The Devil who devoured Snow White

Once again, the couple was left in the room, glaring at each other until Lu Mengjie raised her hands in surrender. She was tired from her trip and all she wanted to do right then was to have a warm bath.

"Show me to your room." Her words sounded more like an order than a request which irked the man.

"Find it yourself." He turned the other way and began heading to his study instead. Just when he thought that he could finally have an alone time, he noticed that his wife began following him from behind. "Stop following me."

"Not until you lead me to your room."

Yong Liwei ended up heaving a sigh. He hated putting up with her. Oh, how he wished he could just throw her out of the place… but that was impossible of course. In the end, he led her to his room. Right then and there, the housekeeper went out but as he did, he only gave them a low bow before he scurried away from the couple.

Entering the room, Lu Mengjie saw a king-sized bed in the middle. Black silk sheets were draped around it. She gazed around and couldn't help but appreciate the room's gleaming obsidian walls and floor, and despite the black tone, she felt at ease. Black was his color alright. Perhaps it was the blazing electric fireplace in the room, the fur rug at her feet, or the wall of French doors leading to a balcony overlooking the city buildings.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the door shutting. It was then that she realized that Yong Liwei left.

"What a prick," she mumbled under her breath. 

Now that she was all alone in the room, she decided to unpack later and instead, head directly to the bathroom. By the time she was done, she went out wearing an oversize bathrobe, obviously belonging to her husband. Since she used his bath products, his scent lingered around her and she was loving it. She has always liked the musk of mint. Huh. Now that she thought about it, that guy must have liked mint-scented products.

She never really knew the man she married. His favorites, his hobbies. Others may have wondered why she married him, a man who she has yet to fully know. Some may think of it as scary as well. All Lu Mengjie has to the man she married was trust and love. Now that she was in his place, it was never too late to know more about him.

After unpacking her things, Lu Mengjie decided to roam around the place. Besides, she couldn't stay still knowing that there was another girl in the house. She was a threat to her married life. Wei Sianqi was a woman with an innocent charm. She was a girl that men would love to protect. There was a high possibility that she was a white lotus.

Heading out of the room, she began looking around. Along the way, she met the housekeeper Xi. With his help, she was able to know the whereabouts of Wei Sianqi's room and Yong Liwei's study. The penthouse was big with multiple rooms but she didn't have time to check them one by one. She wanted to make sure that her husband was not having a moment with their housemate.

Without knocking, Lu Mengjie barged into his study. Yong Liwei was on his desk, facing his laptop. He lifted his head and raised a brow at her. "What are you doing here?"

In an instant, a smile crept out of her lips. "Honeeey~"

Her sweet voice ended up making him frown. What was she up to now? 

"What do you want for dinner? I want to cook for you!" She grinned at him.

"I will not have dinner."

"What? Why not?" A knit formed between her brows. Was it because of Wei Sianqi? She knew that she was being paranoid but who could blame her? She knew what kind of man Yong Liwei was. Han Yizhou warned her.

"Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Then I'll just bring the food here so honey, don't be a dickhead and let this wife of yours cook for you, okay?" She turned and left him, not giving room for an argument.

…

By the time Lu Mengjie was done preparing the food, surprisingly, Yong Liwei arrived in the dining room, and seeing him there caused her to smile.

"You're here."

"Might as well be if you're going to force me." His eyes landed on the food on the table. A deep scowl formed shortly. 

"What… is this?" Why did it look like poop? He didn't like the color of the dish. It was like someone had a bad stomach and ended up having diarrhea in the bowl. It was so disturbing. 

"You never specified what you want to eat and since I know that you like peanut butter, this is my new recipe!"

"..." He was speechless. He ended up massaging the bridge of his nose as he tried his best not to lash out at her. "Do you know how to cook?"

"If I did, won't I become the most perfect human being in this world? I have the looks, the brain, the wealth. I am a kindhearted person. I have so many skills that can blow your mind," she said so brazenly. 

"Right." The peanut butter soup she made almost made him lose his temper. He wanted to throw the table upside down.

"I can't really cook but I know how to invent some new dishes."

"Were they edible?"

She shrugged and honestly replied, "some of it."

That was a wrong question he asked so he decided to inquire again, "will this be edible?"

"We won't know until we try it!" She was smiling from ear to ear, looking so proud at the food she made. Her eyes were even sparkling in excitement. "Come, come, let's eat, shall we?"

He remained unmoved. "I'll prepare my own food." No way in hell was he going to eat that!