Yan Yang called the police, then smiled sweetly as she reminded him, "Wang Dahu, Young Master Wang, don't forget you just walked out of that door. If you don't mind, you can go right back in and experience the joys of manual labor again."
Wang Dahu thought: Damn it! I've never been threatened like this in my entire life!
But he really was feeling a bit guilt-ridden.
Mainly because of Feng Sixi—he couldn't beat her.
This woman looked frail and delicate, but her actual combat ability was terrifyingly formidable.
And now was a special situation…
Wang Dahu gritted his teeth. "Fine! You two remember this! Beijing isn't that big—there'll come a time when I run into you again!"
He dragged his lackeys away with him.
A low, mocking laugh escaped Yan Yang's red lips. This Wang Dahu had no real skill, only bluster. His eventual fate? Pretty miserable, actually.
But besides digging his own grave, he'd also been used by someone else—and the mastermind behind it all was no pushover either.
No wonder Feng Sixi eventually became such a ruthless villain.
Given everything she'd been through, anyone in her shoes—even the most saintly person—would have been driven mad…
Her thoughts shifting, Yan Yang's smile as she turned to Feng Sixi became pure, gentle, and utterly clean.
"Mr. Feng, please come stay at my place for a while, how about it? I promise I won't disturb you at all!"
Feng Sixi's eyes—so dark they seemed to admit not even a sliver of light—fixed steadily on Yan Yang as she asked without any preamble:
"You said I saved you."
"That's right! Three years ago at Yuetan Park, I slipped into the water while feeding the koi fish. If you hadn't saved me in time, I definitely would have died."
A faint curve seemed to appear at the corner of Feng Sixi's thin, sharp lips, but it vanished almost immediately.
Yan Yang nearly wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her. This arch-villain wasn't the type to smile.
What she didn't know was that Feng Sixi had indeed just smiled.
But that smile was more like a sneer.
Yan Yang… A suppressed, manic voice laughed inside Feng Sixi's heart. This woman, with a face so bewitching it could steal a man's soul—there was no way anyone who'd saved her could completely forget what she looked like.
And yet, in her memory, she had never existed.
Who sent her? What did she want?
These thoughts stirred a terrifying storm in the depths of her heart, but Feng Sixi found herself almost looking forward to it—to catching Yan Yang and whoever was behind her all in one sweep.
After all, in this life of hers… she'd already endured enough oppression and betrayal. She didn't mind adding a little more.
Just as Yan Yang was starting to think about what other excuse might work better, Feng Sixi suddenly nodded. "Let's go."
Overjoyed, Yan Yang exclaimed, "Mr. Feng, you really agreed?"
Feng Sixi seemed somewhat impatient. "You're not coming? I'm leaving."
"No, no, no—I drove here! Follow me!"
Yan Yang led her over to a pink compact new-energy vehicle.
The other woman's brow seemed to twitch slightly.
Yan Yang said apologetically, "This is the only car I have, and it's too far out here to hail a taxi, so I'm afraid you'll have to make do, Mr. Feng."
Feng Sixi wasn't picky and truly made do—except that her excessively long legs simply had nowhere to go in the small sedan.
Yan Yang really hadn't done it on purpose.
The car had originally been registered under the name of the person she was replacing, but the original owner of the body had already passed away before she arrived on this planet.
After seizing the astral consciousness of the original owner who shared her name, Yan Yang had also taken the liberty of altering her face.
She had no choice—she simply couldn't bear to carry out her mission wearing someone else's face.
Even though the original person had already looked remarkably similar to her, even the slightest detail, like the curve of an upturned brow, could completely transform one's appearance.
The drive from the Jing City prison to the original owner's place took a full hour and a half. Throughout the journey, Feng Sixi sat in the passenger seat with his arms crossed, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady, as if he had fallen asleep.
But Yan Yang knew better than anyone that in an environment like this, Feng Sixi could never truly be asleep. No matter how harmless he appeared, the moment someone posed a threat to him, he would unleash unprecedented aggression.
After a long while, the vehicle gradually came to a stop. Yan Yang silently leaned over, staring at Feng Sixi's exquisitely handsome face.
Her gaze moved boldly from his deep-set brow, trailing down to his straight, narrow nose bridge, then to his beautiful yet cold lips…
Every detail was perfectly placed, as if it were the finest masterpiece of the heavens. A face like this—let alone on a planet in this remote star system—would be considered a work of art even in the Central Star System, where beauties were a dime a dozen.
Yan Yang stroked her chin. If she could get through this mission with that face to look at, maybe it wouldn't be so unbearable after all.
It was at that moment that Feng Sixi opened his eyes, his gaze colliding with hers.
Yan Yang didn't flinch or look away. She met his eyes openly and said, "You're awake, Mr. Feng. We're at my place. Come on, let's go!"
Feng Sixi had just been released from prison today. Aside from the clothes on his back, he carried nothing with him.
He didn't seem to have any intention of starting a new life at all.
Yan Yang knew that this arch-villain had never really had a peaceful day to begin with.
So he had long since lost hope in life, and in that state, dragging the world down with him was probably the way he thought he could prove his worth.
No, no—as a normal person, one absolutely could not harbor such dangerous thoughts.
Yan Yang vowed that she would definitely set Feng Sixi straight and strive to rebuild him into a promising young man of the new era!
The neighborhood was an old one, with no elevator, and the apartment was on the second floor, so Yan Yang quickly led Feng Sixi through the front door.
It was a small two-bedroom, one-living-room unit, with a modest living room and dining area. It was more than enough space for Yan Yang alone, but once Feng Sixi—a tall man standing nearly 1.9 meters—stepped inside, it became utterly cramped.
"Sorry about that, my place is a bit small. Please make do for now."
Yan Yang enthusiastically prepared everything for Feng Sixi, but throughout the entire process, he remained silent, extremely cold and aloof.
Occasionally, when his gaze fell on her, it was so deep and murky that she felt an inexplicable chill run down her spine.
After all, only her astral consciousness was present here now, and bound by the laws of the universe, she couldn't use any objects or technology beyond this planet's current level of advancement. Altering her face had already been pushing the limits, exploiting a loophole to the maximum.
In other words, if Feng Sixi decided to make a move against her, with her current abilities, she would have no choice but to yield.
"Yan Yang."
Feng Sixi suddenly spoke, his low voice exceptionally pleasing to the ear.
Yan Yang thought he would be perfect for a choir—he would surely produce the most beautiful voice in the world.
"What's the matter, Mr. Feng?"
Feng Sixi seemed to have already accepted the fact of living under someone else's roof in the shortest possible time, and asked expressionlessly, "Is there anything to eat?"
"…It might have to be made from scratch."
"But I don't know how."
"How about you do it?"
Daring to tell the arch-villain to cook for him—Yan Yang was probably the first among the one hundred and sixty-eight transmigrators to do such a thing.