Chapter 42 – The Simp is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO 42

When Shuang Yu opened his eyes again, he was met with Feng Yan’s peaceful sleeping face. Asleep, he didn’t look like a demon, but rather as beautiful as a holy angel.

Shuang Yu noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He must not have slept well since the day his proposal failed, to be sleeping so soundly now.

He felt a pang of pity, but also great annoyance. This guy had tormented him to the point of near death, yet here he was, sleeping so sweetly. How was that fair?

I should just kill him!

Shuang Yu glared angrily at Feng Yan’s serene face, only to tragically discover he didn’t even have the strength to lift a hand. Three days and three nights…

“You son of a bitch.”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Shuang Yu mustered his strength, lifted his hand, and pinched Feng Yan’s cheek, cursing under his breath.

“Woof woof…”

Feng Yan, who had woken up at some point, grinned and barked twice like a dog. He forcefully pulled Shuang Yu into his arms, planted a loud kiss on his cheek, and mumbled indistinctly, “Good morning, baby.”

“Where’s my dad!”

Shuang Yu had no desire for post-coital cuddling and questioned him fiercely.

“Don’t worry, I sent my dear father-in-law on a trip abroad. He’ll be back when he’s had enough fun,” Feng Yan answered affectionately, resting his head on Shuang Yu’s shoulder.

“What the hell do you want… There are so many men and women in this world, can’t you just let me go?”

“But I only want you.”

“What is it about me that attracts you? I’ll change it, okay?”

“Even if you change, you’ll still attract me. I just have to have you!”

The conversation went nowhere. Shuang Yu felt helpless. He had no idea what to do with Feng Yan.

“You brat, get the hell out here!”

Feng Haolin’s furious voice echoed from outside, accompanied by the incessant sound of him kicking the door.

“Be good. Just lie down if you’re tired. I’ll go check it out.”

Feng Yan planted a butterfly kiss on his brow, then threw back the covers and got out of bed. He casually draped a bathrobe over himself, walked out, and opened the door.

“It seems you’re still going strong, Dad. You still have the energy to come kick my door after three days of passion. Aren’t your legs weak?”

Opening the door, he leaned lazily against the frame, his tone teasing as he shot a smirk at Feng Haolin’s slightly trembling legs. It was obvious his father couldn’t compare to him. He was still full of vigor and could go for another three days and nights, but his dad’s legs were already shaking.

Feng Haolin was so angry he nearly disowned him.

“You brat! You’re worse than an animal, drugging your own father!”

His legs were just too weak. He leaned against the wall, trembling, wanting to kick his unfilial son but lacking the strength to do so.

“You should thank Yu. If we didn’t need people to organize our engagement banquet, you definitely wouldn’t have been allowed out of bed until you and Mom made me a little brother or sister,” Feng Yan snorted, speaking with faux compassion.

Feng Haolin nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice rising an octave. “So I’m supposed to thank you for this?”

“No need to thank me. I’m your son. It’s what I should do.”

He was so infuriating. How could he have raised such an unfilial son?

“What, you want to stuff me back in and re-forge me? Too late. You should have done that when I was born. I’m too big now; Mom can’t handle it,” Feng Yan said with a smirk.

“You… you brat!”

Feng Haolin raised his hand in anger, but he couldn’t bring himself to strike.

It had to be said that in this world, those who are favored are always fearless. Sheng Xiaoran had spent his whole life groveling and deceiving himself just to be loved. In contrast, Feng Yan, who was surrounded by love, didn’t value his parents’ affection at all, even finding them superfluous.

As Shuang Yu was lamenting this, Xiao Ai posed another soul-searching question.

[Lord Ghost Messenger, should Xiao Ai congratulate you on your happy engagement?]

His face stiffened. Belatedly realizing something was wrong, he quickly threw back the covers to get out of bed. With a sharp crack, a sound like a lightning strike shot through his lower back, and he stumbled and fell to the floor.

“Yu, are you okay!”

Feng Yan shut his old father out of the room and rushed back inside, scooping him up by the waist.

“You lunatic, I never agreed to get engaged to you!” Shuang Yu snapped furiously.

The man’s face turned cold, and he said with a sinister smile, “I’m afraid that’s not up to you!”

What did he mean? An uneasy Shuang Yu was placed back on the bed. Feng Yan then dialed Cheng Hang’s number, telling him to bring the Nianmeng Construction contract to the hotel.

Half an hour later, Shuang Yu stared at the invisible text that appeared on the contract after it was soaked in water. His face turned pale with rage, and he mercilessly threw the document at Feng Yan.

“This is fraud!”

That shameless bastard had actually tampered with the contract. A paragraph had been added with special ink that only became visible when wet.

The paragraph read: The Xisha Resort Island is part of the betrothal gift. By signing this contract, the marriage agreement is effective. If either party breaches the contract, in addition to compensating the other with their entire fortune, they will also incur a debt of one quadrillion. This debt can be repaid in two ways: one, with money; two, with one’s body, serving the other party as a slave for life without resistance. In case of breach, the debt can be repaid by the breacher’s parents!

What kind of unconscionable clause was this? Was he a lunatic?

Shuang Yu was so angry he was speechless.

[Hehehe! Isn’t this the legendary forced love?]

The ever-roasting Xiao Ai chimed in with a sinister, teasing tone.

Shuang Yu was silent. You can go stay in the Little Black Room, old man!

His head was throbbing.

“So, are you going to be my wife or my slave? It’s not like you can pay back that one quadrillion anyway,” Feng Yan asked with a smile, crossing his legs leisurely.

That smile was so glaringly smug that Shuang Yu wanted to slap him twice.

He could just leave, but what about Bai Rong? He was part of the original host’s wish!

[Lord Ghost Messenger, no need to worry. Just feign compliance and play along with him. Once Bai Rong passes away, you can just leave without a care!]

The black-hearted Xiao Ai, having struggled its way out of the Little Black Room, offered another terrible idea.

It seemed… feasible? But getting engaged and married was going too far. Wasn’t that marriage fraud?

After a moment of contemplation, Shuang Yu took a step back. “We can be together, but as for getting engaged and married… let’s talk about it later.”

Feng Yan was silent for a long time before pulling him into an embrace.

“I’ll be good, so I’ll listen to you. But… don’t make me wait too long, my dear…”

He could clearly feel the man’s body heat, yet the emptiness inside him couldn’t be filled. What did he have to do to make him completely and utterly his? Did he really have to kill him and eat him for them to become one?