The private wing of the Feng Medical Center remained bathed in a heavy, golden silence as the first rays of dawn pierced through the blinds.
The rhythmic hum of the monitors was the only sound, but for Feng Yuan, the world had never felt more alive.
He woke slowly, feeling a delightful, heavy warmth on his chest.
Nan Si was draped over him, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him like a stubborn koala.
In her human form, she was smaller than he had imagined, yet she took up every inch of his soul.
Her silver hair fanned out across his black silk shirt like a spill of moonlight.
Feng Yuan didn't move. He simply watched her, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw. A soft, rare laugh escaped his throat—a sound of pure relief.
To think that just a day ago, she was a small bundle of fur; now, she was his world in human form.
As if sensing his gaze, Nan Si stirred. She nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck, her small nose twitching—a lingering habit from her fox form.
She felt safe, enveloped in a scent of sandalwood and salt.
She began to whisper his name, her voice a melodic vibration against his skin.
But a sharp, electronic ping resonated through her consciousness.
[Host! Host, wake up! You've slept enough to power a small sun!] Baby's voice chirped.
Nan Si winced, her fingers instinctively clutching Feng Yuan's shirt.
[Baby? Shhh! You are too loud..Don't ruin the moment!]
[I'm saving your life!] Baby interrupted. [Your demonic energy is depleted. You won't be able to turn back into a fox for at least three to five days. You're stuck as a human!]
Nan Si paused, her jade eyes blinking as she processed the inconvenience. Stuck? For five days? She looked down at her human hands, flexing her fingers experimentally. It wasn't a tragedy, but it was certainly a logistical nightmare.
[Baby, if I stay here like this, the doctors will have a heart attack, and the Bureau will have me in a glass room by lunch.]
she thought, her mind already spinning with a way out.
[ A billionaire's pet fox turning into a beautiful woman was a headline in every media.]
As Baby said he laughed so hard that lights were constantly changing around him.
Nan Si ignored baby teasing and looked up at Feng Yuan, her expression shifting from sleepy to a sharp, pleading focus.
She reached out, grabbing his sleeve and tugging it like she used to do with her teeth.
"Ah Yuan..." she whispered, leaning in close so her breath tickled his ear.
"We have to leave. Now. And we have to be sneaky! If the doctors come in and see me instead of a fox, how will you explain it? They'll think you're hiding a girl in your bed!"
Feng Yuan blinked, looking from her tiny, tugging hands up to her face. A few days ago, he would have handled this with cold, clinical logic.
But looking at her now, with her earnest, panicked expression, the absurdity of the situation hit him.
He was one of the most powerful men in the country. He owned the hospital. He didn't need to "sneak" anywhere.
Yet, seeing her acting like a little thief planning a grand heist, he felt a surge of doting indulgence.
He smoothed the frantic look from her brow with his thumb.
"Sisi, you want us to be fugitives?" he teased, his eyes dancing.
"So you have to pay price." As he bring his side cheek close to her lips.
Looking at him,Nan Si shyly pecked him and buried her head in his arms.
Feng Yuan let out a chuckle as he rubbed her hair and called his bodyguard.
An hour later, covered by a heavy trench coat and a baseball cap provided by a very confused but loyal bodyguard, Nan Si was whisked away in a darkened SUV.
They bypassed the main lobby entirely, leaving the hospital staff to find an empty bed and a very brief note later that morning.
When they arrived at the Feng Villa, the gates swung open silently.
As they stepped into the villa, the head butler and a line of servants bowed deeply.
"Welcome home, Young Master. Welcome home, Miss Nan Si," they said in perfect unison.
Their faces were masks of professional indifference—no one gasped, no one asked why the "fox" had become a "girl."
Nan Si, however, didn't see professional training. She saw habit.
Her hand, which had been tucked into Feng Yuan's, suddenly tightened, then wrenched away.
She stopped in her tracks, her eyes flashing with a sudden, green fire.
"Sisi?" Feng Yuan turned, his brow furrowing.
"You've done this before," she accused, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.
"The servants... they didn't even blink. You bring women home all the time, don't you?
Am I just the next one in line?"
Listening to her ramblings, Feng Yuan froze for a second as his brain processed.
Only then he realized his mistake—he had instructed the staff last night that if he returned with a woman, they were to treat her as the mistress of the house without question.
