FY - 50

Qin Feng came to his senses, his gaze soft and reassuring. “The result is good.”

The woman almost couldn’t hold back her tears. “Good my ass! Look at how pathetic you are now! What’s the point of saving Xiao Qin Palace? It’s not a career you’re truly passionate about. In the end, you just sacrificed yourself for someone else’s dream.”

Qin Feng reached out his hand. “Come here and give me a hug.”

The woman, feeling wronged, reluctantly leaned into him.

Qin Feng said softly, “Not many people get to do what they love for a living, but no one has ever died because of it. The world is so big, and what we do and what we want to do really isn’t that important.”

He thought of Zhou Yan’s defensiveness. She only did what she wanted to do. She claimed she needed money, but she still gave up because she didn’t want to.

Before, he thought that human nature had a clear price tag, and if something wasn’t for sale, the price wasn’t high enough. Now he felt that it depended on the person. There were some people who, despite their contradictory words, would still follow their hearts at the last minute.

He lowered his head and kissed her. “I don’t feel wronged at all. Now that I have the scenery I want, I don’t care about my surroundings.”

The woman smiled sweetly. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

In this life, I will never rush over like a madman again. If I do it one more time, it will be my corpse that shows up.

Qin Feng wouldn’t do it again.

He knew that Si Wen wouldn’t think that Zhou Yan’s return was his doing, but he must be very pleased right now. When Si Wen was pleased, he would throw a little something his way. Besides, as long as Xiao Qin Palace could bring him a profit, he probably wouldn’t refuse.

Si Wen was a man, but he was also a businessman.

But things didn’t turn out as he had hoped. Si Wen wasn’t willing to be a good samaritan.

He used some legal competitive methods to become the largest creditor of the company that lost the bet to Xiao Qin Palace. Later, when the company’s assets couldn’t cover its debts, its headquarters and affiliated companies were packaged and given to Si Wen after liquidation.

Si Wen separated Xiao Qin Palace from the numerous assets and gave it to Qin Feng to manage.

After a long journey, Xiao Qin Palace was back in the Qin family’s hands, but it no longer bore the name “Qin.”

It was named “Si.”

Si Wen used the money he could have directly invested in Qin Feng to smooth out the relationships in the entire cooperation chain, opening up many blocked channels. He acquired many companies with their own profit points and mature business models, transforming himself from the investor Qin Feng had envisioned to the decision-maker.

This was a story for another time.

However, the fact that Si Wen was an unparalleled businessman was something Qin Feng could already feel at this moment.

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Zhou Yan was wearing Si Wen’s shirt. The hem of the shirt was at her thighs, barely covering her butt. Her legs were thin and long, making one’s throat feel dry and itchy.

She was barefoot, walking to the bar to pour herself a glass of liquor. She licked it and savored the taste. It was so spicy that she shivered.

Si Wen was leaning against the footboard of the bed, one leg bent and the other straight. On the carpet next to him were a half-pack of cigarettes, an ashtray, and a lighter.

He was watching Zhou Yan. The bottle she was drinking from was a base liquor. It was high-proof and very sweet, mostly used to make fancy cocktails. No one drank it straight. She didn’t know that, but she managed to do it so naturally, so smoothly, and with a touch of cuteness.

Si Wen thought about it again and decided that “cute” was the wrong word. Zhou Yan hadn’t been cute with him for many years.

He lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Zhou Yan heard the sound of the lighter and looked up, her eyes meeting his.

Si Wen took a drag from his cigarette, occasionally pinching the body of the cigarette with his fingers and exhaling smoke, but he never took his eyes off Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan walked over with her glass, stepped over his leg, and sat astride his waist. She took the cigarette from his hand, took a puff, and leaned down to blow the smoke on his face. “Why are you always looking at me?”

Si Wen put his hand on her lower back and between her buttocks. He didn’t answer. “Is it illegal?”

Zhou Yan: “It is.”

Si Wen: “Hmm. I’m always breaking the law anyway.”

Zhou Yan laughed, and his words brought her back to the previous question. “Do you know how I found out about your thing?”

Si Wen: “Wei Li’an told you.”

Zhou Yan nodded. “Since you knew it was him, why would you let him know? Or did you deliberately let him know, and you had a reason to be sure that as soon as he knew, he would tell me? Did you want me to understand your past and feel sorry for you?”

Si Wen wasn’t the type to play the victim, and he never did. “He was very closely related to the environment I used to be in. Plus, with some external forces, it wasn’t hard to figure it out by following the logic. Also, I didn’t deliberately hide it from him, so he knew.”

