She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 208 (Extra): Chen Zhiyue
What else could Chen Zhiyue say? Fortunately, they were in the car.

Back home, Leng Yunfeng cooked dinner, while Chen Zhiyue felt a bit tired and went back to her room to lie down.

Chen Zhiyue didn't mean she didn't want to help with cooking; she just genuinely didn't know how.

When I was studying abroad, I ate in the school cafeteria. Later, He Mingxuan cooked for me. After returning to China, I either ate at home or in the school cafeteria.

By the time Leng Yunfeng finished cooking, Chen Zhiyue was already asleep.

"Yueyue, get up and eat."

"Well……"

Chen Zhiyue's languid voice came through.

Leng Yunfeng picked her up, and Chen Zhiyue wrapped her arms around his neck, not feeling anything was wrong.

There were only the two of them at home, and he had seen what she looked like before.

Chen Zhiyue was still dazed, but she instantly woke up when she smelled the aroma of food.

"You're such a good cook?" Chen Zhiyue asked.

"Yes, I cooked for myself when I was studying abroad."

"Oh oh oh."

It has to be said that Leng Yunfeng's cooking skills are really good; Chen Zhiyue ate too much without even realizing it.

After finishing her meal, Chen Zhiyue took a book and curled up on the sofa to read.

After washing the dishes, Leng Yunfeng walked to the sofa and pulled the person into his arms.

"Still feeling full?"

Chen Zhiyue shook her head, "Much better, it's all your fault, it was too delicious."

Leng Yunfeng looked at him with doting eyes, "Yes, it's all my fault."

Chen Zhiyue looked up at the man in front of her, not quite understanding why he was being so nice to her.

In fact, it didn't take long for the two of them to go from meeting by blind date to getting married.

To be honest, Chen Zhiyue didn't think there was much affection between the two; for her, it was mostly lust.

But for Leng Yunfeng, that's probably unlikely!

A man like him has seen all kinds of people; he can't be that shallow!

Although she didn't really believe in love at first sight, it was obvious that she was attracted to Leng Yunfeng at first sight.

So Chen Zhiyue wasn't that determined; maybe the other person was just attracted to her because of her looks!

After all, he always liked to be close to her, sleep with her, kiss her, and even...

Chen Zhiyue blushed at the thought and hid her face in his arms.

Leng Yunfeng had no idea what the woman in his arms was thinking, and asked,

"What are you thinking about?"

"No...nothing."

"Go to sleep! I'm going to take a shower."

"Ah."

As Chen Zhiyue recalled the scene in her mind, she ran back to her room as if fleeing.

When the man came in.

He only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist. His upper body was strong and lean, and below that were eight-pack abs and faintly visible V-lines...

Her hair was still dripping wet.

Chen Zhiyue stared blankly at the newcomer, forgetting even to breathe.

"Is it nice?"

A man's superior facial features and well-defined lines are truly alluring.

Chen Zhiyue subconsciously swallowed.

Leng Yunfeng moved closer, the faint scent of pine wood emanating from his body lingering around her nose, making Chen Zhiyue's cheeks even redder and hotter.

The man's large hand encircled her lower back, and he whispered in her ear, "..."
"Is it okay?" The man's voice was deep and sexy, and now it was even a little hoarse.

Although it was a question, Chen Zhiyue sensed a dangerous undertone.

Leng Yunfeng was only asking symbolically; regardless of whether the woman was willing or not, he wouldn't let her off the hook.

To put it bluntly, he just lusted after her body, so what?

If a man can remain unmoved by the advances of his own lawfully wedded wife, it only shows how useless he is.

The man kissed her lips with an undeniable tenderness and possessiveness.

Chen Zhiyue felt enveloped by the crisp scent of pine and the lingering moisture on his body, making her head spin.

She unconsciously let out a soft hum, and the hand that was originally pressed against his chest gradually loosened its grip, instead grabbing the firm muscles of his arm.

The room was lit only by a dim bedside lamp, a common incandescent bulb in homes of that era. Its soft yet hazy light cast the intertwined shadows of the two people onto the newspaper-covered wall, making them sway gracefully.

……

After the frenzy subsided, Leng Yunfeng pulled her into his arms and covered them both with a blanket.

Chen Zhiyue pressed her cheek against his warm chest, and could clearly hear his strong and slightly rapid heartbeat, intertwined with her still-breathing breaths.

An indescribable sense of intimacy filled the air.

"Are you ok?"

His voice was a few decrepiter and hoarseer than before, carrying a languid aftermath and a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Chen Zhiyue was too embarrassed to look up, so she just nodded gently in his arms, her nose brushing against his skin, causing a slight itch.

"tomorrow……"

Leng Yunfeng's fingers absentmindedly combed through her long hair that was scattered on the pillow.
"There's an urgent meeting at the ministry, so I might have to leave early. If you don't like the breakfast in the cafeteria, there's malted milk powder and biscuits in the cupboard. You can mix some with hot water and eat some."

His explanation was very ordinary, yet it revealed a meticulous attention to detail.

Chen Zhiyue felt a touch of sweetness in her heart that Leng Yunfeng, who held a high position, still remembered her breakfast.

"Okay, I know. You go ahead with your work, I also have a shift tomorrow."

She responded softly, trying to make her voice sound natural.

Leng Yunfeng didn't say anything more, but tightened his arms and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

As Chen Zhiyue listened to his gradually steady breathing, waves of fatigue washed over her, and she slowly closed her eyes.

The next day, Chen Zhiyue woke up to a slight noise.

As dawn broke, Leng Yunfeng got up and, with his back to the bed, deftly put on his crisp Zhongshan suit.

In the dim morning light, his tall figure appeared exceptionally serious and meticulous, a stark contrast to the passionate and even somewhat domineering man of the previous night.

She moved slightly, and Leng Yunfeng turned around. His face had returned to its usual calm and composed expression, with only a faint hint of gentleness flashing in his eyes when they met hers.

"Did I wake you up? It's still early, go back to sleep."

He fastened his top button, walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently kissed her forehead.

The kiss was brief and restrained, carrying the coolness of the morning, yet it made Chen Zhiyue's heart skip a beat.

"Yes, you remember to eat breakfast too."

She wrapped herself in the blanket, leaving only her eyes visible as she looked at him.

Leng Yunfeng nodded, said nothing more, picked up his briefcase from the table, and quietly closed the door before leaving.

Only after the footsteps faded into the distance did Chen Zhiyue fully peek out from under the covers.

The room still retained a faint scent of soap and a hint of tobacco from his body.

After Leng Yunfeng left, Chen Zhiyue was no longer sleepy.

She felt like her body was about to fall apart.

She tried to get up, but it took her a long time to finally climb out of bed. The blanket slipped off, revealing her body covered in hickeys.

That scoundrel, could it be that he really just lusts after her body?

Okay, actually she's craving it too!