My memories of that night are somewhat hazy.
Feng Yuan wasn't sure if he had watched the whole of Wen Jiu's live stream, or if Wen Jiu hadn't been streaming for very long.
Later, when I watched the playback, I became even more certain of my thoughts.
The cat was carried back to its den by a dog.
Feng Yuan still finds the last ten minutes or so after the live stream ended interesting.
The reason was that fans felt sorry for Wen Jiu was tired from singing, and wanted to ask bystanders to lend a hand.
Wen Jiu: "Hmm?"
Fans encouraged. "[Read aloud, do a live recitation, you and President Feng each get half!]"
Wen Jiu, on high alert, bristled. "What book?"
"Let me tell you, don't bring up anything irrelevant, or I'll fight you to the death!"
The pregnancy story is a dark history, a disgrace that even the superstar Wen Xiaojiu dreams of erasing. Its sensitivity even far surpasses that of her seven years in the industry when she was completely unknown.
The fans, of course, knew this, and deliberately avoided mentioning the explosive charge.
[Honey, trust us! This is non-fiction, not fiction or anything weird.]
[Yes! Documentary literature!]
[A documentary piece more real than gold, incredibly realistic!]
Wen Jiu narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
[Sob, I never thought my wife would distrust us like this, there's no love left.]
[I still remember back then, I voted for you, spent money on you, and even fought against your haters... Through thick and thin, I practically treated you like my wife, and you still hurt me like this, sob sob, I won't be able to sleep tonight]
[Wife, if you don't read it, I'll cry my eyes out!]
The fans spoke with such sincerity, even mimicking Feng Chi's behavior, putting on such a pitiful act.
Wen Jiu shuddered, breaking out in goosebumps. "... Be normal!"
Feng Chi turned his head away, suppressing a laugh.
Wen Jiu finally agreed and clicked on the article link sent by a fan. The next moment, Feng Yuan was drawn to the bold black title—
Lasting fanfiction. "Night After Night: The Boss Always Has designs on me"
Wen Jiu: "..."
Feng Yuan sipped water. "Pfft!"
Shen Qianshan, who was cooking in the kitchen, came out with a spatula in his hand. "What's wrong?"
"Cough cough cough... It's nothing, it's nothing." Feng Yuan pushed the person back, suppressing a laugh, "Go make your meal."
Shen Qianshan was puzzled. He glanced at the tablet, assuming the man had watched a funny video, and said, "Don't watch that while you're drinking water."
Wen Jiu's frustrated expression in the Feng Yuan stream, Feng Yuan laughed so hard he almost fell over. He simply kicked off his slippers, grabbed a cushion, and curled up barefoot on the sofa to watch.
This is truly documentary literature, hahaha!
Feng Yuan learned about the term "fan fiction" while checking in daily on the super topic. Several big fans in the super topic produced fan fiction every day, and he liked the plots they wrote. He read them almost every day.
At first, Shen Qianshan was not satisfied and felt neglected, so he didn't have a good attitude for several days.
Feng Yuan mysteriously pulled him over to use as a cushion, saying, "Look."
After reading it, Shen Qianshan's expression changed from gloomy to sunny.
They also have a super topic (online community platform).
The couple's names are Qianyuan (Qian Yuan), which can be summarized as. "A thousand-mile marriage is tied by a single thread."
Shen Qianshan was taken aback, but seeing the light in Feng Yuan's eyes, he smiled too.
Feng Yuan likes it.
He was delighted.
"It's probably from that dating reality show before, and he also appeared at Xiaojiu's awards ceremony and concert. He must have been caught on camera." Shen Qianshan patted Feng Yuan's head and said with a smile, "Netizens think we're a good match."
Given their sensitive identities, they shouldn't have been exposed to the camera. However, only a few people knew Shen Qianshan's identity, and even Shen Huaian would tactfully refrain from asking questions during missions. When the manager noticed that her artist had too many bodyguards, she initially asked a few questions, but Shen Huaian only said it was a business war.
Feng Yuan was not afraid at all.
Regardless of whether the newcomer could defeat him, everyone who knew his name or had ever seen him, except for K, was dead.
The Shen Family was no ordinary family, and even if they wanted revenge, those people wouldn't dare to come.
Feng Yuan watched the live stream while lying on a cushion, and then started looking at Wen Jiu's promotional materials.
Then a man's voice rang out from above. "Dinner's ready."
Feng Yuan yawned lazily and rubbed his eyes. "Oh."
Shen Qianshan picked up the slippers and was about to put them on Feng Yuan's feet Feng Yuan's eyes curved slightly. Through the black and white striped apron, he gently touched Feng Yuan's lower abdomen.
Shen Qianshan looked down at him.
Feng Yuan's toes were rounded, her nails were freshly trimmed and had a faint pink tint, and the tops of her feet were bright white and beautiful, with blue veins visible when she tensed them.
After taking a shower this morning, Feng Yuan lay on the bed like this, wearing only a white bathrobe. His bare feet stretched out and rested on his abs, quickly soaking his clothes.
He even held her and personally trimmed her nails.
Shen Qianshan's breathing became heavy.
"Stop fooling around," Shen Qianshan said, his voice hoarse and restrained. "Too frequent isn't good."
