The world didn't just stop for the wedding of Feng Yuan and Nan Si; it tilted on its axis.
To the public, it was the union of the mysterious, reclusive "Ice King" of the Feng Corporation and a girl who seemed to have dropped from the stars themselves.
To the inner circle—the "CEO Squad" and their ladies—it was the day a predator finally put on a leash made of silk and diamonds.
The ceremony took place on a private island in the Mediterranean, an emerald gem surrounded by water so blue it looked like liquid sapphire.
Feng Yuan hadn't just rented the island; he had bought it, renaming it "Sisi's Heart."
He had mobilized an army of workers to transplant ten thousand peach blossom trees that bloomed out of season, fueled by the latent spiritual energy lingering in the air from Nan Hu's help.
Nan Si stood in the dressing room, staring at her reflection. Her gown was a masterpiece of "World 1" luxury mixed with ethereal grace.
It was crafted from silver-threaded silk that shimmered like moonlight on water. The off-the-shoulder neckline showcased her elegant collarbones.
And the skirt trailed behind her like a fallen cloud, embroidered with thousands of tiny, crushed diamonds that caught the light with every movement.
[Host, you look... wow,] Baby said, his digital voice sounding unusually soft.
[If the Supreme God could see you now, he'd probably break the rest of his soul just to get to you faster.]
Nan Si smiled, touching the jade pendant hidden beneath her bodice—the one Nan Hu had left.
"I just want Ah Yuan to be happy, Baby. This is the first step to healing his soul."
Outside, the guest list was the most exclusive in the world.
Lu Sheng sat in the front row, looking uncharacteristically neat in a charcoal suit. He was holding the hand of Lin Xia, the fierce head of the "Wife Sanctuary."
Lin Xia looked at the floral arrangements with a critical eye, leaning over to whisper, "If you ever spend this much on a party, I'm donating the budget to the shelter."
Lu Sheng shivered, but his eyes were full of doting affection. "Anything you say, Queen. Just don't make me scrub the floors in my tuxedo."
Yan Shuo was busy adjusting a small portable fan for Su Su. "The humidity is 5% higher than optimal for your skin, Su Su. Stay close to the fan."
Su Su, soft and sweet as a marshmallow, just giggled and tucked a peach blossom behind his ear. "I'm fine, Shuo-shuo. Look, the bride is coming!"
Mo Jinnian and his childhood sweetheart, Jiang Ran, stood together with a calm, seasoned grace.
They didn't need words; they simply leaned into each other, a silent pillar of stability amidst the high-society glamour.
Then, the music changed. It wasn't a traditional march, but a haunting, melodic violin piece that sounded like the wind through the Demon Realm forests.
Nan Si appeared at the top of the aisle with her hands held by Nan Hu.
Feng Yuan, standing at the altar, felt his heart stop. He had seen her every day, had held her every night, but seeing her walk toward him in that white-and-silver cloud made him feel like he was drowning in a sea of his own obsession.
His eyes, usually cold enough to freeze an empire, were burning with a dark, doting flame.
He didn't wait for her to reach him. He stepped down from the altar, meeting her halfway—a gesture that broke every rule of etiquette but perfectly displayed his character. He took her hand from Nan Hu's hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
"Take good care of her!! Otherwise I will definitely take her back." Nan Hu said as he looked at his little sister who from a little kid has grown into a beautiful woman.
"Yes; I will definitely." Feng Yuan replied seriously as he looked at his brother-in-law with the utmost seriousness and respect for the first time.
"You're mine," As Feng Yuan held her and walked towards the main stage, he whispered, so low only she could hear. "In this life, and whatever comes after."
The vows were a blur of sweetness and tears. When the priest announced them husband and wife, Feng Yuan didn't wait for the cue.
He pulled Nan Si into a deep, possessive kiss that lasted so long Lu Sheng had to start whistling to break the tension and Nan Hu started radiating cold aura chips.
[Beep! Darkness Value: 35%!
Affection Value: 99.9%!]
[Congratulations!!! Host on your first marriage with Supreme God.] Baby said as he happily spun around the space flashing with rainbow colours.
'Thankyou baby!!!' Nan Si replied as she gazed at Feng Yuan who was smiling happily and toasting drinks with his friend and her brother.
The reception was a whirlwind of laughter and luxury.
