The Mafia's Rose Married the CEO

🌹 12: The Honeymoon 🌹

Qing Chen's hands enclosed upon the cold doorknob and he pushed it open. It was a good idea to have scanned through the blueprints for they wouldn't have been able to tell which room was which. This one was on the right side of the house.

The lights were on in the huge bedroom. There was a television setup and chandeliers like suspended rain hang above the enormous bed. On one side, the view of the backyard, and beyond that, the sea. There was a huge heart made with red rose petals on top of the silk sheets.

He heard Feng Xuan from behind him. "I'll clean this up."

"Would it be okay if I use the bathroom first, then?"

"Sure," his wife replied to him. The bathroom was next to a wall of shelves with little statues and books that seemed to be only there for decoration purposes. He found two suitcases inside the bathroom. Like the rest of the house, it looked very modern with the angles and the mixture of light and dark elements.

After a short hot shower, Qing Chen unzips the black suitcases because the pink one was probably Feng Xuan's. Inside he found a few clothes, only meant for the weekend. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of pajamas. Grabbing his laptop case, he headed out.

Feng Xuan was so busy trying to get every piece of petal away from the bed. This was what she had been afraid of. She knew there was something fishy with the house. She had also found candles that smelled like lavenders. She was just keeping her hands busy because she didn't want to think about just what she would be doing in the bed in the next hour.

Her heart almost stopped beating when the bathroom door opened. She breathed in relief when she saw Qing Chen fully-clothed. Why was she expecting him to suddenly pop out stark naked, she did not know.

"I got all the petals out," she informed him.

"Thank you," he said.

She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in front of the mirror. "Oh, no. Please tell me I wasn't that red when he came out," she whimpered. "What the heck, Feng Xuan, what are you thinking? Why did you get married?"

In annoyance, she started pulling out the pins that was holding her hair up. Lock by lock, her hair fell down to her body. She massaged her scalp while in the shower and blew it dry.

After her hair was done, she washed her face twice and brushed her teeth thrice. It felt like all the muscles in her body was jumping. Or maybe it was her soul that wanted to come out and leave the body for a few hours.

Oh, how she wished she could talk to Wang Yimin right now. She should've gotten that 'talk' when she had the chance. She did not even know what to do. How do you even kiss someone? How do you... you know? Were people supposed to just, like, know how to? Was there a manual about it?

Feng Xuan unzipped her suitcase with a deep breath. "What on earth?" she asked herself as she pulled out a pair of what was supposed to be underwear. She gasped when she saw how thin the lace was. "Why bother wearing it?!"

She saw a little yellow paper, small like a business card

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Good luck!

- WY

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"Oh, that woman!" she gritted through her teeth. She rummaged through the bag and found almost all sort of lingerie that would barely cover her private parts. "Goodness," she whispered when she found a pair of pinkish violet pajamas. They were made of silk and exposed her midriff and a part of her butt cheeks because the shorts was too, well, short. Better than close to nothing.