MR.TYCOON'S DARING WIFE [COMPLETED]

Vol 15: Chapter 141 - 150

Chapter 141: Gifts

Translator: EndlessFantasy
Editor: EndlessFantasy

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After parting with his assistants at the airport, Yang Feng rushed to the Zhao Mansion. At first, he debated the idea of simply sneaking into Zhao Lifei's room, but ruled out the idea for being too foolish. He was the great Yang Feng, why should he sneak around?

Thus, he found himself at the doorsteps of the Zhao Mansion with a heavy wooden box consisting of the exquisite Da Hong Pao [1] tea worth a million per gram, and expertly crafted teapots made from the highly valuable emerald jade that was once used by the Imperial Family. By buying these expensive gifts, Yang Feng hoped to appease Zhao Moyao,

When Old Butler Tang opened the door, he was surprised to see Yang Feng, but quickly fixed his composure by offering a bow. "Good evening, President Yang." He greeted, opening the door for Yang Feng who strolled in. Zhao Moyao was waiting for him inside and the minute the door was shut, the atmosphere was tense.

"Good evening...grandfather." Yang Feng coyly said, the edge of his lips tilting upwards in an attempt of an amicable smile. Despite the fact it came out dry, it didn't diminish the blindly perfect features of his.

Zhao Moyao narrowed his eyes at the name. "Good evening...Yang Heng." Two could play the game of foolish nicknames.

"I have prepared a few gifts as a thank you for allowing me into your house." Yang Feng passed the handcrafted wooden box to the Old Butler who showed it to Zhao Moyao.

"Hm, Da Hong Pao tea and an emerald jade tea set crafted by the Great Master Ren Cong." Zhao Moyao, despite the slight excitement he had, did not make moves of touching the gifts. Instead, he focused his sharp and desolate gaze on the young man in front of him. Hmph, did he think his precious granddaughter's hand in marriage could be brought with such gifts?

Though it came as fast as it left, Yang Feng was able to catch the slightest spark of approval from Zhao Moyao's eyes. "If these are not up to par with your expectations, would you like Master Fan Min's latest Calligraphy work? There's an auction taking place in a couple of days, I can bid for one."

Zhao Moyao chuckled, this silly boy. Master Fan Min only made one piece of calligraphy painting a year, thus, his insightful calligraphy was valued in the high millions, nearly reaching one billion per piece. To what extent was he willing to spend just to have his approval?

Yang Feng took out his phone to contact Chen Gaonan to prepare another auction ticket when a delightfully honey-sweet voice, clear as day and soft as the clouds, spoke up. "Grandfather, the dinner is getting cold—" She paused upon seeing Yang Feng, whose devilishly handsome face was twisted into a mischievous smirk when he saw her.

"Yang Feng, what are you doing here?" She tilted her head, walking to him, but he quickly crossed the distance between them and placed both hands on either side of her waist.

"What are you doing out of bed?" He asked her, supporting her body weight.

"The doctor said I should have some light exercises, so it's fine for me to walk around." She carefully said, resting her hands on his firm chest.

One of his arm slipped around her waist whereas the other reached to brush her hair away to reveal her gentle expression, her eyes that shimmered like gold underneath the crystal chandelier, and her tiny smile blindly beautiful, he didn't realize he was awestruck by her until her eyes crinkled while she naively smiled up at him, completely unaware of his gawking.

"Don't overexert the light exercise," He finally said, pulling her closer to him, bending his head in an attempt to capture her delectable lips but she was swift to dodge it, the kiss landing on her adorably squishy cheeks. She slowly nodded her head, her innocent smile twisting into a teasing one.