Chapter 228 - We're Going On A Field Trip

When Qing Chen and Feng Xuan went home that night around one in the morning, both of their heads were swimming with alcohol. But unfortunately, neither of them were drunk enough to just drop asleep on the bed.

So they went to the shower together and soaked themselves in the humongous bathtub. They lit scented candles and turned out the light. One of Feng Xuan's legs were on top of Qing Chen's and the water reached above their chests. He had an arm around her and she was holding his hand with both of hers.

"What are your plans?" she asked him, recalling the conversation they had on the roof.

"Take over," Qing Chen answered with his eyes closed. "With father gone… I'll be able to do what I want with the mafia."

"Is it really that bad?" Feng Xuan asked. "Maybe you don't have to abolish it."

"One thing's for sure. I'm no longer going to be a drug dealer once I'm done with this."

"What about the other stuff?"

Qing Chen as a business man would choose to keep the other parts of the mafia because of the profit that it gives them. "We don't need that much money. It just heightens the risk for us to get caught."

"I don't even feel the mafia."

The end of Qing Chen's lips turned upwards a plan forming in his head. "Everything is done under the table. We leave no traces. All the businesses are discreet and could not be traced back to The Kingly. That's how far Enigma had come. Most of it, all thanks to your father." Qing Chen kissed the top of her head. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Yeah," she answered. "I'm wrinkled like a dried fruit."

It was almost three in the morning when they finally went to bed. Feng Xuan climbed on top of Qing Chen and kissed him, tangling her fingers in his soft hair. It felt like silk.

"Are you tired?" she asked.

"No, not really," he said against her lips and pulled her closer until she was on his lap. "I missed you."

"It's been busy," she said and her hands travelled to his shoulders. His body felt warm to touch. "But I'm done with the launches. The next one would be for the new branch of Gretel's."

"Should I get you an assistant?"

Feng Xuan laughed. 

"Why are you laughing?" Qing Chen asked and pressed on her sides, making her jerk with the tickle. 

"That's like a huge turn on, you know?"

"Should I get you an assistant?!" Qing Chen repeated, his face distorted in confusion.

"I think I'm at that age wherein I get turned on by things that would ease my daily stress," she answered, enlightening herself in the process. "That just so nice and… attractive."

Qing Chen burst out laughing. "Are you still drunk?"

"I've sobered up in the bath!"

Instead of answering back, Qing Chen pulled her close again and eliminated the distance between them. Feng Xuan willingly gave into it, wrapping her arms around his neck, enjoying the sensation of feeling his lips, teeth, and tongue on her mouth and skin.

When it was getting too intense for her and the pleasures that was racking her body, she pulled him back up. "Qing Chen."

"I know, I know," he whispered and went back to her lips, his hands touching her face lightly, comfortingly.

When both of their emotions calmed down, Qing Chen said, "We should sleep. The sun will come up in a while."

Feng Xuan took a breath. Her body was as hot as the air when you first pulled the oven open. "Yeah," she answered, still fazed. "Yeah."

Qing Chen put an arm around her and she closed her eyes. "Good night, wife."

"Good night, Chen."

Qing Chen did not sleep for the second night in a row.

**

They slept in the entirety of the day. It was already the weekend so they were allowed to catch up with some rest. Qing Chen was only able to sleep once he saw that it was already light outside. But still, his body woke him up, not allowing him to sleep for more than eight hours. When he turned, he saw that it was already three in the afternoon.

Feng Xuan was still fast asleep and he played with her hair a little, waking her up in the least annoying way as possible.

Feng Xuan stirred and cracked her eyelids open. "Chen, go back to sleep," she m.o.a.ned and snuggled closer to him.

"We can't," he said.

"Why not?" she groaned and buried her face on his side as if to hide from him.

"We're going on a field trip."

"To where?"

It seemed like Feng Xuan was getting curious with how the mafia worked. So he thought he would show it to her. "To Enigma."

**

Feng Xuan had never gotten up faster in her life. Finally, she was going to see what was it that her father partly built. They kept their baths quick and didn't take a driver today so it would be less suspicious. The sun was almost disappearing again when they went out of the house, both clad in huge coats with fur collars, boots, and gloves. They even got these matching pair of sunglasses.

"Where are we going first?" she giddily strapped herself on her seat.

"What do you want to see first?"

"I think we should start small."

"Alright." A driver had already warmed the car before they went out and they immediately exited the premises. A car full of bodyguards followed them behind. "But I have to warn you, you are not going to like everything that you would see."

Feng Xuan grinned. "You know, husband, at times I think that we have different definitions of fun. Nevertheless, I am really excited. Are you sure I am not underdressed?"

Qing Chen took in what she was wearing. "Trust me, you wore just the right clothes."