The morning sun filtered through the velvet curtains of the Feng Villa, casting a golden hue over the disarray of silk sheets.
Nan Si's eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a trapped butterfly before her jade eyes slowly opened.
She felt a heavy, possessive weight draped across her waist—Feng Yuan's arm, keeping her close to him as if he feared she might vanish into a mist of spiritual energy the moment he let go.
Memory flooded back: the heat, the silver mist, the way his hands had worshipped every inch of her body.
Nan Si blushed as she tried to sit up, but a sharp, stinging ache radiated from her waist down to her legs.
"Ouch..." she whimpered, her voice cracking. The pain was unlike anything she'd felt—even worse than when she'd felt in her memories when she scraped her knee back in the Demon Realm.
Tears welled up instantly, spilling over her flushed cheeks. "Bad... bad Ah Yuan..."
Feng Yuan, a man who could sleep even in middle of gunshot but was hyper-tuned to Nan Si's every breath, snapped his eyes open.
Seeing his Sisi trembling and weeping, his heart didn't just thud—it shattered.
"Sisi? Sisi, what's wrong?" He sat up abruptly, his bare chest gleaming in the light, and gently drew her into his embrace.
His large, warm hands cupped her face, his thumbs frantically wiping away the salt-pearls. "Did you have a nightmare? Are you sick? Tell me, sweetheart."
Nan Si's anger flared at his cluelessness.
She looked at his hand—the very hand that had been so... busy last night—and bit down on his palm fiercely.
It wasn't a playful nip; she used her teeth.
Feng Yuan didn't flinch.
To him, her bite felt like the tickle of a kitten's fur, a soft pressure that only made his doting indulgence grow.
He let her vent, his voice dropping into a low, melodic coaxing. "Is my little fox grumpy this morning? Tell Ah Yuan where it hurts."
"You! You bad man!" Nan Si cried, her eyes red and puffy, looking like a delicate peach blossom caught in a storm.
"I told you to stop! I said 'no more,' but you... you were like a hungry wolf! Now my waist feels like it's broken, and everything below it is aching. How am I supposed to go to the party with Mom? I can't even stand!"
Feng Yuan's expression shifted from panic to a deep, dark guilt, though a flicker of pride remained in the depths of his eyes.
He leaned down, his lips hovering over her wet eyes, and began to gently suck away her tears.
The sensation of his warm tongue against her skin was so intimate it made her toes curl.
"I'm sorry, Sisi," he whispered against her skin, his breath hitching as his hands began to move in slow, soothing circles over her lower back, massaging the sore muscles with expert precision.
"I lost control. You were too... beautiful. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
As his hands worked their magic, the atmosphere shifted.
Nan Si felt a familiar, dangerous stirring beneath her.
Her eyes went wide, and she scrambled to the edge of the bed, nearly tumbling off before Feng Yuan's lightning-fast reflexes caught her by the waist.
"You! If you do it again, I will run away!" she squeaked, her face turning a vivid shade of crimson.
"I'll go back to the demon realm and never come out!"
Feng Yuan froze. The thought of her leaving was the only thing capable of truly terrifying him.
He looked at her—her skin was a map of his obsession, covered in plum-colored hickeys that stood out starkly against her translucent, jade-white skin.
He felt a pang of heartache seeing the "damage" he'd done.
"I won't. I swear," he said, his voice husky but his eyes darkened with terrifying darkness as he said the last sentence.
"We will go to the party. I'll carry you if I have to. Just don't talk about leaving."
[Beep...beep
Darkness value:- 65]
Looking at the darkness value which suddenly increased, the baby snapped out of his kitchen show and shook his body which were flashing light.
Nan Si huffed, her pride as a Princess of the Fox Clan returning now that she had him cornered.
She pointed a trembling finger at him. "Fine. But you have to agree to three requests!"
Feng Yuan knelt on the bed before her, the most powerful man in the city acting like a humble servant. "Anything."
"First," she counted on her fingers, "you will let me eat those spicy gluten strips and the potato chips Baby told me about. No more 'healthy food' only!"
