The Young master's fake bride and her lucky system

A faint smile touched his lips as he thought about everything, the pros and cons which he had listed down a few times on paper and then trashed.

She was beautiful, attractive, supportive, kind hearted, generous, social , hardworking, talented....she was everything. What was not to like about such a woman?

It was his pride___, honestly. Caishen had come to the conclusion that his pride was the one thing holding him back from truly accepting their union.

She kissed him on his cheek and drew him out of his thoughts. "Aren't you the one overthinking things now?" She asked him.

It was undeniable that he was. He cooked his head back and said, "My legs don't work yet."

She smiled and replied, "Mine can do all the work for both of us. Besides, what do your legs have to do with this?"

She touched his hands and held them both in hers. "You have hands."

She put them both around her waist, leaving her own hands free to trail upwards towards his face.

Lightly, she touched his bottom lip with her thumb. "You have lips." She said in a low voice.

With that same thumb, she sort of pried his mouth open and then smiled. "A tongue."

She run her tongue between her teeth, smiling as she slowly moved it around while looking into his eyes.

Then, she stopped and said, "Hubby, we are married. Even the bed expects adult games to be played."

His own hands were already moving involuntary, trailing up and down her back in light movements. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried, not when she was so willing like this.

"Adult games, huh?" He repeated.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. "The bed expects it." She emphasized.

It made him laugh a little. So it was the bed which wanted to play and not her. He figured that he might as well play along with her.

"Well it would be a shame to disappoint the bed." He said.

His gaze had changed, his eyes were heavy lidded and filled with expectation. The way they lingered on her lips was unmistakable, he knew just what he wanted.

"What are you waiting for to kiss me?" He asked her. "Come here Alix."

The words came out of his mouth so smoothly, a command almost but also a request.

She obliged him willingly, bringing her lips to his.

She acted as if she was in a trance and she put her arms around his neck. His arms were suddenly like steel as he embraced and crushed her entire body against his chest. When she started this, she had not been expecting him to be so forceful, so commanding.

He led and she followed, losing herself in the sweet sensations of the delicious kiss as he parted her lips.

It felt like the kiss could go on forever but he ended it, and rubbed his nose against hers.

"So, is the bed pleased yet?" He whispered to her.

"The bed has been enticed, it wants more." She croaked out. For a man that acted all hesitant when it came to intimacy, he sure knew how to kiss. If she was ranking his technique in an exam, he would have full A's. How could a kiss leave her devastatingly needy otherwise?

"Which school of kissing did you attend?" She playfully asked.

He chuckled and put his hands inside of her shirt. His eyes slipped to the transparent white shirt under which she wore nothing. If he strained his eyes just a bit, he could make out the shape of her breasts.

Alix noticed that he was looking so she thrust her chest forward pretentiously. "Boyfriend, have you seen anything you like?"

He squeezed his eyes and smiled. "I am thinking of a new game."

His hands moved from her waist to his shirt and he started unbuttoning it slowly. "Maybe we should play a game to find out who has more sensitive nipples. The bed wants to know so desperately."

She threw her head back and laughed. Perhaps now was the wrong time to laugh but the moment called for it.

He watched her with a dark look in his eyes. Mositening his lips, he shrugged out of his shirt and his hands moved to hers, unbuttoning her shirt.

She didn't shy away once when her slim upper body was exposed to his eyes. Her perky breasts and narrow waist. As if it was desperate to offer assistance, the wind breezed past her nipples and they hardened. Alix was sure that the violent beating of her heart was picking up speed and yet it felt as if her breath had slowed down.

He had barely touched her and she was already losing it. Was she so starved for touch and affection or was it just him and his special effect on her.

When it came to him, she had no inhibitions and no safety net.

She raised her hands and pulled out the hair band which was holding her hair up.

It was her desire to be as sexy as possible. She wanted to dominate his dreams, his thoughts and mind completely.

Caishen stared at her intensely, as his hands carresed her upper back gently.

She threw her head back again, not in laughter this time, but in pleasure. Even the simplest of his touches on her bare skin felt too good.

"Now, sister hulk, whatever I do, don't break the bed." He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

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The next day, Caishen was in a rather pleasant mood. Despite what he knew was coming, he was rather too relaxed to get all bent up in shape about something that couldn't be avoided.

Alix was right about that storm needing to be faced head on.

His grandfather, as expected invited everyone to the hospital. Alix and Xiaobo were the only two family members left out. On arriving, he was not surprised to see Wang Yong, Wang Yue and Na Na.

Both families had been brought to a private ward and they were sitting on opposite ends of each other in the room. Silence was the theme of the day, apparently because nobody was making a sound. Not even his grandmother, unexpectedly.

What both elders were doing however was staring quite rudely if these were not abnormal circumstances. Their facial expressions were not disdainful or contemptuous but rather surprised. His mother was the same, staring at Wang Yue without blinking.

Wang Yue on the other hand was uncomfortable, looking at the floor, the ceiling, the flowers in the room, the window. Basically, his eyes looked everywhere but at the elders.

Caishen was not sure if Wang Yong should be admired for his strategy of having his parents dress up so shabbily as if they were so destitute that they were living on the streets.

His mother's dress had a hole on the hem for crying out loud!!! And the shirt his father was wearing, it was so old that it had faded from blue to whitish blue. Their shoes were so worn out that they were begging to be retired.

Aah, what a great schemer he was. He was tugging at the heartstrings of the old couple already. He was really swinging big right off the bat.