Wen Jiu suddenly opened her eyes wide, sat up excitedly, but bumped into Feng Chi in her haste and fell back down.
"Hiss..."
"Oh, sorry, sorry!" Wen Jiu moved himself out of the way, cupped his wife's face in his hands, and blew on it. "You continue, you continue!"
" Feng Yuan is also a soldier?!"
It doesn't look quite like it.
"Wait a minute, since they're from the same school, one ranked first and the other second, they must have played against each other." Wen Jiu sensed something was wrong. "Why would Shen Qianshan kick someone out?"
"I'm guessing, that blockhead Shen Qianshan probably didn't recognize him."
Feng Chi also sat up, clinging to the person in his arms, "After all, it's been too long; their appearance and demeanor have changed a lot."
" Feng Yuan dropped out of school in his first year—at that time, he used his real name, Song Shijun. He was handsome, rebellious, accidentally killed someone, and after completely severing ties with the Feng Family, he left."
"In those eight years, he only came back once, on Old Master Feng Feng's birthday."
Wen Jiu understood. Feng Yuan was very likely chosen to infiltrate the enemy camp. He felt uneasy, and his voice became somewhat muffled. "You said before that he was Feng Qin's adopted son, but the father-son relationship was practically nonexistent."
"Yes, actually, Grandpa brought him back and registered him under Feng Qin's name. But you've met Feng Qin; he's not bad, but he's not exactly good either. At first, he looked down on him, but later he became afraid of him."
"No one knows what he went through in those eight years, and I can't find out either," Feng Chi said. "But the information I just revealed, Gu Xun should already know."
"Therefore, I suspect that there must be another reason why Gu Xun kept him around— Gu Xun was certain that he could not return to a normal life."
" Feng Yuan must really want a home," Wen Jiu said softly.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have valued Old Master Feng so much.
But neither the old man nor the Feng Family.
That bullshit organization is even less likely.
" Feng Chi." Wen Jiu looked up at him. "I think I know why Feng Yuan fell for Shen Qianshan."
Feng Chi was silent for a moment, then leaned down and kissed his forehead. "They'll be alright."
"Hmm." Wen Jiu was still a little downcast. "No matter what happened in the past, as long as there is hope, we cannot give up."
Moreover, Shen Qianshan, unaware of the full story, still chose to accept him, attempting to reform him in his own way.
Wen Jiu silently thought to herself: Feng Yuan, you must not give up on yourself either.
"It's okay, don't be sad." She hooked the necklace from his collar with her fingertips, slipped the ring onto her left ring finger, Feng Chi seriously, "I also have something to tell you."
Wen Jiu's heart skipped a beat. "W-what's wrong?"
Feng Chi bowed his head, then raised it again.
Wen Jiu nervously followed his gaze. "..."
My ears started to burn.
Wen Jiu: "... Just say you're trying to scare me to death."
Feng Chi chuckled, picked up the person, rolled onto the bed, and let him lie on top of him.
She grabbed his hand and slipped it under his shirt, placing it on his abs.
She looked up at him, her smile both alluring and seductive, "I'm waiting for you to make me cry with your kiss."
Wen Jiu choked, struggled internally for a long time, and then leaned over and clumsily pried open her teeth.
Taking the initiative is still too much of a shy thing to do.
Wen Jiu doesn't have that kind of thick skin.
They kissed and touched, but in the end, the kiss made them cry.
She clung to him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Seal, Feng Chi..."
The man's breathing became heavier, as if he had reached his limit, and his voice was deep. "What?"
"Ugh..." Wen Jiu stammered for a long time, then said in despair, "I can't..."
Feng Chi chuckled softly again.
He gently rubbed the back of Wen Jiu's neck with one hand, as if soothing a cat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then I'll teach you."
Wen Jiu didn't understand why he still needed to be taught. Usually, Feng Chi would have pounced on him by this time, but today, even after he had said so much, the other party still wouldn't let him go.
Waaaaah, he doesn't want to take the initiative anymore!
Wen Jiu was crying inside, and tears were falling in a steady stream, but the man showed no pity. He grabbed Wen Jiu by the back of the neck and lifted him down like a cat.
Her peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, Wen Jiu sobbed, her tears falling even more fiercely.
To make matters worse, a man's hoarse, seductive voice kept coming from above, one word after another, Wen Jiu to the brink of collapse!
"Look." After it was over, Wen Jiu could still hear the man's harsh, low breathing, his voice hoarse and irritating as he whispered in her ear, "Didn't you make her cry from that kiss?"
Wen Jiu bit him in despair, leaving a deep, wet mark on his collarbone.
Gritting his teeth, he cursed in shame and indignation, "... Bastard!"
"Sweetie, be good," Feng Chi coaxed softly. "At worst, I'll just give it back to you."
"Aaaaaah, stop talking!" Wen Jiu covered his mouth, her eyes red as she scolded, "Are you still going to do it or not?"
Feng Chi lowered his eyelashes and blinked innocently.
Wen Jiu was practically going crazy. Where did this person learn so many tricks? Each one was more torturous than the last!
"Fine, don't do it then!" Wen Jiu stood up angrily, but before his feet even touched the ground, he was pulled back by the waist. He turned around to curse, but was then grabbed by the chin and kissed back.
When the two embraced tightly, Wen Jiu actually felt a sense of relief.
My mind is foggy and blank.
The next morning, Feng Chi got dressed, washed up, and went to the bedside. He gently touched the boy's forehead; it was cool and refreshing, no fever.
He bent down and gave it a light kiss, then grabbed his coat and left silently.
Half an hour later, the Xu Family welcomed an important guest.
Xu Mingzhuo sat on the sofa wearing only pajamas, the robe wide open, revealing his firm, handsome muscles covered in bite marks.
Feng Chi: "..."
" Cai Qing?"
Xu Mingzhuo ran his fingers through his slightly stiff black hair, revealing a sharp and well-defined physique.
"He's inside." Xu Mingzhuo paused slightly, then added, "He's not awake yet."
Feng Chi raised an eyebrow slightly, slowly sipped his tea, and said, "That's my style."
"No, President Feng, why are you here so early in the morning instead of sleeping with your wife?"
Xu Mingzhuo truly couldn't understand why he had to get up early to greet his superior during the Chinese New Year. Was that reasonable?
Is this even acceptable?!
Doesn't your conscience hurt, Feng Chi???
Feng Chi glanced at him indifferently, his voice cold and laced with obvious smugness. "My wife won't wake up for a while; she can catch up on her sleep when we get back."
Xu Mingzhuo took a deep breath. "Then you looked for me..."
Feng Chi gently tapped the table with his knuckles. Xu Mingzhuo looked over at the sound, and his gaze fell into deep thought when it landed on the small chip and the unidentified black box on the table.