Ye Feng stood outside the door, his eyes revealing a helpless expression. He had not expected that on his first wedding night, he would enter the bridal chamber not with Lin Shiyu or Han Yi’s, but with a woman he had known for less than two days.
Ye Feng slowly pushed open the door, then locked it behind him as he entered the bridal chamber.
Ye Feng and Zhao Xinling’s bridal chamber was lavishly decorated, fully equipped with everything. The bedroom alone encompassed over a hundred square meters and included a bathroom, dressing room, television, and sofa, all fully prepared.
Then, Ye Feng looked over to his bed and saw Zhao Xinling, clad in a nightgown, leaning against the headboard.
When Zhao Xinling’s eyes met Ye Feng’s, they were filled with fear. It was clear that Zhao Xinling was unwilling to consummate the marriage with Ye Feng. She used her own quilt to cover her entire body, wrapping herself up tightly.
In Ye Feng’s eyes, there was a look of disgust, as if he were looking at something extremely repulsive.
However, Ye Feng did not care about Zhao Xinling’s gaze. To him, although Zhao Xinling had a beautiful appearance—one that did not pale by comparison even when put alongside Lin Shiyu and Han Yi—in Ye Feng’s view, it was nothing more than a shell, not worth any pride.
Both Lin Shiyu and Han Yi had kind hearts and beautiful inner qualities, but the impression Zhao Xinling gave to Ye Feng was of a malicious woman. From the very first time they met, Zhao Xinling had wanted to kill him. Such a woman, with an inner ugliness, failed to pique any interest in Ye Feng.
Then, Ye Feng walked towards Zhao Xinling. Fear showed in her eyes; by now, Zhao Xinling knew that Ye Feng was extremely powerful. If Ye Feng wanted to do anything to her, Zhao Xinling had no means to resist.
Zhao Xinling watched Ye Feng nervously and said, "Ye Feng, what are you doing? Don’t come over here, sleep on the sofa tonight!"
However, Ye Feng acted as if he hadn’t heard Zhao Xinling’s words and took steps closer and closer to her.
Zhao Xinling began to panic, shouting loudly, "Ye Feng, did you not hear what I just said? I told you not to come over here. Let me tell you, you must not do anything to me, even if we are already married. You can only do what I am willing to let you; otherwise, you’re still breaking the law, you know?"
Ye Feng still ignored Zhao Xinling. She became increasingly anxious, and as Ye Feng reached the bedside, her fear escalated, her eyes showing more pronounced disgust.
"Ye Feng, don’t come over here, you pervert. What exactly do you want to do? Didn’t you hear what I said? You’re going to sleep on the couch tonight, don’t touch me!" Zhao Xinling’s eyes showed terror as she screamed.
Yet Ye Feng had no intention of stopping and directly flipped open Zhao Xinling’s quilt.
With a "whoosh," the quilt was tossed aside, and Zhao Xinling screamed loudly in fright.
"Ah~~" A piercing scream resonated clearly throughout the room, extremely grating to the ears.
Zhao Xinling looked at Ye Feng as if she were gazing at a wolf that, starved for days, had finally spotted its prey, her eyes filled with disgust, contempt, and fear towards Ye Feng.
"You pervert, didn’t you hear what I said? I told you not to come over here, why aren’t you listening? Do you believe I’ll call the police? Don’t touch me, you scumbag, beast, lecher, demon!" Zhao Xinling shouted loudly, cursing.
However, Ye Feng paid no attention to Zhao Xinling, instead he raised his right hand and reached out towards Zhao Xinling.
Seeing this, Zhao Xinling became even more terrified and screamed, "Ye Feng, you pervert, don’t touch me, I’m telling you, if you dare touch me, then I’ll kill myself, even if I die, I won’t let you succeed!"
Nevertheless, Ye Feng’s movements did not stop in the slightest. At this time, Ye Feng’s hand had already reached in front of Zhao Xinling, and he grabbed her by the collar. Zhao Xinling let out a fearful howl: "Bastard, beast, let go of me!"
Zhao Xinling struggled frantically, kicking wildly at Ye Feng and pounding at him with her fists clenched. However, Ye Feng’s physical body was incredibly strong. Zhao Xinling was merely a Martial Artist with Inner Strength, how could she possibly inflict any harm on Ye Feng?
Zhao Xinling’s limbs kept striking Ye Feng’s body, but Ye Feng seemed completely unaffected, a hint of ease showing in his eyes.
"Bastard! Bastard!" Zhao Xinling looked at Ye Feng, yelling loudly, "You pervert, even if I die I will..."
"Swoosh!" Just at that moment, before Zhao Xinling could finish her sentence, Ye Feng lifted her by the collar and threw her out.
Zhao Xinling was tossed high into the air by Ye Feng and then she landed directly in front of the sofa.
"Thump!" With a dull sound, Zhao Xinling, caught off guard, was thrown into a heap, pain evident in her eyes.
Zhao Xinling was completely bewildered; she did not understand Ye Feng’s intentions. It seemed he did not want to do anything to her; after grabbing her by the collar, he simply threw her out.
Ye Feng looked at Zhao Xinling indifferently, disdain evident in his eyes: "From now on, you will sleep on the sofa and are not allowed to come to the bed!"
"Buzz~~~" Suddenly, Zhao Xinling felt as if her brain had exploded. Ye Feng actually told her to sleep on the sofa and not to sleep on the bed, and Zhao Xinling clearly saw in Ye Feng’s eyes the kind of disgust and contempt he had for her. It was as if he felt dirty just touching her clothes.
Zhao Xinling immediately felt as if her self-esteem had been dealt a huge blow, completely shattered. She was, after all, the pride of Chinatown, as well as the belle of Kyoto University.
In countless people’s eyes, she was an unattainable goddess, yet Ye Feng showed such disdain towards her.
At this moment, Zhao Xinling felt even more unwilling to accept this: "Ye Feng, you make me sleep on the sofa, do you even count as a man?"