Gu Zixuan was also moved by Feng Chengjie’s nuanced care for her brother. But Feng Chengjie just rolled her eyes at Feng Chengjin and said, "Alright, I haven’t said anything, nor have I seen you. Don’t come looking for me until you handle things completely. Honestly, I despise how you guys love each other only to run in circles for eight years, ending up with even more drama. I won’t help you with our parents; they won’t listen to me anyway. You should leave, go back to the old house and fend for yourselves. And don’t forget to close the door on your way out." She coldly issued the eviction order. At this moment, Gu Zixuan smiled warmly, with a hint of amusement, shook her head and said, "How could I? Second sister seems cold and unfeeling, but she’s actually refreshingly straightforward. People who speak unpleasant truths upfront are usually the easiest to get along with and the most easygoing. I don’t think she means any harm. But you, introducing me to each of your family members one by one, aren’t you afraid your father will be the last to know and get all worked up?" As Gu Zixuan spoke, she playfully ran her fingertips down his brow, slid over the bridge of his nose, and finally tapped provocatively on his lips. Feng Chengjin was stirred by Gu Zixuan’s little gesture, laughing deeply. He gently held her fingertip in his mouth while, from their seat in the car, pulling her waist close against the black leather seat of the driver’s seat, blocking all line of sight as he said, "I see you’re getting more and more unruly. You thought I was old eight years ago, and now you call my father ’the old man’... Looks like I have to punish you tonight, or you’ll never change your tune, hmm?" Feng Chengjin’s words were both bewitching and ambiguous, still smiling. Gu Zixuan naturally knew what he wanted her to change, the warm breath tickling her, and she pushed against him, saying, "No way, I can’t change my tune until we’re married, right?" "But you call He Qimo’s father ’dad’ after all..." Remembering how the exhausted Gu Zixuan insisted on getting out of the He Mansion to bid farewell to He Yuan that night, Feng Chengjin’s tone turned sour as a lemon being squeezed. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel•fire.net Whenever Feng Chengjin got jealous, Gu Zixuan found it even more amusing, especially since his jealous reactions were always quite entertaining. If you called it mature, it had a childish and mischievous streak; if you called it childish, he still looked irresistibly charming and handsome, enough to make a composed and elegant woman’s heart race. She raised an eyebrow slightly, teasing, "Well, there’s nothing I can do... Even if He Qimo and I had a sham marriage, we were still married. You’re different... Thirty-four, single young man, unmarried, being treated by the whole family like a precious gem they fear will be wronged or mistreated..." Gu Zixuan’s fingertips changed their path, moving along Feng Chengjin’s Adam’s apple, inching towards his tie, and flicking at the buttons of his shirt. The more she spoke, the more she met Feng Chengjin’s slightly displeased yet completely jealous smile, her own light smile deepening, "So if you want me to change my tune... We’ll have to wait until we’re married. Both the sister-in-law and second sister just advised about it, the Feng family does like their women to be reserved, wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Feng?" Her words were mischievous. It seemed that having spent a lot of time with Feng Chengjin, she had been influenced... or perhaps she really had been teased too many times by Feng Chengjin and learned a thing or two. Honestly, she really was innocent. A well-mannered lady turned out this way. Gu Zixuan’s expression was very "serious..." So much so that it made Feng Chengjin laugh in frustration. "Mr. Feng..." Feng Chengjin savored these three words... Just then, Mo Tong’s eyes narrowed, and he hugged Gu Zixuan fiercely, regardless of the middle-aged driver Old Song’s shy smile and nowhere to place his face. He pressed Gu Zixuan into the unseeable nook of the driver’s seat and began kissing her intensely. Their lips lightly touching, a tingling numbness spread. And soon, he was invading deeper and deeper. Gu Zixuan was melting, like ice encountering a fierce blaze. Like sparkling water crash-colliding into cola, the fusion stirred countless bubbles. In no time, Feng Chengjin’s kiss consumed her breath, leaving her mind floating as if drifting on an ocean. Gu Zixuan was too shy to speak, fully aware there was a large living person sitting in the driver’s seat ahead. Yet Feng Chengjin cared little for such concerns. Amid the consuming kisses, Feng Chengjin’s jealousy undiminished, he murmured in a low, charming voice, "It’s fine if you don’t change your tune for others right now, but in private from today, you must call me husband." Gu Zixuan’s face turned even redder, shyly pushing him, "Please, get up first..." In return, Feng Chengjin was even more resolute and unrestrained, "Not unless you agree." Realizing there was no way out today unless she agreed, and since Feng Chengjin’s hand was moving increasingly into inappropriate territory, she could only blush and nod quietly. Seeing Gu Zixuan agree, Feng Chengjin gave her a fierce peck, then with a satisfied smile, released her and sat upright. Fixing her disheveled hair, Gu Zixuan sat decorously, quickly trying to restore her image to something that didn’t seem so unruly. However, it must be said, Feng Chengjin’s playfulness sometimes caught one off guard. Since only a few seconds after sitting up straight, observing Gu Zixuan’s effortful tidying, Feng Chengjin, with a hint of mischievous yet dissatisfied smile, said, "Now you tell Old Song we can go..." Can’t you say it yourself? Gu Zixuan was fixing her hair, paused, and realizing what that pair of deeply dark eyes intended, understood Feng Chengjin wanted her to change her tune right now... Immediately, Gu Zixuan blushed deeper than a ripe tomato. This... he’s really forcing her at this moment... But, the space within the car was just that limited, and it’s obvious Old Song had heard the preceding conversation between her and Feng Chengjin completely. Thus, as Feng Chengjin’s subordinate-cum-"witness", Old Song also brazenly refrained from driving, chuckled to himself, and played along with Feng Chengjin’s act of turning a deaf ear. "Hmm? Miss Gu? What’s wrong?" Miss Gu... still calling her Miss Gu by name... Gu Zixuan was frustrated, realizing that unless she changed her tune today, the car wasn’t going to move. She hesitated for a long time, then finally squeezed a sentence past her lips, "Master Song, I... I..." In an instant, everyone in the car was waiting. Gu Zixuan’s face turned redder and redder, until finally unable to hold it anymore, she quickly turned her face away, speaking hurriedly, "My husband told you to drive." In no time, Old Song couldn’t hold it, and let out a chuckle. But Feng Chengjin was instantly dumbfounded, heart palpitating as his expression froze, blood running cold. His face was even greener than a young lime... Did he hear that right?