Zhou Yan finished the cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and asked again, “Then didn’t you ever think he would mess things up for you?”

Si Wen asked her in return, “What do you think I’m doing?”

Zhou Yan shook her head. “I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. I can handle anything.”

Si Wen supported her lower back, wanting to kiss her. “Then let me see what you can handle first.”

Zhou Yan misunderstood. She counted on her fingers. “Whipping, wax play, bondage, spanking.”

Si Wen’s brows furrowed.

Zhou Yan lay down, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her ear on his chest. She looked up at him, and with her lips, she mouthed the words, “With you, I can do anything.”

She barely made a sound, but Si Wen still felt like he heard it. It was so faint, but it was enough to make his ears tingle. After his brows furrowed, both of his eyebrows raised. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and gently bit her nose. “You’re going to kill me.”

Zhou Yan looked innocent. “No. Why would I kill you when you’re so strong? I remember a few years ago, you would get me hospitalized for several days. Are you getting old now and losing your stamina? That’s not okay, Mr. Si. Your Zhou Yan is only in her twenties. If you can’t satisfy her, she might go and cheat.”

This woman had really been spoiled by him. Si Wen silenced her with a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, leaving her dizzy.

He finally let go and asked her, “Is this intensity okay? I only used a third of my strength.”

Zhou Yan took a moment to catch her breath and then glared at him. “Go away!”

Si Wen traced her lips with his finger. “Am I satisfying you?”

He was threatening Zhou Yan. Was Zhou Yan the type of person who was easily threatened? So she dropped her tough act and answered seriously, “You are.”

Si Wen was satisfied. He lifted her up, his hands supporting her buttocks, and carried her to a swing chair. He crouched in front of her. “Wei Li’an can’t mess things up for me. Only you can.”

Zhou Yan wanted to know why. “Why?”

“I’ve fought him before. He insisted on taking off his uniform to fight me. He kept getting knocked down and getting back up. Other than that, as a police officer, he’s competent. What I let him know was nothing important. I didn’t need him to be on my side, but he also wouldn’t mess things up for me.”

Si Wen’s controlling attitude was truly captivating.

Zhou Yan’s heart softened again, and her eyes became gentle. She reached out and hugged him, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Why don’t I take you to get a tattoo? We can put it on your face and have it say ‘Zhou Yan’s Man.’ I want to have ownership of you. No one should covet you.”

“Do you think that’s likely?”

Zhou Yan sat up and shook her head. “No. So I’ll settle for the second-best option. I’ll demand that you tattoo me on your heart.”

“You already are.”

Zhou Yan pressed her lips together but couldn’t hold back her smile. Her smile was jumping out of her eyes.

She suppressed her triumph and asked again, “Then didn’t you ever think that if you told me about your past, I would mess things up for you?”

Si Wen simply said, “Would you?”

What he was saying was that he had never thought that Zhou Yan would ever mess with him.

Zhou Yan tilted her head. “It’s hard to say. You have to be a little nicer to me.”

Si Wen kissed her eye.

Zhou Yan pointed to his lips. “Mmm, here.”

Si Wen kissed her lips again.

Zhou Yan was satisfied. “I won’t mess with you for now. Just remember to renew your subscription regularly.”

She pulled his hand again. “Did you not tell me before because I was just your sex toy?”

Si Wen frowned. “Can we phrase this topic a little more delicately?”

Zhou Yan replied with an “Oh.” “Is it because I was just your sex slave?”

Si Wen didn’t tolerate her uncensored words and squeezed her waist with his hand.

Zhou Yan gasped. “I get it now.”

Si Wen let go, lifted her shirt to look at the spot where he had squeezed her. It was red. He felt a pang of heartache and leaned down to take that piece of flesh into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue.

Zhou Yan’s toes curled.

After he was done, he told her, “You never asked, either. You were never curious about me.”

There was a hint of grievance in his words, but his tone didn’t show it.

Zhou Yan asked him, “If I had asked, would you have told me?”

“No,” Si Wen said truthfully.

Zhou Yan glared at him. “Then why did you even say anything? Get off me.”

Si Wen hadn’t finished. “It wouldn’t have been useful to tell you back then. Some things are only shocking when you learn them at a time when you want to understand.”

“So you did it to shock me?” Zhou Yan asked, even though she knew the answer.

“I did it so you would know and admit that you love me.”

Zhou Yan felt like grinding her teeth.

That was just like Si Wen. He was too cunning.