The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Feng Villa, casting a golden glow over the king-sized bed. Feng Yuan hadn't moved for six hours. His arm was a protective arc, anchoring the silver-furred fox against his chest.
Inside her mind, Nan Si was currently being lectured by a frantic light orb.
[Host! Wake up! This is a Code Red: Fluff Emergency!] Baby shrieked, its digital voice echoing through her consciousness.
[The "Exotic Species Bureau" is literally circling the block, your mother-in-law is probably commissioning a diamond-encrusted leash as we speak, and you're just… purring?]
Nan Si stretched, her tiny paws kneading Feng Yuan's silk pajama top. Baby, hush.
The energy around Jue Jue is so stable right now. Let me enjoy the silence.
[Stable? Host, his Darkening Value is at 88! That's not stable; that's a dormant volcano!]
Feng Yuan stirred. His eyes opened—not with the grogginess of a normal man, but with the sharp, predatory clarity of a dragon guarding its hoard. He felt the vibration in Nan Si's throat and his expression melted instantly.
"Good morning, Little One," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that sent a shiver through Nan Si's fox ears. He didn't get up. He simply pulled her closer, burying his face in the lavender-scented fur of her neck.
By 10:00 AM, the villa was no longer a silent fortress.
Butler Lin, a man who had served the Feng family for forty years and seen everything from corporate espionage to attempted assassinations, stood in the doorway of the sunroom with a silver tray. He watched his cold-blooded master sitting on the floor, surrounded by high-tech plushies.
"Sir," Butler Lin coughed politely. "The Young Masters have arrived. They insisted on seeing... the little princess."
Feng Yuan's hand paused in its rhythmic stroking of Nan Si's back. "I told them I was busy."
"They brought gifts, Sir. And Young Master Mo mentioned something about a 'Fox-Grade 5G Smart-Collar' with integrated snacks."
Nan Si's ears perked up. Snacks?
Feng Yuan caught the twitch of her ears and his eyes narrowed. "Let them in. But tell them if they breathe too loudly near her, I'll revoke their shares in the harbor project."
Three men stepped into the sunroom, looking like they had just walked off a Vogue Man cover.
Mo Jinnian, the tech genius; Lu Sheng, the playboy heir to a shipping empire; and Yan Shuo, a top-tier surgeon with hands as steady as ice.
"Holy Dao," Mo Jinnian breathed, dropping his designer bag. "She's real. I thought Yuan was finally having a psychotic break and hallucinating a wife."
"She's beautiful," Yan Shuo remarked, his doctor's eyes scanning Nan Si with professional curiosity. "Her coat has a literal iridescent sheen. Yuan, where did you find her? The genetics are... impossible."
Feng Yuan stood up, picking Nan Si up with him. He didn't offer her to them. He held her like a fragile deity. "She found me. And she's not a specimen, Yan Shuo. Watch your tone."
Lu Sheng chuckled, leaning against a marble pillar. "Easy, tiger. We're just here to pay our respects to the new Queen of the Feng Group. I brought a little something."
He pulled out a box from a luxury boutique—Van Cleef & Arpels. Inside was a delicate, rose-gold anklet set with a single, blood-red ruby.
"A charm for her tail," Lu Sheng winked.
Nan Si, ever the curious spirit, hopped down from Feng Yuan's arms.
She trotted over to Lu Sheng, her silver tail swaying. She sniffed the ruby, her violet eyes widening. It felt... familiar. It held a trace of natural spiritual energy.
She chirped, a melodic, high-pitched sound, and nudged Lu Sheng's hand with her wet nose as a thank you.
The temperature in the room plummeted twenty degrees.
Feng Yuan's gaze was fixed on Nan Si's nose touching Lu Sheng's skin. His fingers curled into fists. The jealousy was irrational, sharp, and suffocating.
"She doesn't like jewelry," Feng Yuan said, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave.
"She seems to love it, actually," Mo Jinnian chimed in, oblivious to the death stare. "Hey, little girl, look at this! I built it myself."
He activated a small, floating drone shaped like a golden butterfly. It hummed and darted through the air, emitting a trail of catnip-scented mist.
Nan Si's instincts took over. She let out a joyful yip and began chasing the butterfly, leaping over the expensive couches with the grace of a forest spirit. She was laughing—a sound only Feng Yuan could truly interpret—as she batted at the drone.
She was having fun. With them.
Butler Lin, sensing the impending disaster, quietly moved the Ming Dynasty vases out of the "blast zone." He had seen that look on Feng Yuan's face once before—when a rival CEO tried to steal a billion-dollar acquisition. This was worse.
