The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion

Chapter 948 - 963: You Actually Dare to Find Yourself a Backup Lover

Han Xi took the thermos from Manman’s hand, "Alright, you go quickly."Watching the girl leave the ward, Feng Yi entered the bathroom. He took off his white shirt and tossed it directly into the trash can, turned on the faucet, and wet a towel to wipe himself down.

Luckily, he came along today, otherwise, the one getting splashed would have been that girl.

Li Manman returned after grabbing clothes from the car trunk. She knocked on the bathroom door a few times, and only after hearing Feng Yi’s voice did she push the door open a crack and handed the clothes over.

"Wife, I can’t reach my back, can you help me wipe it?"

Li Manman hesitated as she looked at Feng Yi, "You think of a way yourself, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng Yi pulled her into the bathroom. As she stepped in, he kicked the door shut.

"What are you doing?" Li Manman looked at him nervously, her heart inexplicably racing again.

Feng Yi wrapped both arms tightly around her, his nose lightly brushing against hers, "I want you to help me wipe my back."

"Xiao Xi and the others are outside, if you suddenly pull me in, they will definitely misunderstand."

"You’re my wife; what’s there to misunderstand? Or are you afraid Tong Ze might overthink, hmm?"

Trapped in his arms, Li Manman couldn’t move at all, her hands awkwardly placed, "Can’t you stop getting jealous all the time and dragging Tong Ze into this? There’s nothing going on between us."

Feng Yi’s distinct fingers gently lifted Li Manman’s chin, forcing her to look at him, "Then promise me you’ll never have any relationship with him in the future."

Feng Yi’s gaze was too intense for Li Manman to meet; she averted her eyes, "Why should I promise? The future is long; who can say what might happen."

"Are you giving yourself a backup plan?" Feng Yi’s fingers on her chin applied a bit more pressure.

Li Manman frowned in pain, angrily glaring at him, "It hurts, let me go now."

"You’re a married woman, Mrs. Feng, and yet you dare to find yourself a backup, Li Manman, I’m really angry right now."

"Manman, I need to wash my hands; can I come in now?"

Tong Ze’s voice came from outside the door. He noticed Li Manman hadn’t come out for a long time and, anxious despite the pain from his wound, insisted that his assistant help him to the bathroom.

Han Xi was called away by a nurse for a temporary matter.

Li Manman steadied her somewhat erratic breathing before speaking, "You can come in."

Tong Ze, enduring the pain from his wound, pushed the door open. Beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead. Feng Yi slipped on a black t-shirt, reached out to grab Li Manman’s wrist, gently pulled her, and enclosed her in his arms.

He was asserting his ownership, signaling to Tong Ze that this woman belonged to him.

Li Manman wasn’t stupid; she understood Feng Yi’s intention. She didn’t intend to have anything with Tong Ze anyway, so she didn’t push Feng Yi away, letting him hold her like that.