During this period, they were practically messing around every day. Feng Yuan wasn't idle at the company either; despite being so physically sensitive, she still dared to tease him day and night.
Shen Qianshan couldn't resist, and the slightest provocation ignited his passion.
"Just hold back, won't you?" Feng Yuan blinked and teased, "I just like your body, so what, you won't let me touch you?"
Shen Qianshan gripped his ankle with one hand, gritting her teeth. "Give it to me."
Feng Yuan laughed unrestrainedly.
"This apron is nicely designed, but the color is a bit dark." Feng Yuan bent her knees and hooked her toes around it. "Next time, I'll get a cuter one."
Shen Qianshan closed his eyes. This wasn't the first time he'd worn this apron, but Feng Yuan hadn't said anything the previous times. The fact that Feng Yuan brought it up this time meant he must be thinking of something troublesome again.
"Have a meal."
"Why don't you say so first?" Feng Yuan chuckled. "If you agree, I'll let you eat it--"
"Eat me."
Shen Qianshan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with an intensely strong desire.
Feng Yuan was piqued by his reaction. She pressed her foot down on his lower abdomen and commanded in a harsh voice, "I want you to be naked."
Shen Qianshan got up and moved closer, pressing his legs down and pinning him beneath him, his voice hoarse.
Aren't you afraid of going too far with your flirting?
"What?" Feng Yuan lifted his eyelids. "You won't let me see?"
Shen Qianshan: "Here."
Feng Yuan chuckled smugly, patted his hard abs, and said, "Good boy."
As he was being forced to kiss her, Feng Yuan finally voiced the question he had asked the night before, "Now... do you know how much I like you?"
The last shred of Shen Qianshan's rationality was being burned away by the person in front of him.
Those eyes were a unique blood red, now tinged with intense lust, alluring and captivating, radiating a dazzling beauty and a sinister allure.
With just one glance, Shen Qianshan felt a sharp pain in his chest, wishing he could swallow a person whole!
But Feng Yuan wouldn't let him have his way. She grabbed his collar and made him look closely, demanding, "Answer me, how much I like you."
Shen Qianshan took a deep breath and looked into those eyes full of possessiveness and mad love. It was as if a bullet had hit his heart, and from that moment on, the world was completely stained with the color of his eyes by this person.
Vibrant, flamboyant.
Unique and addictive.
"You like me, you only like me." Shen Qianshan repeated this to him over and over again. Although she was talking about Feng Yuan, it was as if she was pouring out the love that was too full in her chest to be expressed.
I'm absolutely madly in love with it.
Feng Yuan raised her hand, and her wide, thick silk robe slid down, revealing her slender, fair arms covered with alluring marks, like plum blossoms adorning the snow.
He gently embraced his lover, his warm breath tickling her. At the same time, Shen Qianshan's breathing stimulated the skin on his shoulders and neck, quickly spreading through his sensitive nerves, causing his body to become increasingly excited and hot.
When no one was around, his eyes burned brightly, and his love poured out without any concealment.
But deeper still, there seems to be an unknown darkness, concealing the true self.
"Then let's go crazy together."
With a smile playing on her lips, Feng Yuan lifted his chin and whispered seductively, "*Me."
-
I recall a quote I once saw online--
"He has walked through countless years, stumbling and struggling, yet he seems to still love this world that has left him covered in dust."
This perfectly describes the Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan for the light, and thus walked alone through the darkness, learning to disguise himself.
But deep down, he still harbors a ferocious nature.
Ten years. No one knows what he went through in those ten years. In fact, it could be said that he spent more than ten years in the dark.
He was lucky. He had his mother when he was young, Shen Junyao when he was in life and death, and later He Qinglan, Shen Henian, Shen Qianshan, Wen Jiu... His life was never lacking in light.
At the same time, he was also unfortunate. He was surrounded by indifference, yet his heart could not be warm. Countless people tried to pull him back from the brink of hell. The ending was beautiful, but not perfect.
My writing skills are not yet sufficient to fully capture the complexity of this character. Due to various reasons, the final part of the main text—the battle scene—was not well-written and has many flaws.
By the time I realized this, it was too late to adjust, so I could only compensate by focusing on emotional descriptions to make up for some of the shortcomings.
We sincerely apologize to our readers who love them.
(Partly due to being too busy with real-life matters and not having the energy, and partly due to not having an outline. I've learned my lesson and will develop the habit of writing outlines and detailed outlines in the future.)
I originally wanted to make the side story more realistic, for example, that Feng Yuan was learning to adapt to his current life and would experience PTSD, and that the process wasn't as easy and simple as I wrote.
People from above will be sent to observe and record his life to confirm that he is indeed not in danger... etc.
But thinking about it, I decided against it; things have already been tough enough.
Fortunately, this book should pass muster from the perspective of a sweet romance novel, and everyone has been very understanding of me. Thank you for not giving up.
If I have the opportunity, I will consider writing a second book, presenting the story of Feng Yuan and Shen Qianshan from the protagonist's perspective.
The tycoon's secluded life after marriage?
If it were written from this point in time, it would probably be a story about two powerful characters with multiple identities, offering a satisfying experience.
Hmm, not sure, let me think about it.
Grateful, I bow.