Feng Yuan suppressed a smile. "Agreed."
"Second, you will listen to me in everything today. If I want to stay near the dessert table, you stay near the dessert table!"
"Of course, my queen."
"And third..." she blushed even deeper, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"You will stop immediately next time. When I say stop, you stop. No more 'just one more time'!"
Feng Yuan's eyes darkened, a flash of possessive hunger crossing his face. He leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose. "I swear... I will try my best."
But silently, he thought, I'll just make sure you're too breathless to say the word 'stop' at all.
Inside her mind, Baby fainted with a dramatic digital 'thud.'
[Host! You are so easy to trick!] Baby wailed.
[He didn't say 'yes,' he said 'I'll try'! You're walking right into the wolf's den again!]
Nan Si snapped back mentally,
[Shut up, Baby! Why didn't you tell me it would hurt this much? You showed me those videos and said it would be like eating ice cream on a hot day!]
[I said it feels good eventually!] Baby retorted, crossing his tiny holographic arms.
[You didn't let me finish the tutorial! You saw the 'Supreme God' fragment and jumped on him! Don't blame the system for your lack of patience!]
Nan Si huffed and ignored baby as she laid back on bed.
"Good," she murmured, her eyelids drooping slightly from the lingering exhaustion.
Nan Si, feeling like she had successfully tamed the big bad wolf, let out a satisfied "hmpf" and relaxed her defensive posture.
Feng Yuan didn't say a word. He simply reached out, his large hands sliding beneath her knees and her aching waist.
With a seamless, powerful motion, he lifted her into a princess carry.
Nan Si let out a soft "ah!" of surprise, her fingers instinctively curling into his shoulders.
"Ah Yuan?"
"I'm taking you to the bath, Sisi," he whispered, his voice vibrating against her chest.
He walked toward the master ensuite with steady, purposeful strides.
Each step was careful, as if he were carrying a goddess made of spun sugar.
As they crossed the threshold, the marble-floored bathroom was already filled with a gentle, rising steam.
Feng Yuan had pre-set the temperature via the villa's smart system.
The air smelled of expensive sandalwood and the faint, sweet scent of peach blossoms—Nan Si's favorite.
He set her down on the edge of the sunken tub, his movements filled with a doting reverence.
The bath was a slow, indulgent affair. Feng Yuan washed her with the tenderness of someone cleaning a priceless porcelain doll.
Afterward, he meticulously applied a cooling medicinal cream to her swollen areas.
His touch was clinical yet so charged with affection that Nan Si almost started crying again—this time from the sheer, overwhelming sweetness of being cherished.
Hours later, the dressing room was a whirlwind of activity.
Nan Si had used a trickle of her restored spiritual power to fade the hickeys, leaving her skin flawless once more.
The makeup artist, a renowned stylist named Leo, was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Miss Nan, your skin... it's like it's lit from within! I've never seen anything like it. And your eyes! Are those contacts? That jade color is divine!"
Nan Si giggled, enjoying the attention. "It's a secret!"
She chose a gown of deep, blood-red silk. It was off-the-shoulder, showcasing her elegant collarbones and slender, graceful arms.
The waist was cinched with a belt of crushed diamonds, and the skirt flowed like a river of wine. She looked alluring, regal, and dangerously beautiful—a true fox princess in human skin.
Feng Yuan sat in a velvet armchair in the corner, ostensibly working on his tablet, but his gaze drifted to her every few seconds.
When she finally turned around, his breath caught.
The red of the dress made her look like a rose who has finally bloomed after nourishment, one he wanted to lock away from the world.
[Beep... beep!
Darkness Value: 72%]
Nan Si paused, her hand on her diamond necklace as she asked confused.
[Baby, what happened? Why is he getting moody again?]
[Host, according to 'The Jealous CEO's Obsession,' he wants to put you in a golden cage because you look too good. He's imagining all the men who will look at you tonight.]
Nan Si smirked at his jealousy as she waved her hands to stylists, telling them to leave.
She walked over to Feng Yuan and sat on his lap as she nuzzled his chest like she used to do in her fox form.
