Chapter 23 – The Simp is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO 23

It was a kiss that tasted of blood. It should have been repulsive, yet it inexplicably ignited a competitive spirit in both of them. They stared at each other, eyes wide, as if they wanted to swallow the other whole, their struggle only making the kiss more intense. Such an alluring posture, coupled with the untimely stubbornness in his eyes, was enough to drive a person mad.

His little nouveau riche… was so damn sexy. When would he finally be able to make him cry completely?

Under Shuang Yu’s bewitching expression, Feng Yan’s kiss gradually softened. But such gentleness was, in fact, even more deadly. By the time it ended, Shuang Yu was practically limp in his arms. Both of them were breathing unevenly.

Feng Yan held him tightly, his eyes deep and dark as he secretly regulated his breathing. It was magical. Before the kiss, he had been so angry he wanted to destroy him. Yet, with just a single kiss, the agitation in him was completely soothed. His heart pounded wildly, feeling as soft and fluffy as if he were lying on a bed of cotton. Fine, for the sake of his little nouveau riche being so tempting, he wouldn’t hold it against him.

“Be good~ Hmm~?” Feng Yan lifted Shuang Yu’s chin, his voice husky yet filled with deep affection.

Shuang Yu bit his lower lip and glared at him, then in the next second, he raised his knee and drove it upwards forcefully. The latter’s face changed drastically as he clutched his groin and knelt on the ground. This damn brat, was he trying to murder his own husband?!

The pain made Feng Yan’s breathing tighten. A stubborn glint flashed in his eyes, and just as Shuang Yu was about to step out of the elevator, he used all his strength to raise a hand and grab his pant leg.

“Let go,” Shuang Yu ordered, frowning as he looked down.

“Darling… you’re so cruel. If I’m broken, you’ll have to take responsibility for me…” Feng Yan looked up at him, his peach-blossom eyes welling up with physiological tears from the intense pain.

It had to be said, the sight of a beauty in tears was truly captivating. Shuang Yu hadn’t wanted to bother with him, but he was seduced by that bewitching expression, and he couldn’t help but curse himself in his heart. So he was a face-con…

“Um… are you okay? Who told you to force a kiss on me!” After a moment’s hesitation, he still crouched down to ask.

“Not okay… It hurts a lot!” Feng Yan said, his eyes red as he put on a pained expression.

He had determined at a glance that Shuang Yu had no resistance to his looks. Since that was the case, he naturally wouldn’t waste his good looks and would put on a good honeypot scheme!

“Should I go get you an appointment with a urologist?” Shuang Yu asked hesitantly. They were in a hospital anyway, it was just a short walk.

“No… It’s too embarrassing… It’ll be fine if you just touch it for me.”

While Feng Yan was pretending to be weak, his hand was not idle at all. He suddenly grabbed Shuang Yu’s hand and placed it on the painful area, pulling Shuang Yu back from his astonishment. He snatched his hand back as if electrocuted, almost unable to resist the urge to crush it for him. “Are you a pervert!” he questioned, speechless.

“You’re the one who did this to me, so you have to take responsibility!” Feng Yan replied righteously.

Shuang Yu was speechless. Could he just transform into a foul-tempered little beast? This person was truly… unreasonable. Could there really be a god like this in the Immortal Realm? He began to have deep suspicions about the great figure’s origins.

Forced into a corner, Shuang Yu took off his jacket and threw it at Feng Yan, motioning for him to tie it around his waist. If he walked out like this, he, who was with the pervert, would probably be mistaken for one too.

“Darling, your fashion sense is truly unique,” Feng Yan said, taking the jacket covered in logos and praising him with a radiant smile.

Was that praise or sarcasm? Shuang Yu shot him another glare. He began to think that he would have to go to the mall later. The original host’s clothes were truly hard to look at. They were either covered in huge logos or were gaudy and flashy, with accessories consisting of thumb-thick gold necklaces, gold rings, and big gold watches. His hair was slicked back and greasy, as if he were afraid people wouldn’t know he was a nouveau riche. No matter how handsome someone was, they couldn’t pull off that look, let alone the original host who wasn’t even that good-looking…

Feng Yan sat on the floor, not getting up, just holding Shuang Yu’s jacket and sniffing it deeply, his behavior like that of a perverted stalker.

“Stop sniffing it, I’ve worn it for three days!” Shuang Yu couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out, reaching out to help him up.

“It seems my darling has a natural beauty scent. The clothes still smell wonderful after three days.” Feng Yan held back a laugh and teased.

He liked the scent on Shuang Yu. It was a faint, clean fragrance, like cedarwood, which matched his cool temperament perfectly. Shuang Yu couldn’t be bothered with this lunatic. Fearing he would sniff the jacket again, he reached out to snatch it away.

“Mine!” Feng Yan glared at him dangerously, his expression like that of a petulant child whose toy had been taken away.

“It’s mine, okay? Are you sure you want to go out like this? I’m just helping you tie it up.” Shuang Yu couldn’t stand it anymore and rolled his eyes.

Hearing that he was going to serve him personally, the latter’s face lit up with a smile. He quickly stuffed the jacket into his hands and spread his arms like an emperor waiting to be attended to. Taking the jacket, he moved closer and tied it around his waist. The posture was somewhat intimate; looking in the mirror, it was as if he were actively embracing him.

Feng Yan stared intently at the mirror, a strange feeling rising in his heart for the first time. His throat tightened, as if filled with snow, and his limbs felt frozen. Only his heart was still racing at full throttle, like a flustered deer, pumping scalding blood in all directions to melt the white snow. It was swelling, aching, and his heart was filled to the brim. Was this… satisfaction?

Feng Yan’s status meant that from birth, he could easily enjoy things that ordinary people could never touch in their lifetime. He owned many things, but his heart felt like a bottomless pit that could never be filled. No matter how much he got, he always felt empty. This was the first time that a simple embrace had made him feel as satisfied as if he had obtained the whole world!

Before Feng Yan could properly savor this magical feeling, Shuang Yu pulled away and walked out of the elevator, which had opened and closed countless times.

“Yu, wait for me.” Feng Yan flashed a brilliant smile and quickly chased after him.

While they were entangled in the elevator, Chen Dongyun had already reached the door. She didn’t enter the ward but instead ran into her very busy daughter at the doorway—Yan Qianqian!

“Mom, are you not feeling well? Why are you in a wheelchair!” Yan Qianqian asked with a look of concern, playing the part of a perfectly filial daughter.

But Chen Dongyun’s face showed no sign of missing or being affectionate towards her daughter. Her sallow face turned a little pale, and a flash of fear crossed her eyes.