"Yes." Yu Qing closed the door and pulled him over to sit at the foot of the bed. "Do you know about President Feng's family situation?"
Wen Jiu shook his head. "Before I transmigrated here, I hadn't even finished one chapter of this novel."
"...That's not what I meant." Yu Qing considered it, then rephrased the question to follow Wen Jiu's train of thought. "What kind of person do you think President Feng is?"
"Hmm..." After a little thought, Wen Jiu offered his assessment. "A little delicate."
Yu Qing: ?
Even Shen Yu, who was reading at the head of the bed, couldn't help looking over at that.
"He's actually really capable, outstanding in every way, but he's too soft. Never mind anything else-just during the livestream earlier, he was clearly trying to stand up for me out of kindness, yet he still had to watch my expression."
Wen Jiu couldn't help frowning as he asked Yu Qing, "How can he go on like that?"
Yu Qing said, "...Is it possible that President Feng was being considerate of your feelings?"
"Huh?" Wen Jiu finally caught on. "I guess that's true."
"Anything besides being delicate?" Yu Qing tried to hint as tactfully as possible. "Like being a little extreme sometimes."
"No, not really."
Except... at those times, he could, could be a little fierce.
Wen Jiu lowered his head, his face silently burning red.
Yu Qing exchanged a glance with Shen Yu and decided to say it directly after all.
"President Feng's parents died in a car accident during their generation's struggle for power. President Feng was still in school then, and control of the family fell into his uncle's branch."
"President Feng secretly laid his plans for years. After returning from studying abroad, he began moving against his uncle's faction. As outsiders, we have no way of knowing the dangers involved."
"In any case, the final result was that President Feng successfully seized power, and his uncle died."
After finishing, Yu Qing added, "In a car accident."
The look in Wen Jiu's eyes shifted slightly.
Yu Qing continued, "Also, has President Feng told you about what happened to the Li Family this time?"
Wen Jiu shook his head. He had asked, but Feng Chi hadn't told him.
Yu Qing sighed. "Li Peiqi rushed back in the afternoon. By then, every company under Li had already gone under.
"And when A-Yu and I tried looking into things that evening, we found that there was no information whatsoever about the Li Family, or even Li Peiqi himself."
"N-no information?"
"Right. Maybe we don't have enough clearance to access the inside information." Yu Qing shrugged. "Or maybe the whole family moved overseas. Who knows?"
Wen Jiu instinctively relaxed a little.
"We're not telling you all this to drive a wedge between you. On the contrary, I hope you can prepare yourself beforehand, then try to accept this side of him-
"We suspect President Feng might be afraid of you finding out, so he won't tell you any of this."
"Don't be afraid of him because of this," Yu Qing said. "President Feng just cares about you too much, so when it comes to you, he always feels that no amount of care and caution is enough."
Wen Jiu's heart ached and swelled. "Feng Chi... is afraid of me finding out?"
But he's a big shot. Why would he be afraid of me?
Yu Qing's smile was very gentle. "Yes. He loves you very much, doesn't he?"
Wen Jiu pressed his lips together. Over the past two days, he had indeed felt it very clearly.
Before, Wen Jiu had thought Feng Chi hadn't gone public because he found Wen Jiu's identity embarrassing, but over these past two days, Feng Chi had been so blatant in both word and deed, whether there were cameras around or not, as though he could flirt someone to death without taking responsibility.
No wonder the shipping fans were going wild. As the person involved, he really was... having a little trouble taking it himself.
Just thinking about it made Wen Jiu's cheeks grow warm again. He kept his head lowered, not daring to meet Yu Qing's eyes, and mumbled, "He, he does seem to l-like me."
Yu Qing couldn't hold back a laugh. Hearing it, Wen Jiu flushed even redder.
Wh-what are you laughing at...?
Seeing that Wen Jiu showed no resistance even after learning the truth, both of them felt reassured.
Yu Qing patted Wen Xiaojiu's shoulder and said with a smile, "Whether it's liking or love, well, go upstairs and take your time finding out."
"Come on, I'll see you out."
What did he mean, go upstairs and take his time finding out?
Since when had Yu Qing started talking so indecently too?
Wen Jiu held the peach blossom pastries in both arms, even his neck burning hot.
In a daze, he found himself standing outside the bedroom door.
For the first time, Wen Xiaojiu didn't know how to face Feng Chi.
After hesitating outside for several minutes, Wen Jiu finally took a deep breath and summoned the courage to knock.
Before his hand even touched it, the door opened from inside.
The man had just showered and was still damp all over.
He seemed not to have had time to dress yet, with only a bath towel wrapped around him, every line of his muscles displayed before Wen Xiaojiu, still radiating heat.
Wen Xiaojiu stumbled a step and instinctively swallowed.
Feng Chi held the door handle with one hand and raised an eyebrow at him.
Wen Jiu was still wearing the white T-shirt and overalls from earlier that day, holding two boxes of peach blossom pastries in both arms. His adorably blank expression made him look like a well-behaved model student who had wandered into an adults' drinking party.
The good little student seemed startled, his face faintly flushed, his head lowered as his flustered gaze searched for somewhere to settle.
Feng Chi chuckled, the wicked impulses in his heart stirring once more.
Role-playing and all that... Feng Chi secretly ground his teeth. It really was fucking addictive.
"Hey." The man wore a flippant expression, like some cigarette-smoking thug who had happened upon a meek model student passing through an alley. "This is a robbery."
Wen Jiu froze, taking a moment to process what he had said. "A r-robbery?"
"That's right. That's my room in there. If you want to come in, you have to pay a price."
Feng Chi bent down and leaned closer, his gaze settling on Wen Jiu's lips, his tone laden with undisguised suggestion.
"I'm hungry."
Wen Jiu: !!!
Wen Jiu instinctively clutched the peach blossom pastries tighter and looked up at him in astonishment. "I'm hungry too!"
Even though you like me, and it's not as if I don't feel anything for you either, b-but...
Wen Jiu swallowed, thinking nervously, But these are the peach blossom pastries Yu Qing saved for me!
Won't you even leave me this last chance to eat something all by myself?
"Can I share with you next time?"
Besides, you're a big shot. Do big shots eat sweets too?
Even with his flirting interrupted, Big Shot Feng showed no displeasure at all.
"What do you think?"
Wen Jiu said, "I think that sounds perfectly...?!"
Before he could finish, the man caught him off guard and yanked him into the room, slamming the door shut and locking it.
He was forced back step after step, stumbling onto the big bed, and then-
A damp kiss pressed down forcefully.