As Feng Yuan stepped out of car and signalled his bodyguard to drag the person to near basement.
Nan Si pressed her nose against the cool glass of the SUV, her jade eyes wide.
She watched as Feng Yuan crossed the street and disappeared.
Curious, She also stepped out of car and secretly followed him as she suppressed her breathing and concealed herself.
Looking at his mischievous host.
Baby shook himself as if shaking his head as he thought, [ There was no hesitation that if Supreme God knew whether he will be angry. ]
Before the paparazzo could understand the situation, the bodyguards caught him and took him to nearby basement of cars.
As the man started cursing but before he could curse a single curse towards Nan Si, Feng Yuan's fingers wrapped around his throat.
"You took a photo of her," Feng Yuan whispered, the sound vibrating with a murderous intent that made the air itself seem to thin.
"I—I'm just doing my job!" the man wheezed, his face turning a sickly shade of purple.
"Then your job just ended," Feng Yuan countered, his grip tightening until the man's eyes rolled back. "Which hand did you use? I'll let you choose which one I break first."
He didn't wait for an answer. A sickening crack echoed in the quiet basement.
As the man's scream was muffled by his own terror, Feng Yuan's personal security team swarmed the vehicle.
With a flick of his wrist, Feng Yuan tossed the man toward his lead bodyguard like a piece of discarded trash.
"Delete everything. Burn the memory cards. And make sure he understands that if her face appears anywhere, he won't just lose a hand next time," Feng Yuan ordered, his eyes still flashing with that dark, possessive fire.
He turned back toward the SUV direction.As he approached, his gaze fell on Nan Si who had just returned to car panting slightly.
She was perched on the edge of the leather seat, peering out the window with a look of pure, mischievous curiosity but sweat around her forehead revealed her.
But looking at her, who wasn't terrified by his violence; instead, her head was tilted, her eyes gleaming as if she were watching an interesting drama.
Feng Yuan's heart gave a traitorous thud of doting indulgence. He shook his head slightly, a small, wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
His Sisi is really mischievous.
He entered the car, and before the door had even fully closed, he pulled her into his lap, burying his face in the crook of her neck to inhale the scent of his sandalwood which was on her, feeling a sense of satisfaction as a beast has marked his territory.
"Ah Yuan looks so scary when he's hungry," she murmured, her voice a melodic tease.
"I'm not hungry for food, Sisi," he growled playfully, nipping at her earlobe. "Let's go home."
The SUV sped through the twilight toward the Feng Villa. Inside, the silence was intimate, broken only by the sound of their breathing.
But inside Nan Si's head, it was a different story.
Baby chirped excitedly.
[Host! Host, listen! I'm telling you, the 'Golden Chef' series is a masterpiece! You have to buy me a kitchen set when we unlock the System Shop. I want to try that lobster thermidor!]
Nan Si rolled her eyes internally.
[Baby, you don't even have a stomach. Why do you need a kitchen set? And shush, Ah Yuan is looking at me.]
[I have a virtual palate! It's for the experience!] Baby huffed, turning back to his digital screen where a chef was flambéing a pan.
As they stepped into the grand foyer of the villa, Butler Lin was waiting, his expression as professional as ever, yet there was a slight tension in his posture.
"Welcome back, Young Master. Miss Nan Si," Butler Lin bowed.
"Sir, Mrs. Feng visited while you were out. She waited for some time, but eventually had to leave for her bridge club."
Feng Yuan's expression flattened. "And?"
"She left instructions, sir. She intends to take Miss Nan Si as her guest to the Mo family's patriarch's birthday celebration tomorrow. She mentioned it would be the perfect 'debut' for the young lady."
Feng Yuan's grip on Nan Si's waist tightened instantly. His face darkened into a mask of cold refusal.
The thought of Nan Si being paraded in front of the greedy, judging eyes of the elite—and especially under his mother's unpredictable whims—made his blood boil.
He was about to bark out a denial when he felt a tug on his sleeve,
He looked down and saw Nan Si looking at him pitifully.
But In fact, her eyes were sparkling, and her ears—though hidden by her silver hair—seemed to be twitching with that familiar rhythm she had as a fox when something "interesting" was about to happen.
She was intrigued.
Feng Yuan hesitated. He turned back to Butler Lin. "Call Mo. Tell him I'll be attending his grandfather's birthday as well. If Sisi goes, I go."
While thought if he will go, those people will understood that she is his.
If they were entering a lion's den, Feng Yuan would ensure he was the biggest lion in the room. Without another word, he scooped Nan Si up, ignoring her indignant squeak, and headed straight for the grand staircase.
Upstairs, the master suite was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.
Feng Yuan set her down on the edge of the sprawling bed, but he didn't pull away.
He stood over her, his eyes searching hers with a sudden, brooding intensity.
He remembered the way she had looked at the mannequin, her lack of knowledge about the "human" world.
And the mysterious way she had appeared in a cage and the way her location showed at screen as if someone was helping him.
The doubt he usually suppressed began to claw at his heart.
"Sisi," he whispered, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair.
Nan Si noticed his distraction. She reached out and shook his hand cutely, playing with his fingers. "What happened? You look like you're thinking about something sad."
Inside her mind, Baby intervened. [Host, stay alert. According to the 'CEO's Hidden Secrets' drama I just watched, this is the moment he asks about your past. He's curious. He wants to know if you're a spirit, an alien, or a spy!]
Nan Si softened. She looked up at Feng Yuan, her jade eyes shimmering with sincerity. "Ah Yuan, if you want to know anything, you can just ask. I won't lie to you."
