Shen Qianshan is the oldest among them, already 34 years old.
When the Shen Family suffered a misfortune, He Qinglan was pregnant with Shen Huaian, and gradually the burden of the company fell on Shen Qianshan, who was still in school.
Shen Qianshan was forced to grow up rapidly, and even had to take a break from school for several years because of it.
He was considerably older than Feng Chi Lin Changfeng, and even less so compared to younger people like Wen Jiu and Shen Huaian.
Shen Qianshan once suspected that Feng Yuan liked Wen Jiu because he was young, energetic, and vibrant.
Now, Feng Yuan is actually complaining about how old he is in front of Wen Jiu!
President Shen very unhappy.
The displeased President Shen needs to prove himself through his actions.
Feng Yuan laughed uncontrollably, and was pushed down by him until the tablet was pressed under his legs.
"You can't deny you're getting old, Captain Shen."
Feng Yuan dodged his advances with practiced ease, her thin lips brushing against the man's Adam's apple and earlobe, igniting a frenzied passion.
He teased, "What's wrong with calling someone an old man? I like men like you."
Shen Qianshan's breath hitched.
"Hahaha... Stop fooling around, we're watching a live stream... Shen Qianshan!"
Feng Yuan quickly pressed down on the large wolfhound's hand, panting slightly, his eyes a little red. "Be good."
Shen Qianshan pursed his lips, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
The warm, gentle hand remained dangerously still on his lower abdomen, showing no intention of moving away.
Feng Yuan patted his face. "Bear with it."
Shen Qianshan: "..."
Feng Yuan paused for a moment, then rewarded him with a kiss on the Adam's apple. "I'll give it to you later."
Shen Qianshan gritted his teeth. "What's so good about young, handsome men...?"
Feng Yuan glanced at him, suppressing a laugh, "Alright, An'an is still a 'young hunk,' can't he still take them down with one punch?"
The domineering CEO, obsessed with his younger brother, fell silent.
There are many ways Feng Yuan make someone jealous, but they also like to stir things up, then leave the person hanging.
Shen Qianshan couldn't argue with him; for the sake of benefits, he had to go along with Feng Yuan's wishes in everything.
--Even though in the end, it is Feng Yuan himself who suffers.
The fighting has subsided slightly, and the live broadcast has already begun.
Feng Yuan took the tablet and patted Shen Qianshan's hand as if giving a command. The latter restrained himself, adjusted his breathing, and obediently held Shen Qianshan in his arms, leaning against the headboard to act as a human support.
The comments section was scrolling rapidly. Feng Yuan glanced at the comments and smiled.
What's wrong with Xiaojiu's fans?
"No wonder he dislikes live streaming so much." Feng Yuan pointed to the comments section and showed them to him, "The speed of these comments is off the charts!"
Shen Qianshan lowered his head upon hearing this.
[Honey, I miss you so much! Hurry up and give me Chaochao!]
[Honey, did you just have sex? Are those teeth marks on your neck from Mr. President Feng? Quick, send me the video!]
Shen Qianshan: "..."
"No swaying, no driving!" Wen Jiu was terrified of these crazy fans. "Tonight, let's be normal and just sing properly!"
Judging from the background of the live stream, Wen Jiu should be on the sofa in the living room, wearing a new white shirt, with her hair freshly washed, soft and fluffy, looking especially cuddly.
Clean, refreshing, and full of energy.
Cute without realizing it.
"People like that easily attract perverts," Feng Yuan commented. "Like Feng Dog, who keeps swaying around in the background looking for attention."
Shen Qianshan pinched the waist of the person in his arms, eliciting a gasp in surprise, and finally the person shut down.
As they were talking, Feng Chi had already come over and set up the microphone for his wife, and even suggested that they go to the piano room next door to do a live broadcast.
Wen Jiu: "Let's see what songs the fans request. If you want to listen, go in."
Feng Chi nodded and sat down beside him with a natural expression.
[Hahaha, I knew President Feng couldn't resist!]
[ Feng Doggy: You think I can't even get into my wife's live stream? Humph!]
[Request a song! Request a song! I want to hear my wife play the piano!]
[Play "Majestic and Magnificent," cough, my wife can play the piano for me (shyly)]
[Is it okay? If so, I'd like to hear "Itch," my wife would love to sing it!]
[Can I order this? Ahem, if that's the case, I'd like to hear my wife sing "Toxic" (shy) – it would be so sexy!]
