Feng Chengjin naturally knew. Mo Tong quietly glanced at the LCD screen, but what he didn’t know was... "What’s wrong with Snake?" "Oh, nothing." Looking at his uncle’s solemn expression, Yu Xi hopelessly covered his face, "Ah..." he sighed, resigned to his fate, picked up the controller, and sat back down on the carpet. "It’s fine, play, play well, keep playing, we’ll battle till dawn. If Grandpa asks why I came to stay with you these days, I’ll just say Uncle doesn’t go on dates at night but plays Snake with me instead." Feng Chengjin’s lips twitched: "..." Sitting cross-legged on the carpet opposite the coffee table, Yu Xi began to eat a steak for a late-night snack, and also pulled out a bottle of red wine from his wine cabinet, sipping in annoyance and frustration. Feng Chengjin rested one arm on the armrest of the sofa, legs crossed, slightly raised an eyebrow, "Weren’t you not playing anymore? Why are you looking at me like that?" Beside him, the maid quietly tidied up the game console, cleaning up the battlefield. "Something’s off." Yu Xi shook his head, couldn’t help but clicked his tongue several times. The strange state made Feng Chengjin pick up the wine glass, turned his head to take a sip of wine, feeling the rich taste turn over on his tongue, "What’s off?" "Uncle, there’s something off about you lately." Yu Xi cut a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing while continuing to squint his eyes in suspicion, "You were never this easygoing before, much less would compromise so easily after mentioning Grandpa, and finally, you wouldn’t give up what you were originally doing just because of a complaint from me." Feng Chengjin pursed his lips and said nothing. Yu Xi looked more deeply, swallowed that piece of steak, and scanned Feng Chengjin up and down, "Uncle, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me and want to do something against natural morals and ethical principles with me!" "Pfft." Feng Chengjin nearly choked on his wine. In the living room, the two maids cleaning up couldn’t help but laugh quietly. Frowning, looking coldly over, Feng Chengjin said, "What nonsense are you talking?" His cold demeanor was like a lion’s. Yu Xi was intimidated, his face turning slightly pale, and withdrew his conflicted expression, muttering, "Then why is a thirty-four-year-old man like you not listening to Grandpa and going out to find a woman in the middle of the night, but instead calling me to do these boring things with you?" Yu Xi couldn’t think of a suitable reason after searching his mind, so he just made up something. Thinking about his uncle’s demeanor, he really didn’t understand why so many women liked him. But the words "not finding a woman in the middle of the night" completely ignited Feng Chengjin’s deep black eyes, which had been somewhat restrained all day. Not wanting to talk to Yu Xi anymore, he put down the wine glass and turned to head upstairs, "Wash your own dishes when you’re done eating, don’t bother Chef Chen. Also, be careful while eating. If you dare spill anything on the carpet, you’re dead!" The cold voice made Yu Xi look pitifully at Chef Chen, who had just finished tidying up the kitchen. Chef Chen glanced at the tall figure of the master, then at Yu Xi’s expression, let out a low laugh, and pretended not to have seen anything, wiped his hands, and walked out. The two maids who had tidied up the game console in the living room also suppressed their smiles and quietly left. Everyone’s gone, leaving only Yu Xi alone in the living room. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NovєlFіre.net Yu Xi held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, looking utterly frustrated. What’s all this nonsense! The Feng family, with a family fortune of at least 200 billion RMB even without ancestral property, has never seen a young master who has to wash his own dishes after eating a late-night snack! And they said it was good to come here. Pah! Good my foot! It’s better to have been pampered by Grandma in the old mansion! While cutting his steak, Yu Xi was eating angrily, while also plotting his revenge. He’s 14 years younger than Feng Chengjin, so he’s been oppressed by him in every way from childhood to adulthood. If Feng Chengjin gets married this year, he could have a child next year. If the pregnancy goes smoothly, the brat could be born the year after that. If it’s a girl, never mind, but with a 50% chance, waiting for a boy will definitely be in the next 2 or 3 years. Thinking about that little brat with a tiny ding-dong, Yu Xi’s eyes suddenly shone, as if he had something to look forward to in his future life. Reflecting on his dark childhood and numerous beatings he endured. The more Yu Xi thought about it, the colder his laughter became, until the flash of coldness in Mo Tong’s eyes turned into a full-fledged sneer. Upstairs, after Feng Chengjin finished his shower and lay back down in the middle of the large white bed, Gu Zixuan’s alluring collar from earlier in the day flashed in his mind. Thinking about the sensation of kissing her, about her half-open alluring lips, looking at him as if she were waiting for him to pick her. A black tight camisole... Feng Chengjin’s