It was… actually a modified cheongsam!
Xia Xunqian panicked and threw the box aside, his fingers burning as he rubbed them.
“Damn it!”
Damn it!
After a moment, Xia Xunqian struggled with himself, then picked up the dress from the floor.
His fingertips tingled, pink and hot, as he held the fabric.
Inside the box was a dark blue qipao with lace trimming. The chest area had a beautifully crafted willow-leaf knot closure, clearly handmade with incredible detail. The material was high-quality, showing elegant curves even before wearing it. The collarbone area had intersecting lace patterns, the lower slit reached the upper thigh, with a few jade buttons that could be undone down to the waist.
Simply put—it was exquisite.
Xia Xunqian stared at the dress for a long while.
Finally, he carried it into the bathroom.
He ran a warm bath, cleaned himself, and then carefully put on the dress Feng Yu had given him.
If it was to please Feng Lin, he didn’t mind.
As long as the Master liked it.
Xia Xunqian was small and slim. The qipao fit him perfectly, highlighting his graceful figure. The dark blue made his pale skin stand out, showing a cold white with a faint pink tint. The dress didn’t make him look feminine; the narrow neck, slim waist, and long bare legs made him look exquisite and delicate.
Xia Xunqian glanced down at his legs. A gust of wind could reveal everything.
He touched his waist…
And then lower.
He could reach his hips directly from the top of his legs.
Clearly, this wasn’t a normal qipao.
Xia Xunqian quickly pulled his hand back, muttering, “So flirty.”
After dressing, he stepped out of the bathroom barefoot, his shoes wet.
Just as he stepped outside, the bathroom door opened.
When Xia Xunqian saw who it was, his joy immediately vanished, turning into panic.
He gripped the glass door tightly.
“Xia Xunqian? Why are you here?” Feng Jianjue had been drinking today and thought he was hallucinating for a moment.
Seeing Xia Xunqian standing at the bathroom door, with small water drops on the floor, the boy’s pitiful, delicate appearance made Feng Jianjue’s blood boil even more.
Xia Xunqian looked around warily, his eyes trembling with fear.
Feng Jianjue…
“Why you? Get out of here!” Xia Xunqian shouted, trying to appear calm, but it was all for show.
“Hehe…” Feng Jianjue, reeking of strong alcohol, stepped closer. The smell of liquor was sharp, intoxicating. He didn’t listen to Xia Xunqian’s warning at all.
“Dressed like this, trying to seduce someone?” Feng Jianjue’s body surged, veins on his forehead twitching slightly. “Xia Xunqian, I didn’t know you could be so tempting.”
Even just standing there, Feng Jianjue’s blood was stirred enough to sober him up.
He stepped closer. Xia Xunqian instinctively took a step back. “Feng Jianjue, I warn you—I belong to Feng Lin!”
“Oh?” Feng Jianjue smirked teasingly. “You belong to Third Brother? Feng Lin has been busy with business lately; he might not even have time to care about you!”
Feng Jianjue grabbed Xia Xunqian’s hand. The soft, tender skin, pink to the touch, thrilled him. “Besides, you say you’re his person, but what are you really to him? Just a toy he can discard anytime. You think he really likes you? Huh?” Feng Jianjue’s eyes were full of mockery.
That was just Feng Jianjue—he wanted what he liked even more. If he couldn’t have it, he would go mad. If he got it, he acted differently again.
He had never met anyone who treated him as coldly as Xia Xunqian.
Now, seeing Xia Xunqian’s graceful figure like this, he couldn’t help feeling restless all over.
Xia Xunqian, who didn’t like Feng Jianjue, was completely different from everyone else.
Like sand slipping through the hand.
To Feng Jianjue, compared to playing with a cat, Xia Xunqian was even more irresistible.
Because Xia Xunqian always considered Feng Lin, Feng Jianjue had only been able to bite his teeth in frustration. Today, drunk, he acted on impulse, half serious, half joking.
“Feng Lin’s deadpan face is useless! You just want someone to take care of you, right? Second Master here has plenty of money—raising ten of you wouldn’t be a problem!”
