The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

Chapter 241 Warning

"You fool… who are you calling Master? You should call me Father! I'm your father-in-law!"

Tristan: "..."

FaMo gave Tristan a warning look, telling him not to speak further or else, he would suffer a consequence. FaMo was afraid that Zhen-Zhen would scold him once she learned that FaMo asked Tristan to call him Master.

Tristan immediately kept his mouth shut upon seeing FaMo's frightening look. At that certain moment, he knew that he would be doomed once he spoke something he was not supposed to.

He quickly took his previous word, correcting himself as per FaMo's instructions.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, father. It's just a slip of the tongue. You look like a Master to me because of your clothes. Wifey, it is just an honest mistake. Just don't mind me. Come, let's have dinner."

Zhen-Zhen just nodded at him with a smile. But before they could leave the room, Zhen-Zhen spoke up to them.

"Hubby, you are right. Father's clothes are not suitable to use in this world. Can you please lend him some of your clothes in the meantime?" Zhen-Zhen requested Tristan.

"Of course, Wifey. Come with me, father. You can change in my room," Tristan said politely to FaMo.

FaMo just nodded at him. Tristan and FaMo were left alone again as Zhen-Zhen headed first to the dining area while the two men went to Tristan's room. FaMo took this opportunity to warn Tristan.

As soon as the door was closed, FaMo leaned his back on the door, folding his arms across his chest while facing Tristan. He had a serious expression on his face.

Tristan was about to go to his wardrobe when he noticed FaMo stop following him. He turned around only to see FaMó's threatening gaze.

"Don't mention anything to Zhen-Zhen. What we have talked about in the living room should remain a secret between the two of us. If any of those will be known to Zhen-Zhen then I swear, you will not like to see my angry side. Do you understand?" FaMo said with his stern cold voice.

Tristan could only nod his head frantically. He had no courage to disobey his father-in-law also known as the demon god. He didn't know what this demon god could do to him if ever he offended him or made him upset.

Tristan was thinking that he needed to be on his good side so that he could gain his full support for his relationship with Zhen-Zhen.

"Good. You can call me father or father-in-law in front of Zhen-Zhen but if we are just alone, you should call me Master." FaMo insisted on Tristan.

"Yes, Father… I mean Master." Tristan agreed with his awkward expression.

He didn't know how long he could take it, calling someone as his Master. The demon god didn't look old to be called his father-in-law. His appearance looked young as if he was just an older brother of Tristan and Zhen-Zhen.

Soon, Tristan lent FaMo a set of clothes. He became younger after wearing Tristan's clothes. Tristan couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

He was thankful that the gorgeous man in front of him was Zhen-Zhen's father otherwise, he would be threatened by his presence, afraid that he might steal Zhen-Zhen from him.

FaMo's appearance was like a Matinee idol admired by every woman and his muscular physique was like a body of a supermodel. After changing FaMo's clothes, Tristan and FaMo came out of his room and proceeded to the dining area where Zhen-Zhen's was waiting for them.

The three of them ate dinner together. Zhen-Zhen was in a good mood. She was very happy that FaMo was eating with them like he was a human being. She was very attentive to FaMo, giving him food on his plates, making sure that he would eat well.

Tristan couldn't help but feel upset. He appeared to be the third wheel among them. He lost his appetite. He was familiar with this kind of jealousy he was feeling. It was the same feeling when Zhen-Zhen and FaMo were together.

Because of that, he remembered FaMo. He was still missing. They tried searching for him but they failed to see him. He didn't know how he would bring this up to Zhen-Zhen.

He could see that she was cheerful tonight. He didn't have the heart to ruin her bright mood. Tristan made up his mind. He would find FaMo again tomorrow. If he couldn't find FaMo then he would try to find a black cat that had an exact resemblance to FaMo's appearance.

After dinner, it was Tristan who cleaned the table and washed the dishes. Zhen-Zhen accompanied FaMo in her room. She tried to transfer her energy to FaMo in order for his wound to heal quickly.

When Zhen-Zhen was done, she said goodbye to FaMo as she would stay with Tristan tonight. That's the moment FaMo realized the disadvantage of not able to transform into his cat form. He could no longer watch over Zhen-Zhen and join them in the next room.

It would be inappropriate for him to barge in the room of the husband and wife, asking them that he would sleep together with them. Tristan could tolerate FaMo's presence as a black cat, but not as a demon god in his human form.

'Argh, I need to recover quickly. I don't want Zhen-Zehn to be taken advantage of by that fool every night. Oh, my poor, baby Zhen-Zhen.' FaMo lamented to himself.

When Zhen-Zhen entered the room, Tristan was already lying on the bed, waiting for her. Tristan's face brightened up upon seeing Zhen-Zhen. Finally, he could be alone with Zhen-Zhen now. No FaMo and no father-in-law, there's only him and her.

"Wifey…" Tristan called her out, putting on a pitiful face.

"Yes, hubby? What's wrong?" Zhen-Zhen climbed the bed while looking at Tristan confusedly.

Tristan didn't answer her. He just pulled her closer and pounced on her immediately, pushing her back on the bed and trapping her with his two hands.

Tristan's hazel eyes met Zhen-Zhen's blue eyes. After a few seconds of staring contest, Tristan finally spoke up.

"I'm sad. I miss you. I'm jealous. You neglected your husband a while ago… and I want… to possess you again." Tristan complained spontaneously to her with his pitiful look.

Zhen-Zhen had no chance to explain as Tristan sealed her lips with his, kissing her passionately and hungrily as if he hadn't kissed her for long.