Chapter 23: The Art of Guiding a Husband

Zhao Kai held Lin Fei’er tightly in his arms, feeling as though the woman in his embrace was a priceless treasure—he could hardly cherish her enough.

Lin Fei’er basked in the warmth of the man’s embrace; she liked Zhao Kai best when he was like this.

As he admired his delicate wife, Zhao Kai thought Lin Fei’er was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her brows were as distant mountains tinted with green, her eyes clear as autumn waters, every smile and frown captivating to the soul.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

“How do I compare to Sister Yan’er?” she asked softly.

Compared to Yan’er? Zhao Kai pondered for a moment. In terms of looks, Fei’er and Yan’er were equally matched, but each had her own unique charm. Yan’er was a fiery little pepper, Fei’er a pure and fragrant snow lotus—naturally, his heart inclined more toward Fei’er. Her gentle intimacy and thoughtfulness were beyond compare.

“Of course, you are the best,” he replied.

He took in the delicate fragrance on her body, his voice low and sincere, “Your husband is utterly in love with you.”

Hearing the truth in his words, Lin Fei’er’s heart softened, her arms snaking around his waist.

“Husband, I worry every day that you’ll leave me.”

“How could that happen…” He could hardly bear to be apart from such a beauty for even a moment.

“Now that Yan’er is with you, I’m really afraid you’ll forget me…”

Yan’er had been entrusted to him by Old Master Zhao—how could she compare to Fei’er? Zhao Kai sat up straight, holding her close. “You are my rightful wife, while Yan’er is like a sister to me—there’s a vast difference. I would do these things only with you, never with Yan’er.”

With that, he affectionately tapped her nose.

Lin Fei’er glanced shyly at her husband, her supple hands gliding to his shoulders. “Let me give you a massage.”

Wonderful. With such a beauty tending to him, all his exhaustion would melt away in an instant.

Zhao Kai closed his eyes in contentment.

“Husband, does that feel good?”

“It does…”

Lin Fei’er worked even harder, her hands gliding slowly down to his back. The lines of his back were smooth and subtly muscular, and she pressed along his spine, her touch gentle but sure.

Zhao Kai broke out in goosebumps, nearly at his wits’ end—he never imagined Fei’er would use such tempting motions to massage him.

Yet in truth, Lin Fei’er’s actions were hardly seductive; it was only that a man so in love found every touch of his beloved a temptation. Even if she did nothing at all tonight, he would still