Seeing he was silent,Nan Si didn't wait for an answer.
She turned and bolted up the grand staircase, heading straight for the master bedroom which she has claimed as her own.
"Sisi!" Feng Yuan called out, his voice tight.
He followed her, his long strides taking the stairs two at a time.
The thought of her looking at him with doubt instead of love made a cold knot of anxiety tighten in his chest.
He reached the door just as she tried to slam it. He didn't use force, but his hand was quick, catching the edge of the heavy oak wood and stepping inside before the lock could click.
The room was silent, the air heavy with her hurt. Feng Yuan didn't hesitate.
He closed the distance in an instant, reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against the solid warmth of his chest.
"Let me go!" she huffed, though her struggle was more like a kitten batting at a lion.
"Listen to me," he murmured, his voice low and vibrating with a raw sincerity that stopped her breath.
"Please, Sisi. Just listen. You are the first and the only.
I gave orders last night—I told them that if you appeared, you were to be respected more than I am.
They aren't asking because they value their lives, not because they've seen this before."
He turned her around, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do you really think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you?"
Seeing the obsession and truth in his gaze, Nan Si's jealousy evaporated, replaced by a shy, burning heat. "Really?"
"Really," he breathed. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a tease that made her gasp.
"I've never wanted anyone until you. You've ruined me, little fox."
The air in the room grew ambitious as Nan Si felt embarrassed for her reaction as the air charged with a sudden, electric current.
Nan Si felt her breath hitch as his face hovered inches from hers, the embarrassment of her earlier outburst began to melt, replaced by a curiosity that made her toes curl against the plush carpet.
Feng Yuan's hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in the silk of her silver hair.
He didn't rush. He watched her—watched the way her jade eyes darkened and her lips parted slightly.
Then, with a low groan of surrender, he claimed her,his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her against him.
As he lowered his head, the kiss deepened into a possessive claim.
Nan Si clutched his shirt, her senses overwhelmed by his scent—sandalwood and salt.
He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He laid her back against the pillows, his body pinning her with a welcome weight.
His lips moved to her collarbone, leaving a trail of traces. His hands wandered, tracing the sensitive curve of her waist.
As he moved upward, his touch burned through the thin silk of her gown.
"Ah Yuan..." she panted, her head back, her fingers tangling in his hair, her toes curling as she felt the hard, masculine line of his body pressing into her. The friction of his robe against her skin sent sparks through her nerves.
He groaned, a low, primal sound, as he pressed her into the mattress, his body a heavy, welcome heat above hers.
Just as the last thread of his control was about to snap, Feng Yuan pulled back.
His face was flushed, his eyes dark with a hunger that terrified and thrilled her.
"I... I need a shower," he rasped, his voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel.
He stood abruptly and disappeared into the ensuite, the sound of freezing water following moments later.
Nan Si lay on the bed, her lips swollen and her face a vivid crimson.
[Wow, Host. That was... intense,] Baby chirped.
"Baby! Don't look!" Nan Si squealed, pulling a pillow over her face.
To hide her embarrassment, she asked, "Why... why did the world consciousness only give me half the story? Who are the real 'protagonists' here?"
Baby's tone turned serious. [The script was a standard CEO romance. The female lead was Lin Xiaoxi. The male lead was Gao Lin. In that version, Feng Yuan was the cold-blooded villain. He was supposed to die in a massive car crash arranged by Gao Lin after the Lin Group stole the Feng Group's core technology.]
Nan Si sat up, her eyes cold. "He was supposed to die?"
[Yes. But because you appeared, Lin Xiaoxi is in jail. Gao Lin is still out there, though. Right now, he's just a medium-sized threat.]
Nan Si felt a surge of protectiveness. "I won't let them touch him."
As the water stopped, Nan Si began to explore the room like a newborn kitten, touching everything with wide-eyed wonder.
She picked up a crystal perfume bottle, gasping as it caught the light, and hopped onto a plush velvet chair, giggling at how soft it was.
When Feng Yuan walked out, damp and clad only in a robe, he found her trying to "talk" to her own reflection in a full-length mirror.
"It's so shiny," she whispered. "Everything is so big when I'm not a fox!"