Feng Yuan watched as Nan Si tumbled onto the carpet, belly up, as Mo Jinnian laughed and tried to pat her head.
Before Mo's hand could make contact, a shadow loomed over them.
Feng Yuan intercepted Mo's wrist. His grip was like a steel vice. "That's enough."
"Whoa, Yuan! I was just playing!" Mo squeaked.
"She's tired," Feng Yuan lied, his face a mask of frozen rage. He scooped Nan Si up, tucking her firmly under his chin. He looked at his three oldest friends as if they were trespassers. "The gifts stay. You leave."
"Yuan, it's 11:00 AM—" Lu Sheng started.
"Out."
The three men exchanged looks of pure shock. They had known Feng Yuan for two decades. He was cold, yes. Arrogant, certainly. But he had never been possessive to the point of social madness.
As Butler Lin ushered the confused trio toward the door, he whispered, "I suggest you don't send any more 'interactive' toys, Young Masters. I value the integrity of the villa's windows."
Back in the sunroom, Feng Yuan sat on the sofa, clutching Nan Si so tightly she could feel the frantic thrum of his heart.
"Am I not enough?" he whispered into her ear, his voice trembling with a vulnerability that would have shocked the business world to its core. "Why were you playing with them? Why did you touch him?"
Nan Si felt a pang of guilt. She licked his jaw, her rough tongue soothing the tension there. Jue Jue, they are your friends. I was just being polite.
[Host, he's spiraling!] Baby warned. [The 'Golden Cage' probability just jumped to 92%!]
Feng Yuan pulled back, looking into her violet eyes. "You're too beautiful. Too kind. The world is full of people who want to take you, to study you, to steal your light."
He touched the rose-gold anklet Lu Sheng had left on the table. With a sudden, violent motion, he swept it off the table, sending it skidding across the floor.
"You don't need their gifts. I will give you everything. I will build you a world where no one else can even look at you."
He stood up, carrying her toward his private study—a soundproofed room with biometric locks.
"Butler Lin!" Feng Yuan called out.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Cancel all my meetings for the next three days. And contact the security firm. I want the villa's perimeter doubled. No one—not my mother, not my friends, and certainly not the 'Bureau'—steps foot on this property."
"Sir, the Lin family's report to the Animal Bureau is gaining traction on social media,"
Butler Lin reported gravely. "There are protesters at the gate claiming you're harboring a 'mutant threat'."
Feng Yuan's smile was chilling. It wasn't the smile of a CEO; it was the smile of a man who was ready to burn the forest to protect a single flower.
"Let them come," he murmured, stroking Nan Si's tail. "I've been looking for an excuse to ruin the Lins."
He sat at his desk, opening a drawer. Inside was a collar he had designed himself. It wasn't rose-gold or filled with snacks. It was matte black titanium, embedded with a GPS tracker and a soul-binding jade he had purchased at an underground auction.
"Nan Si," he whispered, his eyes dark and swirling with an obsessive light. "Stay with me forever. Even if I have to lock the doors and hide the sun."
Nan Si shivered. The warmth was still there, but the air was getting thinner. The "Iceberg CEO" had officially melted into something much more dangerous: a man with a singular, blinding obsession.
Just then, a heavy thud echoed from the front courtyard.
The monitors in the study flickered to life, showing three black vans breaching the main gate. Men in tactical gear with "Exotic Species Research" patches stepped out, holding tranquilizer rifles.
[DING!] Baby's voice screamed in her head.
[Plot Progression: The Raid has begun! Host, if they dart you, the Male Lead will literally start World War III!]
Feng Yuan didn't look afraid. He looked excited. He reached into his desk and pulled out a sleek, black handgun, checking the clip with practiced ease.
He looked at Nan Si and kissed the top of her head.
"Wait here, Little One. I'm going to go remind the world who I am."
He stepped out, locking the heavy mahogany door behind him.
Nan Si stood on the desk, watching the monitors. She saw the men approaching.
She saw Feng Yuan standing at the top of the marble stairs, looking like a god of death.
But then, she saw something else.
On the edge of the screen, a shadowy figure was climbing the trellis toward the study window. It wasn't a soldier. It was someone in a high-end salon dress, a vial of blue liquid in her hand.
Thankyou for reading!!! (^~^) [ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ]
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Will Feng Yuan realize the real threat is behind him before it's too late? (≖ᴗ≖๑)
How should Nan Si handle the infiltrator without revealing her true power to the cameras? (づ￣ ³￣)づ