[Speaking of which, I have to pull out my most treasured book, "SM Entertainment" (face turns yellow)]
[Wow, my wife's rendition of "Touch Me" is really charming! It's perfect that President Feng next to us, so my wife can sing and act at the same time. [Hiss][Hiss][Hiss]]
[Holy crap, you can do that?! Here's the script! You host!]
[Ahem, now that I'm talking about this, I'm wide awake! I have a small request: when you sing "Majestic and Grand," could you sing the intro, interlude, and accompaniment all at once? I mean, that sound (shyly)]
[And "SM" is so good, please!]
[You bunch of perverts are killing me! So, can I have you as a wife? I'm recording this~]
[I tripped over your pants as soon as I walked in. You guys are all devils, aren't you? Damn, my nose is bleeding!]
[Every time my wife goes live, I'm afraid the stream will get banned, hahaha]
Wen Jiu: "..."
Wen Jiu blushed and gritted her teeth as she scolded, "Put your pants on! Behave yourself!"
Although I haven't heard all of them, I know from just a few that this Qingzhengmei live stream room shouldn't be broadcasting them!
These fans are absolutely outrageous!!
Feng Yuan:?
Is there anything wrong with these songs?
Feng Yuan, who was blocked from view by a group of perverts, was curious this time because it truly touched on a blind spot in his knowledge. "Why does it feel like Xiaojiu is being teased?"
Shen Qianshan, who had also never heard of this place, sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. "I don't know."
"No problem." Feng Yuan reached for his phone. "We'll find out with a quick check."
Shen Qianshan rested his chin on Feng Yuan's shoulder and looked down.
A few minutes later--
"..."
"..."
"Ahem." Feng Yuan casually tapped "favorite," covered his phone, and said, "Watch the live stream."
President Shen was severely shaken; his ears turned bright red, and the hands around his waist tightened.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose.
Just then, Feng Chi's puzzled voice rang out, asking Wen Jiu and the fans, "Why aren't you singing? Can't we sing these songs?"
Wen Jiu bit her lip, her eyes reddening. "I won't sing! Choose something else!"
"If you don't improve soon, I'm going to end the stream!"
Comment: [Wife, no!]
Wen Jiu: "..."
Suddenly, her chin was grabbed.
Feng Chi gently turned his wife around, kissed her burning cheek in front of the live stream viewers, and whispered, "After the broadcast, will you sing for me?"
Wen Jiu, filled with shame and indignation, retorted, "Are you really that clueless, or are you pretending?!"
If he sings it, will he even be able to get up tomorrow to record the show?!
"I really didn't know that; I only listen to your songs normally."
Feng Chi looked innocent, and upon closer inspection, even a little aggrieved—he'd been scolded by his wife. "I just want something they don't have."
"They can't listen, but I can."
While fans were enjoying the sweet moments, taking screenshots, recording videos, and sending comments criticizing the Feng Little Goblin" for being inhumane, they were also pitifully begging their "wife" to sing just one song.
Feng Yuan covered her face; she simply couldn't bear to look.
After realizing she had misunderstood Feng Chi, Wen Jiu's voice softened considerably, but her expression remained one of shame and indignation as she struggled, "No, I can't."
Feng Chi kissed him again, then took a step back and asked, "How about playing it for me?"
If time could be reversed, Wen Jiu would definitely travel back to an hour ago and cover her mouth to make sure she didn't agree!
After his bizarre move of using erotic novel passages as background music, Feng Chi has now evolved to using censored songs as background music!
Soon enough, I'll definitely get him to sing it!!
Unfortunately, the lessons learned from the past failed to serve as a guide for Wen Xiaojiu.
"Just listen for a moment." Wen Jiu easily fell into the wolf's den, emphasizing in a low voice, "No other requests."
" Feng Chi's level is too high, Xiaojiu can't handle it," Feng Yuan said indignantly. "What a pity."
"What's a pity?" Shen Qianshan rubbed his ear, his voice hoarse.
"..." Feng Yuan turned around, both amused and exasperated, and asked, "Why are you always jealous of Xiaojiu? I love you so much."
Shen Qianshan's tone remained unchanged. "How much do you love me?"
Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow, her fingertips hooking around his collar, and suddenly tugged.
Shen Qianshan lowered his head accordingly.
Her red lips pressed mischievously against his tightly pursed lips, teasing him with endless tenderness, but she wouldn't kiss him.
The words I spoke were like tongues of fire, burning from my skin to my heart, scorching hot—
"If I didn't love you, would I have kept you waiting so long?"