Feng Yuan felt his heart melt. He walked over and scooped her up. "Let's get you fed, and then we're going shopping."
Feng Yuan took her to The Zenith, a glass-and-marble fortress of luxury where the air smelled of expensive lilies and silent wealth.
As the SUV pulled up to the private valet, the tension in the air shifted.
When they stepped inside, the manager didn't just "clear the floor" with a magic wand.
Instead, a discreet team of security guards in sharp suits began gently guiding casual shoppers away from the high-end corridor, creating a "bubble" of privacy that felt both regal and suffocating.
Nan Si felt the shift immediately as she felt the intense gazes around her.
Even before coming to world in eternal realm and the orginal owner, both has never lived as human.
"Ah Yuan, why are they all looking at me?" she whispered, her hand instinctively tightening on his arm.
She felt a bit like a rare animal on display. "Is my face dirty?"
Feng Yuan looked down at her, and for a moment, his breath caught.
In her simple, high-waisted white dress, she looked like a piece of living porcelain.
Her silver-tinted hair caught the overhead LED lights, shimmering like a halo.
"They're looking because you're the most beautiful thing they've ever seen, Sisi," he said, his voice dropping into that possessive, dark tone.
"Let them look. They can never touch."
As they walked past the floor-to-ceiling glass fronts of brands like Hermès and Cartier, the "realistic" buzz of the mall continued at the edges of their bubble.
"Is that... Feng Yuan?" a woman in a Chanel suit whispered to her friend, quickly pulling out a phone to snap a blurry photo.
"Who is that girl? I've never seen her at the charity galas or the Bureau balls. She looks... otherworldly."
"She's gorgeous," the friend replied, her eyes wide. "Look at the way he's holding her. He looks like he'd kill anyone who got within a foot of her."
Nan Si, however, was far more interested in the physics of the human world. She stopped abruptly in front of a window display, her eyes widening.
"Ah Yuan! Look!" she pointed at a mannequin wearing a dramatic, avant-garde feathered gown.
"This person has no face! Is it a monster from your world? Why is it standing so still? Is it frozen in ice?"
A sales associate nearby stifled a cough, trying to maintain her professional mask.
To the wealthy elite around them, Nan Si's curiosity looked like "eccentricity" or "innocence," but to Feng Yuan, it was the most charming thing in the world.
He didn't laugh at her.
He simply stood behind her, his chest pressing against her back as he looked at the mannequin through her eyes.
"It's a mannequin, Sisi. A doll made of plastic to show how the clothes drape. It's not alive."
"Oh," she poked the mannequin's arm, her brow furrowing when it didn't move.
"How boring. I thought it was a spirit that had been punished."
The shopping trip wasn't a quick "montage." It was a series of small, intimate discoveries.
Feng Yuan watched as she discovered the texture of silk, the weight of velvet, and the cold bite of a diamond necklace.
He didn't just "buy everything"; he watched her eyes,If they lit up, the item was added to the growing pile of bags carried by his silent shadows (the bodyguards).
As they finally left, the sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, painting the city in shades of bruised purple and gold.
The "bubble" popped as they walked back to the SUV, the noise of the city rushing back in.
But as Feng Yuan helped her into the passenger seat, his eyes didn't stay on her. They flicked to the side-view mirror.
Across the street, a black sedan was idling at a green light, refusing to move.
The driver wasn't looking at the road. He was looking through a long-range lens, the shutter clicking rapidly.
"Sisi, stay in the car," Feng Yuan said, his voice suddenly turning as cold as a winter tomb.
[Coming Up Next...] (≖ᴗ≖๑)
The man in the black sedan didn't even have time to scream.
Feng Yuan's hand wrapped around his throat, his eyes flashing with a murderous intent that would make a demon tremble.
"You took a photo of her," Feng Yuan whispered, his voice like cracking ice.
(╬▔皿▔)╯
"Which hand did you use? I'll let you choose which one I break first." ( ಠ_ಠ )
Inside the SUV, Nan Si pressed her face against the glass, her tail—wait, she didn't have a tail anymore!—her fingers twitching with worry.
"Ah Yuan looks so scary when he's hungry..." she murmured to herself.(〃￣ω￣〃)
Wait until you see how Feng Yuan handles the "pests" in Chapter 12! (•̀o•́)ง