The bathroom was filled with steam. The man tilted his head back, letting the warm water meander over his Adam's apple, which was covered in bite marks, and slowly slide into his collarbone, which was covered in red marks.
Feng Chi raised his hand to ruffle his damp black hair, his dark eyes gazing quietly at himself in the mirror.
Its texture is firm and beautiful, covered with snow-white plum blossoms, exuding a cool and alluring charm.
Recalling the scene of the boy, furious, whimpering as he lunged at her to bite her, a satisfied smile curled at the corners of his thin lips.
It seems this uninteresting exterior still serves some purpose.
He casually wiped the mirror with his hand, and the reflection distorted for a moment before gradually blurring.
Feng Chi wrapped himself in a bathrobe, slipped on soft slippers, and walked out of the bathroom. He stood by the bed and quietly watched Wen Jiu's peaceful sleeping face.
The boy looked refreshed, with a lingering blush on his delicate cheeks. His fingers, adorned with a wedding ring, tightly gripped the small Feng Chi doll as he nestled in the soft blankets.
She was dreaming about something, her slightly swollen red lips smacking as she mumbled indistinctly.
What was I thinking just now? Feng Chi chuckled softly, leaned down and kissed Wen Jiu's smooth forehead, thinking to himself: You like me, and it's not just because of my looks.
The tenderness that follows the beauty is all the more precious.
It was fine before they touched each other, but after the kiss, Feng Chi seemed to be suffering from a skin hunger disorder. He braced his hands on the bed and couldn't help but cover his entire body with hers.
Thin lips lingered greedily over the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and the thin lips.
Every touch was thrilling and arousing, but the boy remained soundly asleep, completely unaware of it.
Feng Chi's gaze swept over Wen Jiu's peaceful sleeping face. His cold and aloof expression was gone, as if all the snow of an entire winter had melted into his eyes.
The itching on her face became more and more obvious. Wen Jiu frowned, rubbed her pillow in dissatisfaction, and turned her back to sleep while holding Xiao Feng Chi.
Feng Chi Chi's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. He felt somewhat embarrassed about his lewd behavior just now. He quietly tucked the blanket in and took his phone to leave.
"Boss, we've caught him." Cai Qing's voice came through the receiver as the call connected. "The person behind it is Feng Qin."
Feng Chi stood with his back to the wall, his posture languid and upright, the white light casting a cool shadow on the wall.
"He's trying to use A-Jiu to blackmail me into negotiating terms."
"Yes," Cai Qing said cautiously, "After the banquet, you cut off their source of income, which pushed those people to their limit."
Feng Chi curled his lips into a cool, nonchalant smile, "Then let's cut ties cleanly."
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Upon receiving the message from his subordinates, Feng Qin, suppressing his anger, made his way down the escalator. As soon as he reached the bottom, he saw his son sprawled on the sofa, playing on his phone.
What are you doing there? Have you finished your homework?
Feng Qin stared at the blank notebook on the coffee table and couldn't help but curse, "All you do is play on your phone all day! How could I have given birth to such a useless person like you!"
The ten-year-old boy pouted. He had just finished patrolling the Lasting CP" super topic and casually saved a few pictures of his wife's beauty.
"Someone has to be the useless one, why can't it be me, Feng Qian?"
Feng Qin: "... You!"
Before his father could unleash his incompetent rage, Feng Qian grabbed his homework from the coffee table and slipped away from the other side, making a face at him as he left.
Feng Qin was so angry he gritted his teeth.
Just then, the roar of a motorcycle came from outside the courtyard, and then a tall, slender figure appeared against the Against the Light at the entrance.
As the person approached, she realized it was her adopted son, whom she hadn't seen for years.
Feng Qin said irritably, "So you've finally decided to come back?"
Feng Yuan was dressed in all black, with her silver hair tied in a loose ponytail on her left shoulder. She was nonchalant and aloof, and didn't even glance at him when she entered.
"I've come to pick up something."
Feng Qin stepped aside to let Feng Yuan go upstairs, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the silver spear at his lower back. His eyes were downcast and gloomy.
As everyone left, he finally spoke, " Feng Yuan."
Feng Yuan paused slightly in his steps.
"I've raised you for so many years, and I never expected anything from you, but now I'm in deep trouble and need your help to kidnap someone," Feng Qin said shamelessly. "As long as you help, it'll definitely work!"
"You want me to help?" Feng Yuan to the side, coldly surveying him from head to toe. "Can you afford to?"
Feng Qin choked.
Wasn't he clear enough?
If Feng Qin could afford such a capable person, why would he hire that Gou Ba?
He didn't know which organization Feng Yuan belonged to, nor could he find out his code name, but he had asked Old Master Feng about it before, and the old man only gave him a warning at the time.
"That kid A-Yuan is not someone you can mess with. I advise you to give up on him, or you won't even know how you died."
The old man's meaning was that he wouldn't care what happened, and his attitude was clearly biased towards Feng Yuan.
Feng Qin dared not disbelieve.
Clearly, with Feng Yuan's power, binding someone would be a piece of cake.
Feng Qin thought that since he had the status of an adoptive father, Feng Yuan would at least give him some face and help him out, but who knew that this madman would not show any mercy at all.
How much?
Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly. "It depends on who's being tied up."
It seems there's a chance! Feng Qin's eyes lit up, and he immediately closed the door and invited the man to sit on the sofa. After looking around and not finding anyone else, he gestured for him to come closer and listen.
Feng Yuan, suppressing her nausea as she leaned closer, and heard the man whisper, " Wen Jiu."
Feng Yuan raised her eyes, her gaze seemingly falling on the corner of the second floor, a cold and mocking smile curving her red lips.
He raised his voice and said, " Wen Jiu?"
Feng Qin hurriedly stopped him, saying urgently, "Don't say it! The walls may be overheard!"
"I'm sorry." Feng Yuan raised his hand, his politeness impeccable. "I was just a little surprised."
"I never expected you to dare touch Feng Chi's people."
"I..." Feng Qin said in a low voice, "What can I do?!"
"All my shares have been taken back by his people, and the old man doesn't care. What can I do?" Feng Qin's eyes reddened. "Besides, it was Feng Yan who made me do this. Now, only he can get a share. Feng Chi left him a little something out of respect for the old man."
"I had no choice but to listen to him!"
Feng Yuan idly twirled the silver lighter in his hand, listening quietly with cold brows. Feng Qin was rather dim-witted; Feng Yuan only asked one question, and he spilled everything like beans.
"That's the gist of it. I know he's one of Feng Chi's men, and I didn't intend to hurt him."
"Oh?" Feng Yuan clapped symbolically. This was probably the first time in over a decade that father and son had sat facing each other in such a harmonious atmosphere. "Then good luck."
"I have something to do, I'll be going now."
Feng Qin:...
Aren't you going to help?
"No." Feng Yuan stood up, his posture nonchalant and casual. "I value my life."
Feng Qin was still immersed in his own emotions. To him, Feng Yuan was like a piece of driftwood that a drowning person accidentally grabbed onto, and he was desperately unwilling to let go.
"Only you can help me now! The men I hired have been captured by Feng Chi. Only you can save me! A-Yuan, I'm begging you!"
Suddenly, a silver spear was pressed against his throat.
Feng Qin immediately went silent.
"Even the old man can't control me, so who do you think you are?" Raising the gun barrel, he lightly lifted Feng Yuan's chin, a cold sneer in his bloodshot eyes. "Beg me?"
"You dare to challenge me?"