MR.TYCOON'S DARING WIFE [COMPLETED]

Vol 39: Chapter 381 - 390

Chapter 381: What If

Translator: EndlessFantasy
Editor: EndlessFantasy

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Zhao Lifei always knew Yang Feng was very protective of her, but she didn't think there was a way to become even more overprotective. She was barely a few weeks along, but he was already heavily monitoring everything she did.

Not wanting to put a strain on her body, he ordered an architect to build an elevator into their four-story house. She wasn't allowed to wear high-heels and it took an entire day of convincing for her to be allowed to wear at least one or two-inch heels.

He took away her coffee and stored every caffeinated product away from her reach, prevented her from taking any hot baths and only allowed warm ones that didn't exceed 40 degrees Celsius [1].

Yang Feng didn't want her to stand too long and even offered to carry her everywhere she went. It was cute at first, but by the end of the week, she was irked and longed for freedom. Some of his actions were fine, but carrying her was becoming too excessive.

He treated her like a porcelain doll that could break with the wrong touch. It was ridiculous. On top of that, he hadn't touched her at all, not even once. She felt the latter was more frustrating than his other treatments...

"My love, where are you headed towards?"

"Our bedroom…?" Zhao Lifei answered, standing on the grand staircase and confused about his question. He rushed to the step she was on and began to lead her downstairs.

"That's three flights up. You should take the elevator." He chided her, leading her toward their newly-renovated elevator. Not wanting to argue with him, she pressed her lips together and held in her complaint. He was worried about her, she understood that, but she was getting stressed out by his actions.

"Yang Feng, darling…" Zhao Lifei trailed off, staring at his long finger that pressed the third-floor button.

"Yes, my love?" Yang Feng tenderly answered her, his arms loosely resting on her hips whilst rubbing his thumb upon her stomach. He bent down and kissed the side of her head, before deciding it wasn't enough, and proceeded to kiss her forehead and then the corner of her lips.

"You do realize that light exercise is good for pregnancies right?" Zhao Lifei asked with a gentle, patient tone in her voice. His brows creased together as he worriedly looked at her stomach. The reality of it was that she was barely showing a bump and the small change looked like she ate too much. However, in worrywart Yang Feng's eyes, she looked like she could give birth by tonight.

"What if you fall on the staircase?"

"And what if I trip and fall on the carpet?" She snorted, accompanying him out of the elevator and to their bedroom.

"The carpet?!" Yang Feng's eyes widened, "You're right. You can trip and fall. I'll have the architect implement soft cushioning underneath the carpets so that even if you fall, it will be upon soft surfaces."

"No!" Zhao Lifei rapidly shook her head, "Goodness no. I will be extra careful."

"We still have to take safety measures." Yang Feng told her, guiding her into the bedroom and forcing her to sit down on the bed. "Now, rest."

"But I just took a nap two hours ago." She complained, wrapping her arms around his, staring up at him with her puppy eyes. "If you count the night-sleep that we had with the nap, I had a total of ten hours of sleep. That's already over the recommended time."

Yang Feng pondered over her words. "I would still like you to sit down. How about I bring something for you to do?"

"Bring me my laptop and documents. Since you're refusing to let me stay at the office until six, I missed out on a lot of work. Oh and I have to sit in on interviews for a new secretary, so I might be home later than expected tomorrow."