Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 474; Honeymoon

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Ocean Villa - Late Morning

After carrying Tang Fei to the bathroom, Huo Ting Cheng set her down gently on the closed toilet seat.

She winced slightly at the movement, and he frowned with concern.

"I’m fine," she assured him quickly, seeing his expression.

"Just... sore.

Very sore."

"I’ll draw you a bath," he said, already moving toward the large tub.

"No," she said quickly, catching his hand.

"No bath.

I’m too tired.

I just want to... exist.

Preferably in bed, not moving, for the foreseeable future."

He studied her face—the faint shadows under her eyes, the way she was holding herself carefully, the exhaustion that clung to her despite having slept.

He’d pushed her hard last night.

Very hard.

"Alright," he agreed.

"But you need to eat.

You haven’t had anything since dinner, and that was..." he calculated, "almost fifteen hours ago."

"I know," she admitted.

"I’m actually starving.

But I really don’t want to move.

Can we just... order something?"

A small smile touched his lips.

"This isn’t a hotel, Fei’er.

There’s no room service."

"Then I guess I’ll starve," she said dramatically, though her stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, betraying her.

He laughed—a genuine, warm sound that transformed his usually stern features.

"I don’t think so.

Wait here."

He left the bathroom briefly and returned with one of his shirts—soft, expensive cotton that would hang on her like a dress.

He helped her into it carefully, his touch gentle as he worked her sore arms through the sleeves.

Then he lifted her again, ignoring her half-hearted protests, and carried her back to the bed.

He arranged the pillows so she could sit up comfortably, then tucked the duvet around her legs.

"Don’t move," he commanded softly.

"I’ll be right back."

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and stepped out onto the bedroom balcony, sliding the glass door partially closed behind him.

Tang Fei watched him through the glass as he made the call, admiring the way the morning sunlight played across his bare shoulders and back.

Even after everything they’d done, the sight of him still made her heart race slightly.

On the phone, Huo Ting Cheng’s tone was businesslike.

"Huo Qi."

"Yes, Master?" Huo Qi’s voice came through immediately, alert despite the early hour.

"I need breakfast brought to the villa.

From the restaurant—the one by the marina.

A full spread.

Enough for two, but make it substantial.

My wife needs to eat."

There was the briefest pause, then, "Of course.

I’ll have it prepared immediately.

Is Mrs. Huo alright?"

"She’s fine," Huo Ting Cheng replied, his voice softening slightly.

"Just tired.

We had... a long night."

Huo Qi, who had served the Huo family long enough to read between the lines, wisely didn’t comment.

"I’ll have it delivered within thirty minutes.

Is there anything specific Mrs. Huo would prefer?"

"Something light but nutritious.

Congee, steamed buns, fresh fruit, eggs—the usual breakfast fare.

And tea.

Jasmine, if they have it.

She likes jasmine."

"Understood.

I’ll personally ensure everything is prepared properly."

"Good.

Bring it yourself.

I don’t want strangers near the villa."

"Of course, Master."

Huo Ting Cheng hesitated, then added, "And Huo Qi?

Make sure the children are settled.

Check in with Twilight, confirm the security detail around the school is adequate, and have Nanny Yun send me a message about how they’re doing."

"Already done, sir.

Miss Minghao and young master Qin Xinyu were dropped at school without incident.

Miss Qing Qing is with Nanny Yun doing her physical therapy.

All security protocols are in place."

"Good." Huo Ting Cheng relaxed slightly.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure, Master.

I’ll be there shortly with breakfast."

Huo Ting Cheng ended the call and returned to the bedroom.

Tang Fei was exactly where he’d left her, leaning back against the pillows, her eyes half-closed, looking beautifully disheveled in his shirt.

"Breakfast is coming," he announced.

"Thirty minutes."

"Mmm," she hummed, not opening her eyes.

"That’s too long.

I might die of starvation before then."

"So dramatic," he teased, climbing back into bed beside her.

He pulled her against his side, and she immediately curled into him, her head on his shoulder.

"Your fault," she mumbled against his chest.

"You wore me out."

His hand stroked her hair gently.

"I know.

I’m sorry."

"No, you’re not," she countered, but there was affection in her voice.

