The police statement went smoothly. Yan Yang had roughly consulted about the possible outcomes of this case, and the response she received was fairly optimistic.
Once the couple's criminal acts were confirmed, Feng Sixi would not only be able to clear his name but also apply for relevant compensation.
As for Liu Shi and Lu Fang, they would inevitably face criminal penalties. However many years Feng Sixi had spent in prison, they would not escape the same fate.
…
When Yan Yang came out, Feng Sixi was still sitting steadily in the driver's seat. Passersby occasionally glanced his way.
But they were quickly scared off by his overly cold and fierce expression.
"Please take me home, thank you."
Yan Yang opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and curved her eyes at him with a bright, gorgeous smile.
Her pupils seemed to carry hooks, capable of easily captivating one's soul.
Feng Sixi indifferently turned his gaze away and drove calmly, seemingly unaffected by her.
But if one looked closely, they would notice the man's fingertips gripping the steering wheel were slightly too forceful…
Throughout the entire ride, Yan Yang unabashedly admired Feng Sixi's pleasing appearance, all the while reflecting inwardly on this person's pitiful past.
Feng Sixi had become that arch-villain who dragged the whole world down with him—his level of madness hadn't been forged overnight.
If she had to summarize his past life in one word, the only thing Yan Yang could say was—
Tragic.
Utterly tragic, abysmal beyond words.
Born into a noble family in the capital, he should have been a pampered young master raised with a silver spoon, but at the age of five, he was abducted by human traffickers and suffered five full years of torment.
At ten, Feng Sixi was finally rescued and returned to the Feng family, but by then his parents had already had a second child. They harbored reservations toward their eldest son who had been away for years, favoring the younger one and neglecting him.
His already sullen and gloomy temperament, provoked by those years of abduction, seemed to make him an even less likable child.
Not to mention Feng Sixi's younger brother, Feng Lidong, who was jealous and hot-tempered by nature, opposing Feng Sixi at every turn and subjecting him to all sorts of tricks and difficulties.
Add to that the disdainful looks from other members of the Feng family, and Feng Sixi, the eldest young master of the Feng family, lived a life even worse than an ordinary person's…
Finally, Feng Sixi grew up.
At fifteen, he acted out of a sense of justice near his school, protecting a fellow student from being bullied and getting into a fight with students from another school.
The person he fought happened to be the young master of another powerful family in the capital. When the rescued student and their parents refused to testify for Feng Sixi in court to avoid trouble…
The Feng family, wanting to smooth things over, simply left him to fend for himself. In the end, he was sent to a juvenile detention center…
After that, Feng Sixi experienced harm and slander that ordinary people could hardly endure…
"Yan Yang."
Just as Yan Yang was marveling inwardly at how someone like Feng Sixi could have such a miserable, tragic fate, Feng Sixi spoke in a sinister tone, his voice laced with menace: "The last person who looked at me like that had his eyes gouged out. If you're not afraid, go ahead and keep staring."
Yan Yang blinked slowly, her lashes trembling: "I'm so scared."
"…"
The veins on Feng Sixi's forehead bulged, and his icy expression froze for a moment.
Could this woman at least pretend to be a little more convincing?
Sometimes she seemed so obedient and harmless, but at other times she was filled with a cunning shrewdness he couldn't quite read. What was she really plotting, and who had sent her?
His idiot younger brother Feng Lidong? Or someone else from the Feng family?
Or perhaps…
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted as Yan Yang said pitifully, "Sigh, I'll probably have to take a few days off and won't be able to go to the company… This hand is hurt so badly that I can't even cook."
Feng Sixi's gaze turned cold, and he didn't bother to be polite in calling her out: "You couldn't cook even before your hand was hurt."
"But at least I could boil instant noodles! Now I can't do anything at all!" Yan Yang said with complete confidence, continuing to sigh dramatically. "You don't know—living alone means you constantly run into problems that need handling. In my current state, I don't know how I'll get through it… It'll be a bit tough, but I probably won't die, right? Don't you think so, Mr. Feng?"
Feng Sixi remained silent, a fierce chill and icy glints alternating in his eyes before some new emotion quickly surfaced.
How could he not notice that Yan Yang was deliberately playing up her misery to soften his heart and get him to stay?
But too much had happened today—even he couldn't sort through all his thoughts in such a short time. Especially Yan Yang's sudden arrival, which had shattered all his original plans.
Feng Sixi knew very well that he should have taken direct action without mercy, but…
This woman…
Provoked him at every turn yet held back at every turn, constantly hovering near his bottom line, making him furious while also unable to strike.
Feng Sixi narrowed his eyes and thought—it was simply because he never raised his hand against a woman.
Just then, the car had already driven into the residential compound. Yan Yang continued to look at Feng Sixi with pleading eyes, her bright, clear gaze seeming to brim with moisture again: "Is Mr. Feng leaving now?"
She pouted. "If you really plan to leave, I definitely won't stop you. As for me… it's fine. It's just a little injury. Even though it was because of you… it has nothing to do with you. It was all my own doing—I asked for it, I brought it on myself…"
He knew full well she was feigning pitifulness, yet he still changed his mind because of those eyes that looked like they were about to cry.
"Shut up."
Feng Sixi frowned in irritation, a violent emotion flashing through his gaze. "I'll stay here until your injury heals."
The doctor had said it would only be a week.
After a week, the stitches could be removed. By then, Yan Yang would have full mobility again, and no matter what she wanted to do or what purpose she was after, it would no longer concern him.
But the prerequisite… was that she had better not cross his bottom line.
Otherwise, he wouldn't mind overturning his previous principles. After all, his world was already reduced to nothing but dark, gloomy tones. Sooner or later…
Everything would turn to ashes.
Though she had clearly gotten what she wanted, Yan Yang could feel the chill and oppressive pressure permeating the air.
This crazy villain…
What was he thinking now?
He wasn't already starting to harbor thoughts of destroying the world, was he?
No, she had to make him feel the beauty of this world as soon as possible.
With that thought in mind, after returning home with Feng Sixi one after the other, Yan Yang seized the right moment and tumbled into the man's arms again.
Feng Sixi narrowed his eyes. "You injured your arm, not your leg."
"…I just tripped by accident."
Yan Yang pressed her left hand against the man's chest, her lips brushing right past his Adam's apple, the warm breath from her exhale landing precisely on that patch of skin.
Her soft, sweet tone was an allure difficult for anyone to resist.
She looked up, obediently gazing at Feng Sixi, the brightness of her upturned eyes dazzling.
"Mr. Feng, my knees have buckled. Could you carry me to the bedroom?"