"You," miss red dress pointed a finger at Feng Mei Hiu angrily, "get out right this second."
"Some nerve you have." Feng Mei Hiu scoffed as he stalked towards her. "You the alleged mistress, is telling me the rightful fiance to get lost," Feng Mei Hiu glared down at her shorter figure, "how laughable." He smirked.
Feng Mei Hiu's words had definitely hit her sore spot, her cheeks reddening with shame and anger. "You insolent wretch." Her eyes were ablaze with anger as she raised her hand to slap Feng Mei Hiu.
"Don't you dare." Feng Mei Hiu held her wrist.
"Murong Fenfang." She turned sharply, her eyes reddening with tears at Han Yichen's warning tone.
"Han Yichen he..."
"Leave." Han Yichen said coldly.
"But.." she bit her lip in indignation.
"I said leave." Han Yichen's voice was firm, his tone held no room for persuasion.
Murong Fenfang glared at Feng Mei Hiu, twisting her wrist out of his grip, she grabbed her purse and exited the room with a dramatic click of her heels, slamming the door loudly just to show her annoyance.
A loud cough from the bed had Feng Mei Hiu turning his attention from the door to Han Yichen.
"Water." Han Yichen rasped.
Feng Mei Hiu cocked an eyebrow in disinterest, rolling his eyes as he walked towards the counter top water dispenser and picked up a disposable cup.
"Hot, ambient, sparkling or chilled?" Feng Mei Hiu's finger hovered above the buttons.
"Sparkling." Han Yichen's voice sounded raw.
Feng Mei Hiu stretched the cup towards him, and just when Han Yichen lifted his hand to take the cup, Feng Mei Hiu turned the cup away and gulped down the water.
"How refreshing." Feng Mei Hiu sighed. "If you needed water you should have told Fenfang." His lips curved into a cold smirk.
"How cruel." Han Yichen's dark eyes were fixed on Feng Mei Hiu's sapphire orbs. "Are you jealous?" A teasing smirk danced on his lip.
"Jealous?" Feng Mei Hiu scoffed as he tossed the cup into the trashcan. "You wish."
"Would you believe if I said she was the one trying to kiss me?" Han Yichen ran a hand through his dark locks.
"I would." Feng Mei Hiu ran his gaze down Han Yichen's body, he could catch the edges of the bandage that peeked out through his shirt. Leaning down, Feng Mei Hiu caged Han Yichen in between his arm's, his dark locks falling onto his face. "In this condition, I doubt if you can do it." Red lips curved into a devious smile.
"Never tell a man he can't do it, if you think I am lying let's try." Han Yichen's voice was a raspy whisper.
"Really?" Feng Mei Hiu moved his elbow downwards, pressing it into Han Yichen's abdomen.
"Fuck." Han Yichen cursed at the pressure on his wound.
"The only way we would be able to do it with your condition is if I ride you." Feng Mei Hiu trailed a finger over Han Yichen's chest, as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting Han Yichen's. "Riding is tiring."
"If you get tired, I will handle it." Han Yichen smirked.
Feng Mei Hiu's smile faltered, this bastard couldn't possibly. "Are you hard?" Feng Mei Hiu reeled back as he stared at the growing bulge flabbergasted.
"What?" Han Yichen had the audacity to thrust his hips upwards. "You're the one talking about doing it and riding, it's a biological reaction." He spread his legs shamelessly. "I am man true and true."
"You are disgusting true and true." Feng Mei Hiu snorted as he glared at Han Yichen, who only laughed.
"Do you know who tried to kill me?" Feng Mei Hiu caught to the chase, enough of the teasing.
"Why should I tell you?" Han Yichen's dark eyes held Feng Mei Hiu captive.
"Because it's my life at stake." Feng Mei Hiu sighed. "I will be leaving the hospital soon and I want to be prepared."
"Oh! And do you trust me? I could easily lie to you." Feng Mei Hiu shook his head.
"I don't trust you." Feng Mei Hiu's reply was firm. "But between Wei Ehuang and Feng Lisha you're my best choice."
"I don't know who's after your life, but your car brakes were tampered with." Han Yichen tapped a finger on the bed. "You should be careful of everyone in the Feng family, 40 percent of Feng corporations share belong to you, it's you against them."
"40 percent?" Feng Mei Hiu felt his breath stutter, that was a lot. "And you, don't you want them?" Feng Mei Hiu observed the male on the bed.
"You are a big walking cake that everyone wants to take a bite from." Han Yichen chuckled darkly. "Of course I too want a bite."
******
"Leaving so soon Miss Murong." Cara twilred a knife between her fingers as the female stormed out of the room.
"You let him in just to piss me off right?" Murong Fenfang glared at the smiling alpha. "You should know your place Cara, you are just Han Yichen's dog."
"Han Yichen's dog?" Cara laughed. "Between you and me, I think we both know who's always running after Han Yichen."
Murong Fenfang's cheeks reddened with anger immediately. "Watch your tongue, else.."
"Else you will do what?" A sharp voice cut in as a slender figure walked towards them. "Answer me sister, what will you do?" She taunted.
"Daiyu." Murong Fenfang eyed her darkly. "Here to save your little girlfriend?." Her eyes sparkled as she gazed between Murong Daiyu and Cara.
"Jealous?" Murong Daiyu laughed. "Unlike you I am getting some loving."
"Wait till I tell father about this...thing going on between you two." Murong Fenfang pointed a finger at Murong Daiyu and Cara.
"Go, tattle like you always do." Murong Daiyu sneered. "Daddy's spoilt little princess."
"You bitch." Murong Fenfang yelled as she raised her hand.
"Miss Murong." Cara's tone was severe as she gripped her wrist.
"Leave her, let her make a scene. Unlike her I have got nothing to lose, no reputation to soil." Murong Daiyu's words drew Murong Fenfang's attention to the growing crowd.
"Imagine the headlines, KINGS AND QUEENS future CEO fighting with her sister in a hospital." Murong Daiyu smirked. "I can almost see father having a heart attack."
"This isn't the over." With an ominous promise Murong Fenfang thudded off.
"I am sorry." Murong Daiyu turned to Cara.
"For what?" The female alpha crossed her arms under her chest.
"For my sister." Murong Daiyu sighed. "And her stupid assumptions that we are dating." A faint red color tinted her cheeks.
"You don't need to apologize, but if you're really sorry how about you take me out for dinner, tomorrow." Cara smirked at the way Murong Daiyu's cheek reddened.
"Of course." She spluttered, tucking a dangling lock into her braid.
Cara's eyes roamed over Murong Daiyu, she looked absolutely stunning in her black leggings which she wore underneath a short beige colored skirt, her cream colored top was tucked into her skirt and a beige jacket hung stylishly from her shoulder and that hair, my God.
"Your hair looks amazing." Cara complimented as she admired the dark-purple locks.
"Well, a certain someone said I would look hot with purple hair." Murong Daiyu shrugged.
"And that someone was absolutely right," Cara smiled with a knowing look, "you look terrific with purple hair, Miss Daiyu."
"Thanks." Murong Daiyu smiled as she brezzed past her stopping with her hand on the door. "Daiyu. Call me Daiyu Cara." She threw her a lazy smile as she went into the room.
"Daiyu." Cara tested the name on her lips. "How pretty."
Meanwhile the other guards exchanged bewildered looks, was Cara flirting or were they blind.