One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife

The passing late-night breeze sent a chill coursing through her body.

Feeling a little uneasy, she stood at the door and lightly tugged at her clothes.
She glanced over at the man leaning against the front of his car.
A long silence was held between them.

Seemingly a century later, she spoke.

“Why are you here?”

He peered at her face; his eyes were indecipherable as he stayed silent.

“If you have nothing to say, then I’m going back in!” she said in a fit of pique.
Turning around and pushing the door open, she was about to enter her house when his voice rang out.
“Stay there!”

She stopped her steps but did not turn to face him.

He straightened his posture and stubbed out his cigarette.
He then spoke in a rather hoarse voice.
“Come over and let me hug you!”

Her back stiffened a little.
She spun around in a daze but did not go striding over to him.

What was the meaning of this?

He suddenly appeared in front of her house looking frail and looked as if he could not withstand a single blow.
Did he do all this just to solicit a hug from her?

“You…”

“Come over and let me hug you,” he reiterated with a hint of compromise in his voice.
“Five minutes will do!”

She pondered on it for a while and eventually made her way to him.

She had just arrived before him when he stretched his arm out and drew her into his chest.
He hugged her tightly.

His arms increasingly tightened around her, and he appeared to be quite in a frenzy.
It was as though he were dying to fuse her into his blood and bones; his embrace was nearly suffocating!

Feeling a little uncomfortable, she struggled a little.

His forbearing voice reverberated from the crown of her head at this point.
“Don’t move!”

“Mu Yazhe…”

She lifted her eyes, just in time to see his handsome face inch close to hers.