"No," he admitted with a quiet laugh. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"I’m not.

But I am sorry you’re so sore."

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the waves, the morning birds, the peaceful sounds of the villa waking up around them.

Exactly twenty-eight minutes later, the doorbell chimed—a soft, melodic sound that echoed through the villa.

"That’s fast," Tang Fei observed.

"I told Huo Qi to bring it personally.

He’s efficient." Huo Ting Cheng extricated himself from her embrace and stood.

"I should put on actual clothes."

He walked to the closet and selected a pair of casual cotton beach shorts—navy blue, simple, comfortable.

He pulled them on, leaving his chest bare, and headed downstairs.

Tang Fei watched him go, admiring the view—the broad shoulders, the strong back, the way the shorts hung low on his hips.

Even exhausted and sore, she could appreciate the aesthetics.

Downstairs, Huo Ting Cheng opened the front door to find Huo Qi standing there with a large covered tray.

The aroma of fresh food wafted from it—savory and enticing.

"Master," Huo Qi greeted with a respectful nod, carefully not looking at Huo Ting Cheng’s state of undress or the visible marks on his neck and shoulders.

"Breakfast, as requested.

The chef prepared everything fresh twenty minutes ago."

Huo Ting Cheng took the tray.

It was heavy, laden with dishes, but he handled it easily.

"Thank you.

This looks perfect."

"Is there anything else you need, sir?" Huo Qi asked.

"I can arrange activities if you’d like—yacht excursion, private beach setup, spa services, chef for dinner..."

Huo Ting Cheng considered for a moment, then shook his head.

"No arrangements.

We’ll see how the day unfolds.

I’ll contact you if we need anything."

Huo Qi nodded, understanding.

This was meant to be private, intimate time.

No schedules, no obligations.

"Of course.

I’ll be on standby.

Enjoy your day, Master."

"Keep me updated about the children."

"Absolutely."

Huo Ting Cheng closed the door and carried the tray back upstairs.

The aroma seemed to intensify as he climbed, and he heard Tang Fei’s stomach growl even from the hallway.

He entered the bedroom to find her sitting up more alertly, her nose lifted slightly like she was following the scent.

"That smells amazing," she said, her eyes brightening.

"It should.

I had it brought from the best restaurant on the coast." He set the tray on the dresser and looked around.

"We need a proper surface..."

He spotted a bed tray table tucked in the corner of the room—probably left by the staff who had prepared the villa.

He retrieved it, adjusted its legs, and positioned it carefully over Tang Fei’s lap.

Then he transferred the food from the large tray to the bed table, removing covers to reveal an impressive spread: steaming congee with various toppings, delicate steamed buns, soft scrambled eggs, fresh sliced fruit arranged artfully, small dishes of pickled vegetables, and a pot of fragrant jasmine tea with two cups.

"This is too much food," Tang Fei observed, though she was already reaching for a steamed bun.

"You need to eat," he replied, pouring tea for them both.

"You worked very hard last night."

She choked slightly on her bite of bun, her cheeks flushing.

"Huo Ting Cheng!"

He smiled innocently.

"What?

It’s true."

Before they could eat properly, he disappeared into the bathroom.

She heard water running, and he emerged with a small face towel—damp and warm.

"Here," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her.

"Let me."

He gently wiped her face with the warm towel, cleaning away the remnants of sleep, then carefully cleaned her hands, one finger at a time, with a thoroughness that was both practical and oddly intimate.

"There," he said, satisfied.

"Now you can eat properly."

Tang Fei felt something warm and complicated bloom in her chest again.

This care, this attention to small details—it was almost more intimate than what they’d done in the darkness.

They ate together in comfortable silence, Huo Ting Cheng occasionally reaching over to place choice morsels on her plate, making sure she ate enough.

The food was excellent—clearly prepared by skilled hands.

As she ate, Tang Fei found herself thinking about the previous night.

The intensity of it, the way he’d claimed her so thoroughly.

She’d been wanting to be intimate with Huo Ting Cheng for a while now, had fantasized about it, even.

But she hadn’t expected him to be so... feral.

So intense.

So overwhelming.

His manhood had been impressive—thick, veined, larger than she’d anticipated.

He brought it to his lips and kissed her palm gently.