chest was about to burst forth.

He stared intently at the closet door, wishing he could fling it open and pull Zheng Tong into his arms.

Zheng Tong knew he had not left. She was hiding in the closet, feeling her heart wasn’t strong enough to accept him!

In fact, she was conflicted. He was her husband, and she had stopped caring about the past, not minding whether he would regain his memory or not, ready to spend a lifetime with him.

His needs were a very normal phenomenon.

She was his wife, that was a right he should have.

Indeed, she shouldn’t refuse him!

But how strong must her heart be to really accept him?

As she pondered all this, the closet door suddenly opened, and Duan Feixun stood before her.

His tall figure overshadowed her completely. When he gazed at her, his eyes shimmered with stirring sparks, as if about to ignite, ready to set both of them ablaze with passion.

Zheng Tong blushed under his gaze, reprimanding in a soft voice, "Feixun, leave quickly, I need to change and go to work."

Duan Feixun stared at her, "It’s uncomfortable to change in there, come out and change."

"But you are here..." Zheng Tong murmured.

"Tongtong..." Duan Feixun looked at her with an adorable expression, "I want to be with you..."

Zheng Tong interrupted him before he could finish, "Feixun, give me some time, I’m really not mentally prepared..."

Duan Feixun didn’t speak, his eyes looking wounded, perhaps feeling that his wife was rejecting his affection.

Seeing him like this, Zheng Tong consoled, "Feixun, I will adjust my mindset for sure. Look, I’m thirty-five, and your mentality is only seventeen or eighteen. I think this psychological barrier isn’t just mine, you have it too, right?"

"But you didn’t refuse me last night when I kissed you..." Duan Feixun said with a hurt expression.

"I was asleep last night, I..." Zheng Tong was tired from the day before, how could she tell him that she had to bear the responsibility of providing for the family? Although the dental clinic was doing well, she still had to plan for the future.