Yan Yang was also afraid of provoking the arch-villain into hitting rock bottom and stop caring, so she immediately changed her tune: "An IOU is fine. Fill in the deadline whenever you want."
As if she had never said the previous sentence.
Her glass-like irises remained bright and clear. No one who met such eyes could bring themselves to refuse without hesitation.
Feng Sixi turned his gaze away with a cold face, his Adam's apple rolling almost imperceptibly. "Mm."
A few minutes later, the IOU with dual signatures and fingerprints was complete. When it came to the repayment deadline, Feng Sixi's pen paused briefly before he finally wrote down a date one year away.
Yan Yang tucked the IOU into her pocket with great satisfaction. "Don't worry. Money—you'll earn it slowly. There will always come a time when you've saved up enough to pay me back."
Feng Sixi lifted his eyes, meeting hers at that exact moment. His gaze remained dark and deep, like a beast lurking in the depths of the night.
His look seemed capable of seeing through everything—including the hidden motives behind every one of Yan Yang's actions.
Yan Yang smiled, thinking to herself that the arch-villain probably believed he had seen right through her.
Too bad—she had outmaneuvered his own anticipation…
After dinner, Yan Yang stayed in her room to investigate Feng Sixi's movements. She screened his phone, his computer, and all his account information, only feeling slightly at ease once she confirmed nothing was amiss.
She installed a hidden web crawler system into the router. As long as Feng Sixi connected any electronic device to the WiFi, it would be infected with the virus.
Only this kind of invisible surveillance could ensure Feng Sixi's movements remained within her control. Yan Yang didn't want to resort to monitoring him every moment, but the villain was far too dangerous—everything he had done since getting out of prison was in preparation for destroying the world. She had no choice but to keep him on a short leash.
But… the reason a villain could become a villain was that he had some skills of his own.
Guest room.
Feng Sixi pulled a burner phone out of his clothes pocket—one without even internet capability, limited to calls and texts.
He dialed, and the other end picked up quickly, the voice excited: "Boss! You finally got in touch with me!"
"Guan Bai, I'm no longer your boss. Remember that."
"But—"
Guan Bai had already changed jobs and become someone else's secretary, but in his heart, if he could, he would work for Feng Sixi at any moment.
Feng Sixi's voice was deep: "I need you to do me a favor. Once it's done, I'll give you more than generous compensation."
"Just say the word, Boss! The compensation doesn't matter—as long as I can help you!"
Feng Sixi couldn't be bothered to correct his form of address again, speaking decisively: "Log into the email account I'm about to give you. Inside, there's a crypto-mining software I designed. Then get on the dark web and use it to decrypt cryptocurrency. At the same time, route all funds to an offshore bank. Once it's confirmed clean, transfer it to the designated account. I'll give you thirty percent of the profits."
Guan Bai understood how these things operated. He had worked on Wall Street for a year, so he knew it all too well.
Still, he asked rather nervously: "What's your estimate on the profits?"
"Two million a month. US dollars."
Guan Bai's vision went dark. "…"
"Boss? You… you… If you can make this much, why did you let Zhong He take your company back then?"
Feng Sixi's voice was icy: "He had a share in founding the company. If he wanted it, let him have it—as long as he lives long enough to enjoy it."
Even across the vast distance, Guan Bai couldn't help but shiver.
"You don't need to worry about any of that anymore. I'll contact you regularly. If you run into any problems in the meantime, email me."
The email wasn't from his official account—it had been purchased off the black market, so even that woman outside, with her formidable hacking skills, couldn't possibly trace it back to him.
In the unlit room, he curved the corner of his lips into a chilling smile.
So who exactly had outmaneuvered whom? That was still anyone's guess…
The next day.
Feng Sixi dressed and stepped out of his room, only to find Yan Yang already ready and waiting.
She wore a deep maroon long dress, its hem fluttering like a dancing butterfly.
"Sixi, you're awake! Hurry up and eat breakfast, then come with me somewhere!"
Faced with Yan Yang's enthusiastic invitation, Feng Sixi raised an eyebrow impassively. "Where?"
"Hmm… I guess you could say it's the new location where I'll be working for the foreseeable future."
The man walked into the kitchen and refused without mercy: "Go by yourself."
Yan Yang followed behind him like a little tail, leaning against the kitchen doorframe with a pitiful pout. "But I'm a little scared to go alone, you know? Who knows if this new job is actually any good? What if those people turn out to be bad guys?"
Scared? Bad guys?
Feng Sixi's expression sharpened, and the image from the day he was released from prison suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Sunlight rippled, bright and clear. The woman—slender as a willow yet sharp as a sword—had dispatched those troublemakers who came looking for a fight with swift, ruthless precision. With each movement, her narrow waist gleamed porcelain-white, dazzling under the sun.
The line extending from the nape of her neck down to her lower back was graceful and fluid, flowing into the firm, rounded curve wrapped in her tight dress—a striking kind of beauty.
Innocent yet provocative.
Feng Sixi forcibly pulled his attention back, but the woman's tireless pleading still rang in his ears: "Anyway, I'm the one driving, so you'd only need to wait a little while. It won't take long—and I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight!"
He should have been annoyed by such chatter, but perhaps it had something to do with her voice like a bubbling spring—every syllable like a gentle breeze through a mountain stream, making it impossible for him to muster any displeasure.
And that only irritated him more.
"If you don't say no, I'll take that as a yes."
Yan Yang cheered with delight, as if her joy were spilling into the very air around them.
Was it really that worth being happy about? Just because he was willing to accompany her?
Feng Sixi stared at the fried egg in the pan, his deep gaze as if trying to bore two more holes into it…
When he once again found himself seated in Yan Yang's miniature car—one that couldn't even accommodate his legs fully extended—Feng Sixi let out a silent sigh.
Yan Yang noticed his long legs bent at an awkwardly cramped angle. "Cough… give me a few days. I'm already looking at cars—I'll pick out an SUV so it's easier for you to drive."
Buying a car just because he was uncomfortable—it really did seem like she was trying to properly keep him as a sugar baby.
The moment that thought arose, Feng Sixi pressed his lips together, feeling somewhat annoyed.
If it were really about keeping someone, then it should be—
He abruptly cut off those thoughts, his face darkening as he warned himself: this was all just testing and deception, nothing more.
What he needed to do was uncover the person pulling this woman's strings behind the scenes, not dwell on thoughts he shouldn't be having.
Yan Yang was driving and didn't notice the rapid shifts in Feng Sixi's expression.
She was preoccupied with other matters herself.
Early that morning, she'd received a call from the security department—the Neighborhood Office team wanted to meet with her in person.
This suited her perfectly, so she naturally wouldn't delay.
But then came the problem—how was she supposed to join them while also squeezing in this dangerous person beside her?