Nan Si ate her weight in chocolate lava cakes, occasionally sneaking a spicy gluten strip from a hidden pocket in her dress—a secret supply Feng Yuan had personally placed there.
The Mediterranean moon hung low over "Sisi's Heart," casting a silver glow over the silent peach blossoms.
Inside the master suite of the villa, the air was thick—not with the scent of the sea, but with the heavy, intoxicating fragrance of expensive incense and the lingering sweetness of the wedding cake.
Feng Yuan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silk waistcoat discarded on a chair.
He was unbuttoning his cuffs, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator who finally had his prey cornered in a golden cage.
[Host! Host!] Baby whispered, his holographic form flickering dim.
[Darkness Value is at a stable 30%, but the 'Possessiveness' meter is literally off the charts. I'm going to... uh... go into sleep mode and run some system updates. Good luck!]
Nan Si sat on the edge of the massive bed, her silver silk gown pooled around her like a shimmering lake. She looked up as Feng Yuan turned around.
In the dim light, his eyes weren't just dark; they were burning with a "blackened" intensity that made her breath hitch.
"Ah Yuan..." she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
He didn't speak. He crossed the room in three long strides and knelt before her, just as he had done so many times before.
But this time, he didn't reach for her socks. He took her small, delicate hands in his, pressing his forehead against her knees.
"You're finally mine," he rasped, his voice vibrating through her skin.
"No more 'big brother' No more 'Lin Xia and others'. Just me. Tell me, Sisi... are you afraid?"
Nan Si reached out, her fingers trembling as she stroked his dark hair. "I'm not afraid of you, Ah Yuan. I told you, I came here for you."
Feng Yuan looked up, his gaze locking onto her jade eyes. The ruthless, cold Ceo was gone; in his place was a man consumed by a doting madness.
He stood up, pulling her with him, his hands sliding down to her waist to crush her against his chest.
"I wanted to lock you away today," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot.
"When I saw every man in that crowd looking at you, I wanted to tear their eyes out. I wanted to wrap you in a cloak and hide you in the cellar where only I could see you."
Nan Si pouted, her mischievous nature flickering even now. "But then who would eat your spicy strips? The cellar is too cold for me, Ah Yuan."
Listening to Nan Si's sweet word, all his jealousy extinguished. A low, dark chuckle escaped his throat. "Then I'll just have to keep you warm myself."
He leaned down, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that wasn't sweet or gentle—it was a claim.
It tasted of the wine they'd shared and the raw, desperate hunger of a soul that had been fragmented and lonely for eons.
He swept her up into his arms, her silver dress rustling like silk wings, and laid her back against the pillows.
The blackening and fire in his eyes flared as he looked down at her.
He began to undo the hidden laces of her bodice, his fingers surprisingly steady despite the fire in his gaze.
"I'm going to spoil you until you can't walk," he promised, his voice a low vibration.
"I'm going to love you until you forget there's a world outside this room. You are my light, Sisi... and I am a man who has lived in the dark for too long."
Nan Si wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down. "Then stay in the light with me, Ah Yuan."
That night, the villa on the private island remained silent to the world, but inside, the "Ice King" finally melted into a sea of possessive, doting passion.
Every touch was a vow, every kiss a tether, binding the fragment of the Supreme God to the little fox who had crossed worlds to find him.
After the chaos of two days in their bedroom,
the couple stood on the balcony of their honeymoon suite.
"Ah Yuan," Nan Si murmured, leaning against his chest. "You promised me the world."
Feng Yuan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. "And I'm a man of my word. The jet is fueled. The yacht is waiting in the Maldives. Where do you want to go first, my little fox?"
"Everywhere," she said, her jade eyes reflecting the stars. "I want to see the Aurora in the North, the rainforests in the South, and the old castles in the West."
The next two years were a dream of shifting landscapes.
They watched the sunrise over the Himalayas, where Feng Yuan carried her up the slopes because the air was "too thin" for her to walk.
They walked through the streets of Paris, where Feng Yuan bought an entire boutique because Nan Si liked the color of a single ribbon.
They stayed in a glass igloo in Finland, watching the green lights dance across the sky while wrapped in a single, oversized fur blanket.
Everywhere they went, the world saw a terrifying tycoon who had turned into a doting servant.
