Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 286 - 260: Spousal Fight? Domestic Violence?

Fu Yisi tended toward actions over words, well aware of his own physique, which might get a bit heady, but compared to Ji Sang, really amounted to nothing.

Today, his Mrs. Fu was truly too beautiful.

However, since Ji Sang took the initiative to offer help, Fu Yisi naturally couldn’t refuse such a thing.

"Help me?"

"Mhm."

The moment Ji Sang nodded, her hand actively reached out and grasped it.

Even through a layer of fabric, Fu Yisi drew a deep, low breath at that instant.

It seemed like relief, yet it was suppression.

"Hehe."

Fu Yisi chuckled softly.

"Help me like this?"

As their clothes were not fully removed, it was naturally hard to be complacent. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Ji Sang’s hand stayed there on top, motionless for a long while. Fu Yisi wasn’t in a rush, finding his technique with her dress zipper, he slowly pulled it down.

Instantly, the skin on Ji Sang’s right waist was exposed, the air slightly cold, causing her body to shudder.

Then, the man’s hand reached in....

Ji Sang gasped softly, then consciously bit her lip to prevent herself from making a sound.

Fu Yisi was in no rush, leisurely teasing her until Ji Sang’s breathing became utterly disordered, and the crimson in his eyes deepened, only then did he say in a hoarse voice.

"Mrs. Fu, is this how you help me, hmm?"

The man was aware of her shyness; his other hand grabbed Ji Sang’s hand and placed it on his belt.

Guiding, tempting.

"Help me."

Upon touching the cold buckle, Ji Sang withdrew her hand slightly, but the man’s hand held hers, leaving her no retreat.

"Hmm? Mrs. Fu, like I just did."

Just like earlier?

Indiscriminately reaching into her clothes, indiscriminately teasing and arousing.

Ji Sang was well aware that at times like these, Fu Yisi was a cultivated scoundrel, extremely sensual and shamelessly thick-skinned.

She didn’t want things to end up like they did a few days ago, and after only hesitating for a moment, she reached out and grasped the buckle.

It was merely a simple act of unbuckling a belt, yet Ji Sang’s hand kept trembling slightly.

Firstly, she was too unfamiliar with unbuckling belts, and secondly...

Fu Yisi’s other hand was still misbehaving inside her clothes...

...

This time it was not as simple as she imagined, Ji Sang’s hand turned sore, yet Fu Yisi was still not tired.

It was only at this moment that Ji Sang realized how restrained Fu Yisi had been the first time she used her hand to help him.

But, Fu Yisi was a man who, when he chose to be restrained, had an astounding self-control, but once indulgence began, that so-called willpower seemed to vanish into thin air.

Sometimes Ji Sang didn’t understand why Fu Yisi had such boundless energy.

"Fu Yisi, I’m tired... hurry up."

Ji Sang wanted to give up, but the man sensed her intent and quickly grabbed her hand to prevent her escape, leading her to pleasure him.

Ji Sang thought this would be over as soon as they finished, planning to jump out of Fu Yisi’s arms, but the man did not let her succeed.

His eyebrows raised, the corners of his eyes also lifted slightly with a hint of wickedness.

"I haven’t helped you yet."

Saying so, Fu Yisi began to tug at the dress on Ji Sang’s body.

It was unclear whether his offer to "help" meant simply helping Ji Sang change clothes, or something else...

...

In the Junlin Hotel lobby, the suitcase originally pulled by Qi Yi was now being dragged by Min Yunwen.

Previously, when Qi Yi could find plenty of topics, he was now silent, and this side-by-side silence was, in fact, a kind of peaceful pleasure.

After a day of shooting, Min Yunwen came to regard Qi Yi as potential friend material.

After all, their perspectives aligned quite well in some areas.

It’s not easy to come across such a person.

Seeing Qi Yi out was not only something Ji Sang had asked him to do but also what he should have done himself.

As they reached the door, a car was already waiting outside.

Qi Yi’s eyebrows lifted slightly, revealing a hint of regret in her eyes.

If possible, she wished she could stay another day.

"Give it to me."

Qi Yi reached out to take her suitcase from Min Yunwen’s hands.

Min Yunwen did not hand it over, instead, he took the suitcase to the car and placed it in the trunk.

"Have a safe trip."

Qi Yi smiled and took the initiative to say,

"I hope to have the chance to talk with you again after I get back."

Since they didn’t have a working relationship, this communication implied something more personal.

Qi Yi was obviously expressing her interest.

Min Yunwen was taken aback, not looking at her, uncertain whether he understood or not.

He only asked,

"Will this photo be displayed in your store?"

It took Qi Yi a moment to realize he was referring to Ji Sang and Fu Yisi’s wedding photo.

"The junior sister probably wouldn’t agree."

Min Yunwen chuckled,

"I think so, too."

While uttering those words, Min Yunwen’s eyes sparkled with subtle amusement, which Qi Yi noticed despite its faintness.

A thought crossed Qi Yi’s mind as her brow furrowed slightly,

Could it be that Min Yunwen has feelings for Ji Sang?

But that couldn’t be right; Ji Sang was already married, and there was nothing unusual in the atmosphere between the two.

Yet, Qi Yi was certain that Min Yunwen’s expression had indeed changed the instant Ji Sang was mentioned.

She just wasn’t sure if that look was one of fondness or something else.

Qi Yi tilted her head, finding her own thoughts quite absurd. Of course, she also understood Min Yunwen’s response—

He wasn’t interested in communicating further, at least not for now.

It seemed chasing after Min Yunwen would require considerable effort.

Min Yunwen waited until the car had driven away before entering the hotel. He was there to find Fu Yisi and headed straight to the Presidential Suite on the top floor.

As he approached, preparing to knock, a voice from inside stopped him.

"Fu Yisi, can you keep it down?"

It was Ji Sang’s voice, tinged with frustration. Min Yunwen couldn’t quite make out the words and, thinking that the couple was quarreling, he hesitated, taking a step back, unwilling to meddle in their domestic dispute.

But as luck would have it, more noise came from inside, the crashing and banging startling Min Yunwen.

Oh no, could it be? They’d just finished taking their wedding photos during the day, and now they were fighting at night? And it had gotten physical?

It was a shock to Min Yunwen’s values.

Could the emotions between spouses really change this quickly?

Neither Ji Sang nor Fu Yisi seemed like the type to resort to violence.

It was Min Yunwen’s first time encountering such a situation, unsure how to deal with it, yet feeling it wasn’t right to leave.

A couple fighting like this, could it be considered domestic violence?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he couldn’t just walk away.

He had to try to mediate.

Approaching the door, Min Yunwen paused a moment to listen for more commotion inside. But the Presidential Suite was better soundproofed than other rooms, and the noise he had heard earlier was probably just because the disturbance inside was rather loud.