“Play with Second Master, I don’t care what he says—he’ll still spoil you, isn’t that better? Huh?”
The hot, intoxicating breath hit Xia Xunqian’s face. He struggled violently, pushing Feng Jianjue hard. Drunk, Feng Jianjue stumbled backward, almost falling!
He steadied himself, eyes sharp. “Listen! Today Feng Lin isn’t here. He’s been too busy to touch you. Whatever I do to you, he won’t know!”
With a cold, furious face, Feng Jianjue dragged Xia Xunqian toward the bed inside the room.
“Feng Jianjue! If you dare, I’ll kill you!” Xia Xunqian used all his strength to push Feng Jianjue away again and ran toward the door, gasping.
Before reaching it, Feng Jianjue grabbed him again!
From behind, he seized Xia Xunqian by the hair and yanked him forward, bringing him face to face.
“Dressed like this, you don’t look like you plan to run!”
The room was filled with alcohol. In panic, Xia Xunqian grabbed a glass decoration from the shoe rack and smashed it toward Feng Jianjue’s head!
Crash!
The sharp sound rang in the ears. Glass shards scattered across the floor, stabbing at his bare feet, cutting a small line of blood on his instep.
Before Feng Jianjue could react, Xia Xunqian slapped him hard.
“Listen to me! Don’t mess with me! I, Xia Xunqian, you can’t play with!” His voice came from the depths of hell, dark and deadly.
Blood ran from Feng Jianjue’s forehead, mixing with red marks from Xia Xunqian’s slap.
Feng Jianjue froze in shock for a few seconds. When he recovered, he grabbed Xia Xunqian by the neck.
“How dare you hit me! Xia Xunqian! Are you tired of living?” His eyes were filled with lust and anger. “You want a lesson, huh?”
Xia Xunqian gasped for breath, his small foot cuts multiplying as he struggled, each sting sharp.
“Hmm…” the boy groaned.
He was pushed to the door and tried to open it with his hands behind him.
When Feng Jianjue reached for his clothes, Xia Xunqian panicked. He was scared.
Even if he had a worthless life, Xia Xunqian didn’t want to live like this.
He suddenly grabbed another shard of glass from the shoe rack and pressed it against his chin, eyes sharp, almost ready to die. “Feng Jianjue, I tell you, I, Xia Xunqian, will only ever let Feng Lin touch me!”
His tone was resolute and fierce. “If you want me, you’ll have to kill me first.”
He pulled his hand back forcefully. The sharp edge was just about to touch his skin. Feng Jianjue’s pupils widened in shock.
No one ever refused Second Master like this.
As Feng Jianjue tried to snatch the glass shard, the lounge door was opened from outside with a creak, letting in wind.
Feng Lin stepped in and immediately saw Feng Jianjue holding Xia Xunqian by the neck. Xia Xunqian’s eyes were bright, almost self-destructive.
The doorway was a mess. Broken glass and scattered books littered the floor, mixed with blood.
Feng Lin pushed the door open, his expression dark.
The next second, he kicked Feng Jianjue hard!
Thunk!
Feng Jianjue’s back hit the cabinet and then he fell to the floor.
Feng Lin didn’t have time for explanations. He had heard Xia Xunqian’s last two words clearly outside the room:
He would only let Feng Lin touch him.
In all of Beijing, there was only one Feng Lin.
Feng Lin’s cold eyes stared at Feng Jianjue on the floor. His voice was chilling to the bone: “Feng Jianjue, was your courage given to you by the Gu Group?”
Smelling the alcohol in the room, Feng Lin understood what had happened.
Today he wore a black coat over his suit. As he looked at Xia Xunqian, the tall frame of his coat covered the delicate boy completely.
Feng Lin examined Xia Xunqian. His eyes were complex. Xia Xunqian seemed frightened by the earlier events, his gaze vacant, breathing fast and trembling slightly when he saw Feng Lin.
Outside, footsteps approached. The door was open. Feng Lin had come with cash and his bodyguards, who were now arriving.
Feng Lin held out a hand to Xia Xunqian, the coat slightly open, his voice a bit softer than before.
“Come here, let me hug you,” Feng Lin said.