"Ah Yuan? Do I look ugly? Why are you frowning?"
The gloom in Feng Yuan's eyes vanished, replaced by a doting warmth.
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck.
"You look too beautiful. I just don't want to let anyone look at you for more than a second."
"Then I'll just stay close to you," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "No one can see me if I'm hiding in your arms, right?"
The Mo family mansion was a sprawling estate of marble and light.
As the black SUV pulled up, Feng Yuan immediately took off his suit jacket and draped it over Nan Si's shoulders, obscuring the revealing cut of her dress.
"Ah Yuan! It's hot!" Nan Si complained.
"The air conditioning is cold inside," he lied smoothly, coaxing her gently, "Keep it on, otherwise you will get cold."
As they entered the grand ballroom, the music seemed to stumble.
The chatter died down. Feng Yuan, the "Ice King" of the business world, was actually holding a woman's hand—and not just any woman. Nan Si looked like a celestial being.
Three men detached themselves from the crowd and walked over.
"Whoa, Feng, you actually brought her!" Lu Sheng said as he elbowed Feng Yuan,grin splitting his face like a kid spotting candy as he greeted Nan Si.
"Miss Nan, you look stunning. I'm Lu Sheng, the one who's usually bailing this grump out of trouble."
Mo Jinnian looked at his mischievous friend as he jumped like monkey, shook his head as he smiled and nodded saying teasingly,
"Welcome. My grandfather is eager to meet the woman who tamed the Feng lion."
Yan Shuo adjusted his glasses, his keen eyes observing the protective way Feng Yuan held her. "You look healthy, Miss Nan. Feng has been taking good care of you, I see."
Nan Si blushed at Yan Shuo indirect statement as she glared at Feng Yuan and chatted with them for a moment.
But her eyes kept drifting towards the dessert table as she spotted Mrs. Feng her eyes lit up and she said,
"Ah Yuan, I see Mom! I'm going to say hi!"
Before he could object, she slipped away toward the dessert table where Mrs. Feng was holding court with several high-society matrons.
[Host, you just want the chocolate lava cake,] Baby deadpanned.
[Shush! I am fulfilling my social duties!] Nan Si retorted as she snagged a plate.
"Oh, Sisi! Look at you!" Mrs. Feng beamed, pulling Nan Si into the circle. "Ladies, this is my Sisi. Isn't she a darling?"
"She's breathtaking," Mrs. Mo added, smiling. "My son is a fool for not finding someone like her first."
Nan Si gave a sweet smile, nodding at Mrs. Mo's compliments while palming a lava cake.
'You're too kind!' she chirped, chin high—though her free hand twitched toward the chocolate tower on the near table.
As the ladies laughed, a sudden chill swept through the room.
It wasn't physical, but spiritual. Nan Si's nose twitched slightly.
[Host!] Baby's voice was suddenly came, serious. [I've detected a powerful energy signature. It's... it's someone from the Demon Realm!]
Nan Si's heart leaped. [What? Who?]
[It's the original owner's elder brother, Nan Hu! In the original timeline, he came too late. He found only her corpse and, in a fit of rage, nearly wiped out the human world's spiritual practitioners before being suppressed. But here... he's here now!]
Nan Si turned her head.
Standing near the entrance was a man who looked like he had walked out of an ancient painting.
He wore a violet suit that matched the haunting, icy purple of his eyes. His features were sharp, flamboyant, and devastatingly handsome—a male version of Nan Si's own ethereal beauty.
His gaze scanned the room with a cold, murderous indifference, looking at humans as if they were mere ants.
But then, his eyes locked onto Nan Si.
The glacier in his eyes didn't just melt—it shattered. A look of raw, aching affection flooded his face.
He began to walk toward her, his every step radiating a silent, terrifying power.
Nan Si stood frozen, a piece of chocolate cake halfway to her mouth. This was her "brother"—the one who had nearly destroyed this plane.
"Sisi?" the man whispered, his voice immediately attracted the attention of Feng Yuan who was already walking towards them.