Feng Yuan took a deep breath, his voice low. "Who are you, Sisi? Truly? You aren't just a fox right??"
Nan Si bit her lip. [Baby, can I tell him I'm the Chaos Lotus?]
[Absolutely not!] Baby screamed. [The world consciousness will fry your soul! You can tell him about the original owner's identity as a fox spirit, but your true origin as a world-hopper is off-limits!]
Nan Si felt a pang of sadness that she couldn't share everything.
But as she felt the Di Jue fragment in her heart pulse with warmth, she smiled.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her cheek.
"I am from the Demon Realm," she said softly, her voice taking on an ethereal quality. "I am the only Princess of the Nine-Tailed Fox clan. I came to the human realm for... a bit of fun. But in transportation my foundation was shattered and I was hunted, captured, and then... I met you. And I think... I think I fell in love with you before I even knew what the word meant."
Feng Yuan's heart clenched. He wanted to believe her, but the logical part of his brain—the part that ran a multi-billion dollar empire—stalled. A fox princess?
Nan Si saw the flicker of doubt in his eyes. Her pride flared. "You don't believe me!"
she huffed, standing up on the bed so she could look him in the eye. "You think I'm making it up!"
She tried to manifest her full fox form, but as she concentrated, nothing happened. She remained stubbornly human. [Baby! Why won't it work?]
[I told you! Depleted energy! You're stuck like this for five days!] Baby shouted, pausing his drama. [But hey, I saw this in a fantasy show once—try just showing the ears and tails. It takes less mana!]
Nan Si took the advice. She closed her eyes, focusing all her will on the fragment of energy in her chest.
"Look!" she commanded.
Suddenly, with a soft poof of spiritual mist, two pointed, silver-furred ears sprouted from the top of her head, twitching with indignation.
Then, from beneath the hem of her dress, nine magnificent, snow-white tails erupted with a hint of red at the end of tips like a fire burned around her tail's end.
They fanned out behind her like a regal peacock's train, shimmering with a faint, iridescent light.
As the transformation occurred, her simple white dress dissolved, replaced by a garment of the ice silk. It was a gown of translucent silver , embroidered with ancient, glowing runes.
The sleeves were wide and flowing, and the bodice was cinched with a jade belt that accentuated her tiny waist.
She looked like a fairy descended into the mortal dust—innocent, alluring, and dangerously beautiful.
Feng Yuan was mesmerized by her form.
The air in the room became thick, charged with a primal, electric current. He didn't just see a fox; he saw his destiny.
"My little fox," he groaned, his voice breaking as he stepped between her tails and pulled her into his arms.
His kiss was no longer a tease. It was a hungry, possessive claim that tasted of desperation and obsession.
He laid her back against the pillows, her nine tails wrapping around them both like a silken cocoon.
As his hands began to wander, tracing the curves she had so proudly revealed, Feng Yuan felt his control slipping.
He knew she was innocent, and the thought of breaking that purity made him hesitate. He started to pull back, his breath ragged.
"I... I shouldn't," he rasped.
Nan Si, her face as red as a peach blossom, reached out and caught his robe. "Don't go,"
She whispered, her eyes wide and trusting. "I know how it happens... Baby told me—I mean, I saw it in my inheritance! If you suppress it, you'll get an illness! I don't want you to be sick, Ah Yuan."
Feng Yuan's eyes darkened to a shade of midnight. "Your inheritance told you this?" he asked, his voice dangerously low as he caressed her cheek. "And what exactly did you 'see'?"
Nan Si, feeling the heat of his gaze, lied quickly. "Just... memories! Of how two spirits become one. It was blurred, I just watched it in my mind. Like a video!"
Feng Yuan's jealousy flared for a second toward her "ancestors" who provided such memories.
But seeing her trembling lips and the way she arched toward him and moaned as his hand tightened over her soft unyielding mounds, he couldn't think of anything else.
The night turned into a blur of heat and silk.
From the bed to the velvet chair, to the window overlooking the sleeping city, and finally into the steaming marble bathroom—
Feng Yuan left his mark everywhere and worshipped her skin as he left his traces.
His lips following the trail of her curves and the rising chest, his hands memorizing every inch of her divine form.
Nan Si's cries were melodic, a symphony of "Ah Yuan" that for first time made him bully her more brutally as he quickened his pace and held her waist tightly with one hand and the other tracing her soft mounds calling her name repeatedly in her ears.
Hours later, the room was once again silent.
Feng Yuan carried a sleeping, exhausted Nan Si back to the bed. Her tails had retracted, and she looked small and fragile in the moonlight.
He tucked her in, his eyes soft with a doting, almost frightening obsession.
"No... no more, please..." she mumbled in her sleep, her lips pouting.
Feng Yuan laughed softly, kissing her forehead.
But as he settled beside her, his gaze drifted to the shadows.
The thought that she was a fox princess—that she belonged to another realm—made a dark knot of possessiveness tighten in his chest.
If the Demon Realm wants her back, they'll have to walk over my corpse, he thought.
In the corner of the room, a holographic screen flickered in the dark.
[Affection Value: 99%] [Blackening/Darkening Value: 60%]
Baby sighed, glancing at the fluctuating numbers. [Still under control... barely. Humans are so complicated.]
He tapped a button on his console, returning to his drama. [Back to the lobster scene. I hope he doesn't overcook it.]
The moon hung high over the Feng Villa, watching over the billionaire and his fox, while the world outside remained blissfully unaware that a "monster" and a "spirit" had just claimed each other as their own.