Qin Nian walked back to the piano and sat down.
Feng Wang said, “Just play whatever you like.”
He wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about or fond of the piano, but simply watching the young man sit there and play was a delight to the eyes.
Sitting on the sofa in the hall, from his angle, he could see half of Qin Nian’s profile. The young man’s face still held a trace of youthful innocence, with an endearing naivety.
Qin Nian tested a few notes with his right hand before placing both hands on the black and white keys to play.
He wasn’t sure what Feng Wang liked to hear, so at first, he was a bit conflicted. He decided to let his body choose the song. As his fingers touched the keys, they moved instinctively, following his heart, playing a soothing Canon.
The ethereal and clear piano notes echoed through the Feng Family’s hall.
Feng Yuanyuan, sitting with Feng Wang, suddenly remembered something and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Uncle, I discovered a little secret about the pretty brother.”
Feng Wang smiled, “What secret?”
Feng Yuanyuan said in her childish voice, “When I praised the pretty brother for playing the piano so well today, his face turned really red.”
She thought for a moment and added, “Even redder than when I have a fever.”
Feng Wang: …
For the first time, he thought his niece might have a future in literature.
He recalled the last time at the Qin Family, when he praised Qin Nian, and Qin Nian stood there dazed, his fair face quickly turning crimson, even his inconspicuous earlobes blushing as if they might bleed.
It made the skin below his neck appear even whiter.
So, Qin Nian was unexpectedly someone who blushed easily?
This conclusion intrigued Feng Wang, especially since at the banquet, when Qin Nian had verbally sparred with Gu Huai, he hadn’t seemed like that kind of person at all.
The Canon’s soothing melody blended with the gentle breeze.
Feng Yuanyuan wasn’t interested in such calming music and wandered off somewhere.
Feng Wang, sitting on the sofa listening to the music, felt a long-lost drowsiness wash over him. He couldn’t help but lean back on the sofa and close his eyes.
Qin Nian finished the piece, and the hall suddenly fell silent. There was no reaction from behind him. Unsure whether to continue playing, he turned to look back and saw Feng Wang quietly asleep on the sofa.
Qin Nian: …
Could his playing really be so dull that it put people to sleep after just one piece?
But considering Feng Wang had to manage so many of the Feng Family’s businesses, it was normal for him to be easily tired.
Though he understood, Qin Nian felt a bit awkward. He didn’t know what to do, afraid that continuing to play might disturb Feng Wang’s sleep.
Qin Nian sat there, watching Feng Wang sleep.
Although people often have the most relaxed expressions when they sleep, the man on the sofa, accustomed to a position of power, still exuded an imposing aura even in slumber.
The air conditioning in the Feng Family’s hall was set quite high. Qin Nian, seeing Feng Wang asleep alone, worried he might catch a cold. He quietly picked up the jacket Feng Wang had taken off earlier and carefully approached to drape it over him.
Qin Nian moved with great care, afraid of accidentally waking the sleeping Feng Wang.
However, despite his caution, when the jacket brushed against Feng Wang, his tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, like a predator in the jungle. He grabbed Qin Nian’s hand as if capturing a criminal, then swiftly rose, pinning Qin Nian beneath him.
Startled by the sudden turn of events, Qin Nian cautiously called out, “Mr. Feng?”
Feng Wang didn’t respond. Though his gaze was fierce, there was a hint of disorientation in his eyes. He leaned down, resting his head on the young man’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of Qin Nian’s fair, slender neck, a strong citrus aroma filling his senses.
Having been deprived of sleep for so long, Feng Wang, like a beast roused from slumber, only wanted to punish the one who had disturbed him.
He moved closer to Qin Nian’s neck and bit down without mercy.
Qin Nian’s eyes widened: !!!???
He was so frightened he couldn’t move, like a deer caught by a predator.
The man above him was strong, pressing Qin Nian into the sofa. He couldn’t even free his hand, let alone break free.
“Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng, wake up.”
Qin Nian called out to Feng Wang, hoping for a response.
Anyone, please, someone come.
Qin Nian prayed silently.
Feng Wang’s teeth finally released Qin Nian’s neck because he had fallen asleep again.
Qin Nian wanted to try again, attempting to free his tightly restrained arm.
He tried several times, but Feng Wang remained motionless.
Qin Nian felt a strange sense of frustration. Despite being a grown man, he couldn’t overcome the strength difference even while the other was asleep.
Meanwhile, Feng Wang, though Qin Nian couldn’t move, could feel the young man beneath him trying to escape, which made him a bit impatient. He tightened his hold on the young man, completely restricting Qin Nian’s movements, and said, “Don’t move.”
Qin Nian: ???
Qin Nian experienced a unique sense of resignation.
Yang Huan entered to find his boss asleep on the leather sofa, holding the young man he had only recently met.
Yang Huan stared blankly for a moment, confirming that he wasn’t mistaken and that this was indeed happening. As a secretary with fully honed skills, he remained silent for a while, realizing it might be best to quietly withdraw.
Qin Nian asked, puzzled, “Mr. Yang?”
Yang Huan, one of the few who could approach Feng Wang, knew well his boss’s severe insomnia. It was clear that Young Master Qin Nian also needed help.