However, during their third year of travel, as they were exploring a remote coastal village in Southeast Asia, the "Sweetness" met a moment of reality.
They had stopped at the site of a tragic accident—a landslide that had claimed many lives.
Amidst the wreckage, Nan Si heard a faint, weak cry. Using her spiritual senses, she pointed to a pile of debris.
"Ah Yuan! There! Someone is under there!"
The rescue team pulled out a baby boy, no more than six months old. He was covered in dust, his parents gone, his tiny heartbeat flickering like a candle in a gale.
Nan Si's heart shattered. She reached out, her fingers glowing with a faint, translucent jade light.
She pricked her finger, letting a single drop of her blood essence fall into the child's mouth.
The boy's eyes fluttered open. As the exhaustion vanished, replaced by a sudden, vibrant life.
He looked at Nan Si, and his eyes—originally dark—seemed to shimmer with a faint, ghostly violet tint.
"We're keeping him," Nan Si said, her voice firm.
Feng Yuan looked at the baby. He didn't see a helpless orphan; he saw a tiny intruder who was currently clutching Nan Si's finger with a death grip.
He saw a "rival" who would take away her attention, her hugs, and her sleep.
"Sisi, we can find him the best foster home—"
"No," Nan Si pouted, her eyes welling with tears. "He has my blood essence now, Ah Yuan. He's... he's like a piece of me. You said you'd listen to me in everything!"
Feng Yuan froze. He looked at the baby, then at his wife's tearful face. The "Ice King" let out a long, defeated sigh.
"Fine. But he sleeps in the nursery. Not in our bed."
They named him Feng Shi.
As Feng Shi grew over the next few months of their travel, he became a miniature version of the chaos Nan Si brought into Feng Yuan's life.
Because of the blood essence, the boy developed a startling resemblance to Nan Si—the same jade-tinted glow to his skin and a mischievous spark in his eyes.
The "Domestic War" intensified.
Whenever Feng Yuan tried to kiss Nan Si, Feng Shi would crawl between them and let out a high-pitched wail.
Whenever Feng Yuan tried to take Nan Si out for a romantic dinner, Feng Shi would accidentally manifest a tiny bit of spiritual pressure, making the babysitters flee in terror.
By the time they returned to China, Feng Yuan was so jealous of his own son that he looked like he was about to "blacken" all over again.
The SUV pulled up to the Feng Villa, where Mrs. Feng and Mr. Feng was waiting at the door, her arms outstretched.
"My grandson! Give me my grandson!" she cheered.
"Careful!!" Feng Yuan father said as he looked at Mrs. Feng with the same tenderness that Feng Yuan reserves only for his Sisi.
Feng Yuan nodded at his dad and didn't hesitate. He practically handed the boy over like a hot potato. "Here. He's yours. Keep him for a month. Or a year."
"Ah Yuan!" Nan Si scolded, though she was giggling as she kissed the baby's forehead.
Nan Hu, who had sensed the return of his sister's aura, appeared in a swirl of violet mist. He looked at the baby, his eyes widening.
"He has the aura of the Nine-Tailed Clan? Sisi, you... you had a child with this mortal?"
"He's adopted, Brother! But he has my essence."
Nan Hu picked up Feng Shi, looking at the boy's violet-tinted eyes.
"A prince... a little prince for the Demon Realm! I shall bring him the Dragon Marrow and the Phoenix Feathers! He shall be my heir!"
"He's a Feng!" Feng Yuan barked, stepping between them. "He'll be the head of the Feng Corporation!"
"He's a Demon!" Nan Hu countered.
Nan Si ignored them both, walking into the villa and flopping onto the sofa.
"Baby, I'm hungry. I want spicy strips and a chocolate fountain."
[Host,] Baby sighed, his digital eyes rolling.
[You've achieved 99% Affection. The original owner's wishes are almost all fulfilled. You're living the dream... but don't forget, time moves differently for mortals.]
Nan Si's smile faltered for a second as she looked at Feng Yuan. He was currently arguing with Nan Hu, looking vibrant, powerful, and deeply in love.
But she saw the way he occasionally rubbed his shoulder—an old injury from his early years of building his empire alone.
She realized that while she was an immortal lotus, he was a fragment of a soul tied to a mortal shell.
"Ah Yuan," she whispered to herself. "I'll make every second of these sixty years count."