eyes were half-closed, a beam of light arced out, and his lips slightly curled into a smile. It seems he really hadn’t seen her dressed before. With one hand supporting his head, he leaned against the soft goose feather pillow, reached for a rose gold iPhone 6s under the pillow, turned it on, and opened it. This was the one he swapped out then. At this moment, looking at the album inside, it was filled with pictures of Gu Zixuan. His lips curled deeper into a smile. He clicked on them one by one, zoomed in, scrutinizing her outfits and her expressions one by one. Until finally, after who knows how many times he had viewed them, he turned off the phone and slipped it back under the pillow. He then picked up his wallet, pulled out her graduation photo, and looked at it. He looked at it, as if it was not enough, then turned it over to see the signature on the back. As the clear and graceful handwriting appeared in his mind. Only then did he manage to suppress the impulse that had been pent up for a whole day, one he hadn’t released in a long time. After all, he was thirty-four, and since... eight years ago... Having no memories of sleeping in any woman’s bed since then, Feng Chengjin couldn’t help but smile helplessly. He lowered his gaze and looked at the empty pillow beside him, recalling his mother’s words, "Aren’t you tired of sleeping in a cold 2.2-meter-wide bed?" Feng Chengjin shook his head, turned off the light, and slipped into the covers. His tall figure made the bed curve. He knew it was cold, even uncomfortable and restless, but what else could he do? Thinking of Gu Zixuan’s stubborn little nature, Feng Chengjin felt that his bed might stay cold for a long time. Calming himself, he fell asleep. In the dream, although Feng Chengjin tried hard to suppress it, some thoughts did drift back to eight years ago... That was the third time he possessed her. In the morning, sunlight poured through the window, shining in from the curtains’ edge. Feng Chengjin woke up to see Gu Zixuan’s calm and rosy sleeping face and smiled softly. The hospital beds abroad aren’t big; honestly, the 1.3-meter width felt small, even for him alone, let alone two people. But this time, strangely enough, he never felt the bed was too small. It seemed the distance while cuddling was just right. Especially... neither of them were wearing anything under the covers... His gaze dropped, just enough to see the edge of the covers, revealing an elusive snowy curve... dotted with red marks—not just there, even the neck, behind the ears, and shoulders had them... She seemed to have been worn out last night. At this moment, her little hand was on his shoulder, lazily hugging his neck, snuggling like a cat. Their body temperatures met, very warm and quite beautiful. Feng Chengjin’s smile grew wider as the hand around her waist involuntarily tightened a bit. He saw Gu Zixuan subtly frown and let out a hum of discomfort. Therefore, his unconscious tightening then added a few more urges to pull her deeper into his embrace. Mo Tong’s deep eyes narrowed slightly; without much thought, he kissed. Dense kisses traced down from her forehead... Gu Zixuan awoke. Due to impaired vision, whether Gu Zixuan was awake or not, she saw the same dark world. But she still felt something different beside her. Blushing, she nudged him, "You..." Feng Chengjin didn’t give her much chance to speak, murmuring against her lip line, "I couldn’t help it." His straightforwardness made Gu Zixuan entirely blush, also amused. Her lips pursed slightly, especially since she sensed his reaction intensely. Pausing, she whispered blushingly, "Then... hurry up, the nurse should come to check soon." Feng Chengjin chuckled lowly, casting a deep, amused glance at her. Unable to resist the intense friction between their bodies any longer, he turned over, pulled the blanket over them. They were like a pair of lovers stealing moments until the nurse came for rounds, too late to get dressed, and then got reprimanded by the hospital during rounds! ================================= Years later, baby Feng was born. Feng Yuxi gazed at the big-eyed, beautifully mesmerizing baby still sucking a pacifier, and all the times Feng Chengjin bullied him flashed in his mind. Letting out a cold laugh, he planned his revenge. Before he made a move. "Slap!" A crisp sound, and baby Feng slapped him on the face. Feng Yuxi was stunned, dazed, unable to react for a long time. When he did, anger bubbled as he prepared to smack the little bottom hard. "Slap!" Baby Feng slapped a second time. Seemingly amused, baby Feng laughed "giggling." Feng Yuxi was truly about to explode! Rolling up his sleeves, he turned the little brat in the crib, ready to act. But before a slap could land, a shadow loomed behind him, "What are you doing?" The sinister tone made Feng Yuxi shiver. He turned and saw the tall, stern figure. Feng Yuxi stammered, "Little uncle, I..." The next moment, Feng Yuxi was dragged out by Feng Chengjin, grabbing his collar. And so, from the darkest corner of Feng Mansion came Feng Yuxi’s anguished cries, "Little uncle, I was wrong, I wasn’t going to hit your son. I was just having a friendly nephew-uncle interaction, I... ah!!"