So, should he not disturb the boss’s sleep, or should he not disturb the boss’s sleep?
He felt a slight pang of conscience about leaving Qin Nian in this situation…
—Not really.
What conscience? Ever since working for the Qin Family, he had tossed that aside to Siberia.
Yang Huan maintained his unwavering smile, “Young Master Qin Nian, our Mr. Feng has been quite tired lately. Please bear with it for a moment, it won’t be long.”
Qin Nian: ?
After speaking, Yang Huan retraced his steps and exited the way he came.
Qin Nian: …
Feng Wang felt he hadn’t slept this well since returning to the Feng Family.
However, he sensed something was off today, a warm presence in his arms.
When he opened his eyes, the young man beneath him came into view. Although his expression was calm, his eyes held a look of utter despair.
Seeing Feng Wang awake, Qin Nian felt no joy—his limbs had gone numb.
Feng Wang was amused by Qin Nian’s expression. As soon as he got up, Qin Nian, like a bird freed from a cage, immediately slipped out of his embrace.
Feng Wang glanced at his suddenly empty hands, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss and regret.
He looked up, and Qin Nian had already moved to another sofa, a hint of vigilance in his eyes, as if guarding against being pinned down again.
Feng Wang raised an eyebrow, “All this time, you didn’t struggle?”
He had meant to tease Qin Nian, but when Qin Nian heard the question, his eyes filled with an emotion Feng Wang couldn’t understand.
“I did struggle.”
Qin Nian’s voice was small, feeling a bit embarrassed as a man unable to break free from another’s embrace.
Feng Wang didn’t hear clearly, “What?”
Qin Nian: …
For the first time, Qin Nian thought this person might truly be bad.
“I struggled, but couldn’t break free.”
Qin Nian sniffed, repeating himself, trying to sound normal. He really wasn’t resentful, really.
Though he spoke those six words with a calm face, Feng Wang inexplicably felt the young man before him was like an angry little cat with its fur standing on end.
Feng Wang wanted to laugh but feared doing so would make the young man even more upset, so he covered his mouth with his fist to hide his smile.
“Mr. Feng, I’m going back. Yuanyuan should have learned enough today.”
Feng Wang glanced outside; it was still midday. “Stay for lunch. I have something I want to discuss with you.”
Qin Nian blinked, “Can we talk now?”
Feng Wang looked down at his phone, typing as if chatting with someone, then made a call, briefly saying, “Come over.”
A few minutes later, Yang Huan entered with a folder.
His gaze wandered, and upon seeing the fresh bite mark on Qin Nian’s neck, he discreetly glanced at Feng Wang sitting nearby.
His boss was truly full of surprises.
The Feng Family was one of the most prominent in Ning City, and as the current head, many sought to curry favor with Feng Wang, even sending people to his bed. However, these people and gifts were usually returned before reaching the Feng residence.
Feng Wang was typically alone, and those trying to win his favor often failed, leading to rumors in Ning City’s upper circles that Feng Wang was uninterested in such matters.
Yang Huan had always thought his boss was abstinent.
He hadn’t expected that someone who usually avoided both women and men would leave a mark on someone he’d just met. Yang Huan didn’t know whether to praise his boss’s speed or quietly curse him as a beast.
Feng Wang glanced at his secretary, whose expression was rapidly changing, his thoughts wandering who knows where.
He tapped the coffee table, bringing Yang Huan back to reality.
Yang Huan regained his composure, facing the curious looks from Qin Nian and Feng Wang, feeling a bit awkward. He cleared his throat, trying to ease the atmosphere.
Taking out two documents from his bag, Yang Huan placed one in front of Qin Nian.
“The Feng Family is large and attracts attention, so many things can’t be spoken of.”
“Mr. Feng has been suffering from severe insomnia.”
Qin Nian took the document, not understanding, and found it was a contract. He didn’t have time to read it, focusing instead on what Yang Huan was saying. “Hasn’t he sought treatment?”
“Of course, but nothing works,” Yang Huan replied. “Mr. Feng has seen many doctors and tried various medications. Initially, they helped, but soon, those treatments and drugs became ineffective.”
Qin Nian asked, “Why is that?”
Yang Huan explained, “The doctors say it’s because Mr. Feng’s body has developed a tolerance.”
Qin Nian blinked, not understanding what this had to do with him.
Yang Huan noticed his confusion and smiled, “But Mr. Feng says that when he hears your piano, he feels very sleepy.”
Qin Nian: …
Was this a way of saying his piano playing was hypnotic?
Qin Nian remained silent, unsure if this was a compliment.
The young man before him pressed his lips together, lost in thought. Feng Wang suddenly recalled what Feng Yuanyuan had mysteriously mentioned earlier.
“It’s a compliment,” Feng Wang suddenly said. “It’s a compliment that your piano playing is excellent.”
Suddenly, Qin Nian’s ears turned a shade of pink.
His fingers fidgeted awkwardly beneath the table.
Unbeknownst to him, Feng Wang, sitting on the sofa beside him, observed his every move.
Feng Wang covered his mouth with his hand.
“You can take a look at the contract,” Feng Wang indicated the document.