Feng Mian kept his lips pressed tightly together, not daring to make a sound, even while crying.
He braced himself against the doorframes on both sides, making sure he wouldn’t knock against the door.
Chi Mingzhou, behind him, narrowed his eyes at his movements, his gaze intriguing.
The vase on the cabinet reflected the bright moonlight from outside the window; the delicate patterns on the porcelain-white surface seemed to come alive for a moment.
Snowflakes, mixed with cold wind, scraped against the pink-and-red plum blossoms in the winter air. The plum blossoms trembled gently; the vibrant stamens were filled with wind and snow. They teetered, nearly overwhelmed, with even the branches quivering in the storm. It was a pitiful sight; the tiny petals were almost shattered. Suddenly, the once-fierce wind and snow came to a sudden halt.
Just as they relaxed—before they could even fully let their guard down a storm swept in again, far more violent than any time before!
Bang!
There was a sudden, deafening sound, as if the door panel had been slammed into. Chi Chen, who was closest, was startled and instinctively took a step back, demanding, “What are you doing?!”
He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he seemed to hear an unusual commotion inside, as if…
Feng Mian’s voice slowly rang out, weak and breathless, “I… I’m not feeling well. Do… do you need something?”
Chi Chen gritted his teeth, feeling reluctant.
He had already spent a long time outside the door, but the person inside showed no intention of opening it. Without a doubt, Feng Mian was determined not to let him in tonight; no matter how long he nagged outside, it was useless.
He gritted his teeth and said with frustration, “Ziheng will be coming to the house tomorrow. You are to stay in your room the entire time and are not allowed to come out! Unless I call for you, you are not to step out even once!”
Feng Mian was merely a toy for temporary diversion. Gu Ziheng was the one who truly held his heart. Although Gu Ziheng currently had no feelings for him and the two were stuck at being just friends, he still couldn’t afford to leave a bad impression.
He waited for a response from the room after he finished speaking.
While Feng Mian had been somewhat uncooperative lately by not letting him touch him, he usually knew his place and wouldn’t pine for things that were out of his reach. He wasn’t worried that Feng Mian would deliberately come out tomorrow to embarrass him.
After a moment of silence in the room, a slow response came, “Okay…”
Chi Chen gave the tightly closed door a look of frustration, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
Tomorrow, he would ask the housekeeper for the spare key. This conquest was one he had to claim!
The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded, and Feng Mian breathed a sigh of relief.
Chi Mingzhou, behind him, grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against the wall, plundering him even more brutally. Feng Mian’s expression gradually turned to one of agony. He reached out to push against Chi Mingzhou, helpless and weak, his body completely drained and his consciousness becoming hazy.
Having just stepped back from the gates of death, Feng Mian was on the verge of a breakdown. He looked at the man before him who was acting without any restraint, and pleaded in despair, “Uncle, you can have anyone you want; you don’t need me. I can’t… I can’t…”
He couldn’t even form his words properly anymore, his hands gripping Chi Mingzhou’s shoulders weakly just to keep himself from collapsing.
Chi Chen’s bedroom was just across the hall; he dared not think about the consequences if they were heard.
Chi Mingzhou let out a cold, detached laugh, “I’m just curious how long we can keep this hidden if we keep going like this.”
“I especially want to see the look on Chi Chen’s face when he finds out. His own fiancée is actually his uncle’s old lover, sneaking around to have an affair behind his back every night.”
His thin lips opened and closed, his amber eyes filled with a suppressed hatred.
“I want to know, you slut, what kind of death will be yours in the end…”
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