Feng Sixi lowered his gaze to look at her, his expression faint, while a deep, sinister murderous intent churned within those dark eyes.
This gave Yan Yang the illusion that her delicate neck might be viciously snapped by him at any moment.
No way…
She was only trying to seduce him. Even if he remained unfazed, there was no reason for him to react like this, was there?
Could it be that her face was truly that unpleasant to look at?
She suppressed her confusion and smiled at Feng Sixi with a liquid gaze. "Is that not allowed, Mr. Feng?"
Feng Sixi suddenly raised his hand, his icy fingertips tracing across the tender skin at the back of her neck as he spoke in a frigid tone. "Is this how you treat others as well?"
"What? I… I have never been this close to another man before."
Though Yan Yang possessed a bewitching allure, she was by no means vulgar. Perhaps it was because her eyes were too clear and bright that even when she seduced someone, she did so with an open and unashamed air.
"Oh?"
Feng Sixi regarded her with an unfathomable look. "It had better be so."
If she had been sent by someone to get close to him… and was putting on such a convincing performance, it would mean she had done similar things more than once.
If that were truly the case… he would not hesitate to tear apart every shred of Yan Yang's disguise the moment he found leverage against her, and make her regret everything she had done.
Yan Yang was still leaning against Feng Sixi's chest, not moving away, and whispered in a coaxing tone like a little kitten. "Please, Mr. Feng."
Her seduction was so inexperienced and shy that even the backs of her ears had flushed crimson, like the finest rouge spreading across her skin in a rosy blush.
It seemed as though she had not often done such things—outwardly calm, yet in truth cautious and timid.
Feng Sixi narrowed his eyes slightly, finding himself increasingly unable to see through this woman he had believed he could see through at a single glance.
Interesting…
The moment Feng Sixi swept her up in his arms, Yan Yang let out a soft gasp and instinctively looped her left arm around his neck, nestling obediently against his chest.
Feng Sixi carried Yan Yang into the room and set her down on the bed, looming over her as he gazed down.
"Get some sleep first. I will call you out once dinner is ready."
With that, he turned away indifferently, giving Yan Yang no further opportunity to act.
…
Yan Yang stretched her limbs lazily. Too much had happened today, and she truly was a little weary.
Feng Sixi was far too dangerous a man. She had to remain vigilant at all times, or he might deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
Feng Sixi was a villain who had lost all trust and hope in the world and in everyone around him. At any time, he might resort to the most ruthless means to dispose of troubles he found displeasing or not worth wasting time on.
Yan Yang recalled the mission logs she had read—the one hundred and seventh transmigrator had also attempted to seduce Feng Sixi with her beauty, but something had gone wrong somewhere. She had barely gotten close before Feng Sixi cut her down in one stroke.
Thinking about it this way, she had managed the balance quite well.
That couple would have otherwise died at Feng Sixi's hands as well, so Yan Yang had already saved their lives.
Though she cared nothing for their fate—scum like them deserved to die—allowing Feng Sixi to unleash his bloody methods would only drag him deeper into the abyss.
Yan Yang absolutely could not let him repeat the same tragedy.
There was still much to be done ahead, and Yan Yang dared not let her guard down… She could only proceed step by step, testing Feng Sixi's limits while slowly changing his view of this world.
…
After dinner, which consisted of three dishes and a soup personally prepared by Feng Sixi, Yan Yang genuinely found herself falling for the flavors of the meal.
She truly wanted to… turn the arch-villain into her personal cooking maid.
With that thought, the curve of her smile grew even more pronounced, and a hint of confusion surfaced in Feng Sixi's gaze as it occasionally swept across her expression.
It's just a meal—why does she have to look this happy?
That night, Yan Yang successfully persuaded Feng Sixi to stay and arranged a guest room for him.
"This bed might be a bit small for you… please make do with it. If it's not comfortable, I'll order a new one tomorrow."
Given Feng Sixi's nearly six-foot-three frame, a bed only four feet wide was indeed rather cramped for him.
However, he seemed to accept it well enough, saying flatly, "No need."
"But…"
"The bed I slept on inside was even smaller than this, and I still managed three years."
Feng Sixi mentioned his past lightly, as if the person who had once been imprisoned wasn't him, and the torment and confinement he'd suffered had nothing to do with him at all.
It was precisely this detached indifference that made Yan Yang even more worried.
This villain's mental state was probably already compromised—she needed to fix him up quickly…
"Just make do for now; I'll get you a new one tomorrow."
Without allowing him to refuse, Yan Yang waved her hand and smiled at him. "Good night, Mr. Feng."
After the door closed, Feng Sixi surveyed the clean, simple little room, and a bone-chilling sneer curled at the corner of his lips…
…
Yan Yang slept quite well that night, but when she woke up, she didn't find Feng Sixi anywhere in the house.
It suddenly occurred to her that the man probably didn't even have a phone right now—she'd need to get him one.
Feng Sixi likely didn't have much money on him after being discharged from the hospital. He'd even covered her admission fees the day before, though in the end Yan Yang had used her own medical insurance card and returned the money to him.
Feng Sixi had almost completely cut ties with his family—or more accurately, the Feng family couldn't care less whether he lived or died.
And shortly before he went to prison, the company he'd founded had just been seized by his most trusted business partner, leaving him buried in debt. So his current situation could well be described as destitute and forsaken.
How could anyone have such a bitter, miserable fate?
Yan Yang was starting to suspect that the rules of this world were simply too envious of his prodigious talent, which was why they kept throwing so many obstacles and hardships his way.
Just as she was lost in thought, an impolite pounding came at the door. Yan Yang furrowed her brow, and when she opened it, she found someone rather unexpected.
The man outside was accompanied by several burly thugs, wearing an air of arrogance and conceit, with the indulgent look of a spoiled playboy written across his features.
When he got a clear look at Yan Yang's face, a flicker of admiration passed through his eyes, followed by contemptuous mockery: "I was wondering where Feng Sixi could have gone after getting out of prison without crawling back to the Feng family to beg for mercy. Turns out he's being kept by a woman?"
Feng Lidong's face was full of disgust. "A grown man like him, living off a woman like you—what a useless piece of trash."
The warmth on Yan Yang's face gradually faded, replaced by a cold chill. "Feng Lidong, what are you doing at my place?"
"So you know who I am? Looks like you two are pretty close—you even recognize me."
Yan Yang chuckled: "Of course I know you, Young Master Feng. In this capital city, who doesn't know that you're the second young master of the Feng family—a shiftless loafer, a useless waste of space, with no real talent but plenty of hot air to bark all day long?"
Feng Lidong was dumbfounded, fury blazing in his eyes: "You damned woman, shut your mouth!"