Chapter 47 – The Simp is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO 47
Shuang Yu looked at her, furious and cornered, a thin, cold smile playing on his lips. As his words fell, Captain Qin also led his men into the hall, walking straight towards them.
In that instant, Yan Qianqian’s expression twisted horribly.
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained. A mere billion is enough to make you serve a life sentence. Yan Qianqian, I’ll make sure you can never make a comeback in this lifetime!” Shuang Yu said, a soul-stirringly faint smile on his lips.
No. She wouldn’t lose. She was reborn, she had every advantage. How could she possibly lose to this stupid, simp of a nouveau riche!
Yan Qianqian’s eyes filled with a cold light and despair. She suddenly snatched a steak knife from a dining table and lunged at Shuang Yu with a ferocious expression.
“Go to hell, you son of a bitch! Even if I die, I’m taking you with me!”
Idiot, I’m already dead.
Shuang Yu’s face was cold, not taking her seriously at all. He was confident he could subdue Yan Qianqian, but he never expected Feng Yan to suddenly rush out.
Puchi—
The steak knife plunged into Feng Yan’s abdomen. He frowned, looking at Shuang Yu with deep affection. “Baby, this time, you’ll have to repay me by marrying me, won’t you…?”
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Shuang Yu’s heart pounded violently. He never imagined that Psycho Feng would jump out to take a knife for him. His frozen heart felt as if a giant stone had been dropped into it, sending ripples spreading out layer by layer.
Plop—
His steps unsteady, Feng Yan staggered and fell into the pool.
“Feng Yan!”
Shuang Yu’s pupils contracted as he shouted, quickly diving into the pool after him.
Everyone was caught off guard by the accident. The police pinned Yan Qianqian to the ground while others scrambled to call an ambulance.
Splash—
A short while later, Shuang Yu emerged from the water, having rescued the unconscious Feng Yan. Others rushed to help pull Feng Yan ashore.
“Oh no, he’s not breathing!” someone shouted, trembling.
“Move!”
Shuang Yu coldly pushed the others aside and knelt on the ground to perform first aid on Feng Yan. He performed chest compressions, but when he saw no improvement, he took a deep breath, leaned over, pinched Feng Yan’s nose, and tilted his head back to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
The moment their lips touched, the unresponsive man suddenly moved. His hot lips actively darted into Shuang Yu’s mouth, their lips and tongues intertwining. Shuang Yu’s eyes widened.
Feng Yan slowly opened his eyes, his peach-blossom eyes flowing with intoxicating charm. “My dear, you kissed me on your own initiative. You lose! I already own your ass, so let’s switch it to a bunny girl costume instead!”
This lunatic! Both angry and heartbroken, Shuang Yu, his eyes red with panic, shoved him away and slapped his chest hard, roaring, “You lunatic! What time is it for you to be playing tricks on me!”
“Ouch, ouch, ouch… Wifey, I’m injured, be gentle. Are you trying to murder your husband? If I die, you’ll be a widow. Don’t even think about finding a new love. I’m well-endowed and skilled in bed. Besides me, who in this world can satisfy your great addiction…”
Shuang Yu was speechless. Is it too late for me to kill him right now?
Feng Yan’s smile was brilliant as he kissed his lips hard in front of everyone. Once the kiss was over, he pressed his nose against his and said in a hoarse voice, “Be good. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets thirty years in prison, a fate where she can neither live nor die!”
Shuang Yu listened quietly without retorting. The moment his words fell, he princess-carried him up in front of the cheering crowd. “Let’s go to the hospital.”
Then, amidst the cheers of the crowd, he carried Feng Yan and left. In his arms, Feng Yan laughed like a madman who had just gained the entire world.
*
Half a year had passed since Yan Qianqian caused a scene at the engagement party. Shuang Yu had changed the tragic fate of most people. Sheng Xiaoran and Ji Jiaxuan got married and also gained control of the company. Sheng Xiaojing left the country and settled abroad. Gao Yiwen’s studio was booming, and with Feng Yan’s backing, she began to expand internationally. The movie directed by Lu Zihan, funded by Shuang Yu’s investment, was successfully filmed and would be officially released next year.
Today was the day of the public trial. The final verdict was that Yan Qianqian was found guilty of fraud and intentional injury. All her personal assets were confiscated, and she was sentenced to thirty years in prison.
Walking out of the courthouse, Shuang Yu looked up at the azure sky. In mid-air, the radiant smile of the original host appeared.
[Ding! Vicious Ghost’s resentment -10. Current resentment: 9.]
Xiao Ai’s notification sounded in his mind again.
In the blink of an eye, thirty years passed. Shuang Yu never agreed to Feng Yan’s marriage proposal, and the two lived together as partners. He fulfilled his filial duties to Bai Rong on behalf of the original host, and Bai Rong lived to the ripe old age of 85. The original host’s resentment was down to 2 points.
Early one morning, Shuang Yu fed a small bowl of meat congee to Bai Rong, who could no longer walk.
“Dad, the weather is nice today. Let me take you outside to get some sun,” he said softly to Bai Rong after putting down the bowl and chopsticks.
Bai Rong nodded with a smile.
“I’ll do it.”
Feng Yan, now middle-aged, beat him to it, lifting Bai Rong from the bed and placing him in the wheelchair. Bai Rong’s health had started to decline six months ago. To help him recuperate, Feng Yan had moved them all to live abroad. The air here was very good. The two of them pushed Bai Rong towards the lawn.
They were only halfway there when the blanket on Bai Rong’s lap suddenly fell to the ground. At the same time, Xiao Ai’s voice sounded in his mind.
[Ding! Vicious Ghost’s resentment -1. Current: 1. Keep it up, Lord. You’re about to complete the mission and guide the original host!]
Shuang Yu stopped, squatted down, picked up the blanket from the ground, and gently placed it back on Bai Rong’s lap. Bai Rong had passed away. His hair was white, his face was kind, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.
Shuang Yu thought he wouldn’t be sad. After all, he was a cold-hearted Ghost Messenger, long accustomed to separation. But the truth was, he had developed feelings for the people of this world. