Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

After walking out of the ancestral house, Gong Siming remained silent while Feng Ling kept complaining about Gong Yiyuan’s cruelty and how harsh Yan Xiuya had been on her in the past few months.

She neglected one thing. Those were Gong Siming’s most important family members.

Anyhow, blood was thicker than water, not to mention such a family he was in. The most foolish thing a woman could do was to accuse his family member in the presence of her man.

As he listened to her complaints, the disgust in him grew like terminal cancer cells. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t prevent it from spreading to every part of his body.

Sick of her angry face, Gong Siming closed his eyes and recalled the scene of their first encounter. She looked so pure and positive back then!

Yan Xiuya’s advice suddenly echoed in his mind, “Ming, don’t confuse your pity for Feng Ling with love!”

Gong Siming abruptly opened his eyes and turned to the grumbling woman. Not a single trace of familiarity could be found again.

Faced with his scrutinizing and doubtful eyes, Feng Ling instantly realized her blunder. That was his taboo.

“Ming, actually grandpa is for your good. Uncle and auntie don’t know about me. Guess first impressions are firmly entrenched. I was too anxious to let them get to know me. This was all my fault. After that long coma, I’m so scared and afraid of losing you!”

Holding Gong Siming, Feng Ling cried her heart out, and the man lost his bearings.

Noticing the guilt in his eyes and his wavering heart, Feng Ling consolidated her success through showing a hint of obstinacy on her tearful face, “Ming, give me time to fit in again, could you?”

Her unyielding look reminded him of Si Wan and gave him a pang of agony.

Enchanted, he somehow held tightly the woman who snuggled up against him.

The strong hormone from his body reminded Feng Ling of an object that she received from that man. She was asked to seize a chance to have Gong Siming prostrate himself.

Now the time came.

As soon as Gong Siming came back from the Army, he was kicked out of the house by Gong Yiyuan. His parents, however, just looked on indifferently.

This was supposed to be his most vulnerable moment, and now he needed care the most.

With a mysterious smile, Feng Ling suggested tenderly in his arms, “Ming, go to my place. I’ll cook dinner for you.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her voice snapped him out of his reverie. As if frightened by a monster, he shoved her to the other side of the car door.

The dizziness from the sudden impact hardened Feng Ling’s determination to sweep Gong Siming off his feet as soon as she could.

Following the bang, Feng Ling covered her head and gave out a painful moan.

Gong Siming was stronger than average, so it was not her feigned pain this time.

Cowering there, Feng Ling whined faintly in agony. With a flicker of pity in his eyes, Gong Siming spoke gently, “Let’s go to Gong’s villa.”

Feng Ling didn’t reject directly. It was not that she hadn’t been to Gong’s villa, but she was driven out before she could enter.

As if not hearing him, Feng Ling shivered and curled into a ball.

After Gong’s villa was mentioned, he could clearly feel her fear, thus asking anxiously, “Feng Ling, what’s wrong?”

At the anticipated question, Feng Ling trembled more vigorously and even broke out in a cold sweat.

Noticing her abnormal behavior, Gong Siming reached out to soothe her. To his surprise, she dodged in fear.

Now he already left Feng Ling’s complaints and jealousy behind, his heart filled with doubt and worry.

“Feng Ling, relax, it’s me, Ming!” This was his most tender moment ever since Feng Ling revived.

However, Feng Ling still huddled there, trembling.

In desperation, he had to tell Hua Er to drive to Feng Ling’s place.

Despite his reluctance, Hua Er found it hard to expose her trick of door-in-the-face and had to follow his order.

After they arrived at Feng Ling’s residence, Gong Siming grudgingly carried her upstairs.

Since Feng Ling refused to talk, Gong Siming had to try unlocking the door with the same password he set for her laptop.

To his surprise, he succeeded on his first try, but the sight of the frightened woman in his arms upset him even more.

Since this was a girl’s home, Gong Siming didn’t plan to stay for long and asked Hua Er to wait in the car.

Gong Siming put Feng Ling down on the bed gently and soothed her silently.

Only after ten minutes did she slightly recover from her fear.

“Feng Ling, sorry, no matter what happens, I wish a happy life for you.” Said Gong Siming in a deep voice.

Feng Ling whimpered faintly, gripped Gong Siming’s arm tightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Ming, it’s the night of family reunion tonight. Can you have supper with me before you go?”

Her humble and imploring look melted his heart, “Okay, I’ll ask Hua Er to go and pick me up later!”

Like a child, Feng Ling wiped her tears and hastened to the kitchen to prepare supper.

After a phone call, Gong Siming watched the busy figure in the kitchen and repented, “Am I too cruel to Feng Ling?”

Feng Ling’s room boasted psychedelic, pink decorations as well as many cute dolls. “How could such a girl be a bad person?” Sitting at the dining table, he looked around and blurted out.

Feng Ling was very delighted. It seemed that she could obtain happiness from everything she did for him.

Soon, Gong Siming’s favorite dishes surprisingly spread over the small round table.

The delicate woman somehow had learned to cook so many dishes that he liked.

As Feng Ling watched Gong Siming gobble down her food, the corners of her mouth curved up in an eerie smile.

Before he could finish his meal, Gong Siming felt terribly parched, and taking off his coat didn’t help. Now even Feng Ling became blurry in his eyes.

A surge of desire came from his abdomen and spread to every part of his body. Now instinct told him that he must leave as soon as possible.

Tottering to his feet, Gong Siming supported himself with the table and intended to walk away.

Feng Ling finally got a chance to drug him. How would she let him go?

She rushed up and supported Gong Siming. When his hands touched her cool, tender skin, the desire surged to his head and incinerated his remaining sense.