In Feng Sixi's dark gaze, amidst the overwhelming frost and desolation, a faint spark of flame suddenly flickered to life.
It seemed to possess devastating power, capable of devouring everything he wished to destroy.
Yet it was not merely destruction.
This spark grew brighter and brighter, a blazing inferno sweeping across the plains, perhaps bringing unprecedented rebirth…
"Yan Yang, get off me."
Feng Sixi's throat moved slightly as he issued the command in an icy tone.
But Yan Yang challenged him without hesitation: "No. I'll get off only when you decide this bed is satisfactory."
He let out a cold laugh, his slightly cool fingertips gently slipping beneath the hem of Yan Yang's shirt, his low, hoarse voice laced with rising desire: "Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't mind experiencing just how soft and comfortable this bed is through another method."
Feng Sixi's hair was cropped short, so every sharp feature on his face was fully exposed—each one a masterpiece of bewitching, striking handsomeness. A man like this…
He was clearly lying down, yet his commanding presence radiated untamed wildness, like ice-quenched poison—dangerous and alluring.
Yan Yang stared at him for a long moment, then swallowed hard in a rather pathetic manner, even beginning to seriously consider his proposal, thinking that she probably… wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
Their gazes locked—one shimmering with watery light, the other cold and brooding. The air between them grew thick with accumulating tension, gradually becoming dense with ambiguity.
Unfortunately, nothing happened.
The delivery man pounded on Yan Yang's front door, shouting: "Your delivery is here! Is anyone home?"
Yan Yang tugged at the corner of her mouth and said with some regret: "I'll go get the delivery. You keep feeling it out."
After the warmth of her body left, Feng Sixi withdrew his fingers. He hadn't truly intended to touch Yan Yang just now—it was only as she got off the bed that an inadvertent moment of contact occurred.
Frowning, he lowered his gaze. The heat surging chaotically through his body and his most direct physical response both told him—
He should stay away from this woman.
Remain vigilant, always on guard.
But perhaps even that wouldn't be enough.
…
By the time Yan Yang retrieved the delivery, Feng Sixi had already walked out of the bedroom.
She asked with a smile: "So? How is it? Are you keeping this bed?"
Feng Sixi essentially acquiesced. At this point, it seemed he could only do things her way.
The rebellious streak hidden within him had always been stubborn and unyielding—few people in this world could force him to change his mind, yet he had met his match in Yan Yang.
"These are the daily necessities I prepared for you. Look, you came out without bringing anything, and you're still drowning in debt… so don't bother being polite with me."
Yan Yang no longer bothered to hide the fact that she had investigated him. Since he already knew anyway, why should she keep putting on an act?
Feng Sixi had been abducted at age five, returned to the Feng family at ten, and at fifteen, he acted out of a sense of justice but had the tables turned on him, landing in juvenile detention.
At seventeen, he returned to school and faced countless sneers and discrimination, then encountered a crisis that completely changed his life. By eighteen, he had nearly severed ties with the Feng family entirely, cast out and left to fend for himself.
But these hardships had never defeated him. Feng Sixi began supporting himself, surviving countless dangers and difficulties, even founding his own company.
Yet just as his career was beginning to take off, his business partner betrayed him, seizing everything that belonged to him—stripping him of his company and leaving him buried in debt.
The debt was still unresolved, and then he ended up in prison because of that couple. Over all these years, his life had hardly ever gone smoothly.
Yan Yang couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy in her gaze as she looked at him. To be as miserable as he was… that was indeed rare.
Earlier, when she had ordered takeout, Yan Yang had also ordered some food to be delivered along with it.
She invited Feng Sixi to have lunch. The man walked over to the dining table and said in a deep voice:
"I will pay you back."
Feng Sixi ignored the look in Yan Yang's eyes and coldly emphasized.
"And also, if you really enjoy doing good deeds, you can go ahead and lend me your computer as well."
Yan Yang glanced at the time.
It was already past noon, with a little over two hours remaining before today's stock market close. If he had gone out this morning to apply for the procedures to open an account, then he could already begin trading certain stocks today.
Feng Sixi… this man was a true financial titan.
His most legendary experience was once turning a principal of 500,000 into 400 million through crude oil futures within half a month. Yan Yang couldn't quite imagine how he had managed it, but he simply had that kind of ability.
So once Feng Sixi entered the stock market, within just a few days, his net worth would surpass eighty percent of the population.
"My computer is broken."
Yan Yang lied through her teeth without batting an eye.
Feng Sixi raised an eyebrow. "I recall seeing you using the computer just a moment ago."
"It can't connect to the internet. I only use it to play offline games."
"Oh?"
Without changing her expression, Yan Yang said, "Why don't you wait a bit? I'll have someone fix it for me. It should probably be ready by four or five."
By then, the stock market would already be closed, and it wouldn't be so easy for him to enter other countries' stock markets either. That would also give Yan Yang an entire night to prepare.
She was going all in.
From this moment on, whichever stock Feng Sixi wanted to get into, she would pour all her efforts into destroying that stock. Once he had lost everything, she would quietly restore the market conditions.
Feng Sixi relied on his keen insight and analytical skills, or perhaps also a portion of innate talent.
Yan Yang didn't know much about this country's financial markets, but… she could cheat.
Although she couldn't use technology that was too far ahead on this planet, in case it affected the normal development trajectory of this world, that didn't mean she couldn't exploit loopholes.
Her computer expertise was stored in her mind—technology from the far more advanced Central Star System of the universe. As long as she didn't teach it to others or leave any traces, she could easily navigate this world with ease, including the financial markets.
She couldn't help but feel sorry for Feng Sixi.
But she was doing this for his own good…
Feng Sixi said with a faint, ambiguous smile, "Alright then, I'll wait for you."
His gaze was strangely dangerous.
Yan Yang even had the illusion that he had seen through all her schemes in advance.
Impossible… How could he possibly guess what she was planning to do?
…
After the meal, Yan Yang slept drowsily for a while, while Feng Sixi sat quite leisurely on the sofa watching television all afternoon.
The stock market had already closed.
Yan Yang could finally hand him the computer with a pretense of sincerity. "The software has been repaired. Go ahead and use it."
"Thanks."
After taking the computer, Feng Sixi didn't bother hiding anything from Yan Yang. He opened it right in front of her, then proceeded to do something that left Yan Yang, an alien, utterly dumbfounded.
Damn!
He wasn't trading stocks or buying futures. Instead, he developed an algorithmic system in the shortest possible time, and then began…
Mining.
Bitcoin.
Feng Sixi actually took an unconventional path and got into cryptocurrency.
Yan Yang: "…"