"Huh?" In the Shen Family, Feng Yuan, leaning against the headboard, answered his phone with his other, uncuffed hand. "Don't believe me?"
Shen Qianshan, who was working on the sofa, looked up upon hearing this.
Feng Yuan returned his smile with a bright laugh, her tone arrogant, "Believe it or not."
"... The boss is in a hurry, he might be preparing to take action himself." K shrugged, saying helplessly, "If you've had your fun, finish the mission and come back soon."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qianshan calmly asked, "How do you plan to explain this? What about Wen Jiu's matter?"
"Are you scared?" Feng Yuan up, his gaze sweeping over the person with unrestrained confidence.
"Let me make this clear first, I'm not willing to give you up."
Shen Qianshan: "... Let's get down to business."
"You're the important thing," Feng Yuan, resting his chin on his hand, his blood-red eyes sparkling with a smile. "Perhaps more than that, you're my top priority."
"..."
Shen Qianshan regretted it.
He couldn't understand why he had brought the person back in the first place.
Shen Qianshan shifted his gaze from the beautiful man's face, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over his sexy waist dimples. He paused slightly and turned to the side.
Her voice was indifferent and restrained. "I have an appointment with Feng Chi today. An'an is at home."
Feng Yuan: "Hmm?"
Shen Qianshan gritted his teeth and emphasized, "It means Wen Jiu will also be coming; he'll be rehearsing with An'an these next few days."
Feng Yuan said silently: Oh--
A slight noise came from downstairs, followed by the sound of Shen Huaian opening the door and walking downstairs.
The boy shouted excitedly, "Brother, Wen Jiu and the others are here!"
Shen Qianshan called out, "Coming right now!"
After agreeing, he warned again, still not entirely at ease, " Wen Jiu is An'an's guest. Behave yourself. If you're going to do anything, don't do it at the Shen Family."
What a double standard!
Feng Yuan pouted unhappily, even though he had been so gentle when Shen Huaian.
"If you lock me up like this, I can't move."
Feng Yuan struggled to free himself from the handcuffs. His left hand and right foot were tightly handcuffed, and the fingerprint-enabled smart lock on his ankle was particularly heavy.
Shen Qianshan checked again, still not entirely sure, to make sure there was no chance of her breaking free.
"You're so heartless," Feng Yuan said, sitting up and frowning. "My feet are sore from all the friction."
It was indeed rubbed raw, but it was all because he was moving around restlessly. Shen Qianshan's gaze struggled to leave his slightly red and beautiful ankle, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
I'm leaving.
Just as my fingertips touched the doorknob, a haughty voice came from behind me, "Hey."
Shen Qianshan turned to the side.
The beautiful man hugged a soft plush pillow, his full head of silver hair cascading down, draped over his shoulders and arms. The light shone on him, and his blood-red eyes sparkled.
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she looked up at him with a hint of coquettish reproach, "Come back soon."
At that moment, Shen Qianshan couldn't describe exactly how he felt.
I just felt something inside me being gently touched, and suddenly my heart softened.
With an unconscious gentleness in his eyes, Shen Qianshan stood at the door, his voice deep and husky, "Mm."
Even though it was just stepping out of the room, the way Feng Yuan said it gave off a strange feeling of a husband going on a long trip and his wife eagerly awaiting his return.
Shen Qianshan belatedly realized what was happening as he went downstairs, and after a moment, he smiled, the curve of his lips relaxed and natural.
"Glib-tongued..."
"Brother! What are you laughing at?"
Shen Huaian came running back, shuffling around in his soft slippers, and excitedly introduced, "Come on, let's get acquainted."
"This is Wen Jiu, my second brother. This is President Feng... Um, this is my brother."
Upon Wen Jiu had a sudden lapse in judgment and extended her hand to shake hands. "Hello, President Shen! Hello, President Shen!"
Feng Chi:...
We've known each other for a long time, so why are you acting like it's our first meeting?
Since it was Sunday, an informal occasion, both of them were dressed casually in light sweatshirts and thick jackets, matching outfits.
Shen Huaian was wearing a fluffy cinnamon dog pajama set, and even Shen Qianshan was wearing a knitted sweater and casual trousers.
Out of politeness, Shen Qianshan extended his hand, their fingertips touching briefly before parting. "Hello."
"Hey! Why be so formal?" Shen Huaian tugged at the rabbit ears and said to Wen Jiu, "You're my second brother, just call me brother."
Feng Chi's eyelid twitched.
Shen Huaian: "Right, brother?"
Shen Qianshan rubbed his younger brother's head and gave Wen Jiu a gentle smile, "Yes."
During the impromptu visit, the two sides exchanged an awkward greeting.
Feng Chi presented a gift, and after the two began discussing the selection of music, he exchanged a glance with Shen Qianshan and went into the study.
Shen Huaian pulled his head back, closed the door, and looked at Wen Jiu with bright puppy eyes.
Now it's just him and his wife alone in the room!
Ahhh, he never dreamed he could have his wife for so long!!!
Wen Jiu didn't notice her younger brother's gaze; her eyes were fixed on the drum set beside her, its black design cool and stylish, and it looked particularly beautiful.
The Shen Family is very large. Shen Huaian's usual rehearsal space is also a large single-level floor-to-ceiling room with floor-to-ceiling windows opposite the door and a dance studio on the left, which is inlaid with a mirror as wide as the wall.
On the right side were various musical instruments, and a large table was piled with manuscript paper. In the inner compartment, there was even a complete recording device!
"Second Brother? Wen Jiu?" Shen Huaian saw that the man had been staring blankly since he came in, so he waved his hand in front of his eyes. "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Jiu was stunned.
"Do you usually rehearse here?" Wen Jiu, looking shocked. "You don't even need to go to the company anymore?"
"Singles still need to be recorded in a professional studio," Shen Huaian said. "But for regular stage performances, the music teacher will come by himself."
Wen Jiu:... Dude, don't exaggerate.
Wen Jiu was unaware that Feng Chi had secretly prepared a special room for him to write songs and practice dances; at this moment, his eyes were glued to the drum set.
Shen Huaian: "Do you want to give it a try?"
"Okay, okay!" Wen Jiu nodded quickly, then hesitated, "But I haven't learned how, will I break it?"
"Don't be afraid!" Shen Huaian patted his chest, "I'll teach you!"
Shen Qianshan invited Feng Chi to sit down, then went to pour him some water. Feng Chi cut to the chase, saying, "I heard you seem to have run into a little trouble lately."
"Oh?" Shen Qianshan handed him the cup. "You found out again?"
Feng Chi: "Where is Feng Yuan?"
Shen Qianshan: "..."
A buzzing sound came from the headphones. After a brief silence, the man's deep voice said, "It's with me."
Her fingertips suddenly dug into the cushion, Feng Yuan's red lips curled slightly, and murderous intent gradually filled her eyes.
"But I can't give him to you. Ask me if you need anything."
Feng Yuan loosened his grip, casually patted the pillow, and reluctantly offered a few words of affection.
Disobedient dogs deserve to die.
But if the dog is very well-behaved, that's a different story.
"I'm tracking down someone." Feng Chi looked at him calmly. "Now I have ample reason to suspect that Feng Yuan and that person have a close relationship."
Shen Qianshan's brows furrowed tightly.
Feng Chi: "I want to see him."