His Genius Wife is a Superstar

Yang Jiahui looked at her husband. Long Tengfei looked cold and emotionless. After a few moments, he softly harrumphed.

"As long as that woman doesn't embarrass my daughter," he muttered under his breath.

Yang Jiahui only gave a faint smile and continued watching the TV. It would be a lie if she said that she wasn't the least bit envious of Wei Lan right now. After all, who wouldn't want to become a member of nobility and be respected by so many people just by one's title alone? However, Yang Jiahui mentally shook the envy away from her heart, preventing it from taking root and festering deep within her.

What was left was the feeling of gladness for her step-daughter, Iris. If being a viscountess meant that Wei Lan changed into a better person and repaired her relationship with Iris, then Yang Jiahui could only feel glad for the mother and daughter.

Iris and Meimei were now best friends with the other members of their girl squad. Iris was Yang Jiahui's step-daughter, while Meimei was her niece. She loved the two young women like her own children. She only wished them happiness in their lives.

The Long family was already filled with so much drama and problems. Yang Jiahui didn't want Iris to experience any additional enmity with her family members, especially with her own biological mother. A mother and daughter should have a close bond incomparable to any relationships.

Yang Jiahui's thoughts were interrupted by her husband's mutters.

"That woman has been posing there for half an hour. Just move on already," Long Tengfei complained about Wei Lan's continued posing in front of the cameras. He was exaggerating, of course. Wei Lan's posing for the cameras hadn't reached the half an hour mark yet. Then he said, "I wonder how long till Xiulan appears."

At the moment, the married couple already stopped watching the recording of Wei Lan's red carpet entrance. They returned to watching the actual livestream. Long Tengfei still had to wake up early the next day for work, but he didn't want to miss his daughter's first red carpet appearance at the world-renowned film festival.

This was the Sommet International Film Festival! Not only was his daughter an attendee, but she was also an award nominee! Long Tengfei felt immensely proud of his youngest daughter. Win or lose, his daughter was already the winner in his heart.

While Long Tengfei and Yang Jiahui patiently waited for Iris to appear, Long Hui was also watching the livestream inside his residence at the eastern wing. He actually just arrived home, so he was still in his business suit. He looked rumpled, though.

After working, he headed straight to a hotel to meet up with his new fiancée who demanded to have a "date" with him. He couldn't refuse because her family contributed a lot in helping him obtain the recent 5% shares of Long Industries.

Long Hui didn't really like his new fiancée. She looked like a mannequin instead of a real person. Her cosmetic surgeries were well done and didn't look too unnatural, but he still preferred an all-natural body.

Inside the hotel room, Long Hui closed his eyes and imagined that it was Jiang Ying Yue he was fucking instead of his new fiancée. Her muscled body was always beautiful and attractive to his eyes. Even after she gave birth and gained a little weight, he still thought that she had the most gorgeous female body that he had ever seen in his life.

He fucked his new fiancée furiously, making the woman scream at the top of her lungs until she passed out from too much pleasure. After several rounds, Long Hui picked up his clothes and started putting them on. His face didn't show any emotions. He looked like he didn't feel anything at all after having sex with his new fiancée.

As a matter of fact, the sex felt unsatisfactory. Jiang Ying Yue felt so many times better. Fucking his new fiancée was just a duty he needed to fulfill as payment for her family's assistance in the battle for succession in the Long clan.

Back to the present, Long Hui tossed his necktie to the floor while watching the livestream on TV. He glared hatefully at Wei Lan. He blamed her for corrupting Jiang Ying Yue into going against him.

Then his eyes turned cold when he looked at Jiang Ying Yue standing a little behind Wei Lan. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her qipao-inspired dress. Seeing her muscled arms and calves, Long Hui's body automatically reacted. He got hard.

He was annoyed at his body's reaction. At first, he planned on ignoring it and letting it pass. He already treated Jiang Ying Yue as his enemy, after all. However, his body still couldn't help but crave for her, especially after the unsatisfying sex with his new fiancée. His eyes narrowed and he hissed when the TV showed Jiang Ying Yue turning around, displaying her tight butt inside her dress.

"Fuck it," he growled and started undoing his belt in a hurry.

After unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers, his erection popped out. It was swollen and hard, already leaking in anticipation. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking while he looked at Jiang Ying Yue on the TV. Inside his mind, Jiang Ying Yue was completely naked. He could see all of her sexy muscles. He also imagined the tight feeling of being inside her, squeezing him hard as he pumped himself again and again inside her wet heat. Her inner muscles were strong, never failing to give him the greatest sexual pleasure he had ever experienced in his life so far.

His hand moved faster and tighter around his hard length, while his other hand massaged his balls underneath. Sweat beaded on his skin. His breaths turned into pants. He moved and sat on the foot of his bed. His eyes never left the TV. He watched Jiang Ying Yue like a hawk, ogling her body and imaging the feeling of being inside her.

Moans escaped from his throat, while he pumped his hand on himself as fast as he could. Moments later, his body started stiffening. Then he growled deeply and shot his white release on his own abdomen.

After pleasuring himself, he felt empty. He continued watching Jiang Ying Yue on TV. A complicated expression flashed in his eyes. He realized that he was missing her.

"Damn you!" he cursed at her after recognizing the painful feelings inside his chest.

He ran to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Then he returned to his bedroom afterwards. He picked up his phone and stared at it. He alternated looking at his phone and at Jiang Ying Yue on TV. Wei Lan, Jiang Ying Yue and their entourage already left the area for posing in front of the cameras, but the Chinese reporter who was livestreaming the red carpet event decided to zoom in on their backs as they walked away.

"Come back to me, Ying Yue," he whispered.

His face contorted in frustration after hearing his own words. He was angry at Jiang Ying Yue, angry at his youngest sister and her fiancé, angry at that homewrecking Lin Yehan, but most importantly, he was angry at himself. He still loved Jiang Ying Yue, but he couldn't stop the negative emotions from overwhelming his heart and mind.

Once again, he looked at Jiang Ying Yue on the TV. Then he frowned, realizing something.

"Where's my son?"

His eyes turned cold. If Jiang Ying Yue was in France, then she must've also brought Little Jun with her. She actually dared to take his son abroad during their custody battle?

He glared at her on the TV and made up his mind. Even though it was already past midnight, he tapped his phone and called his lawyer.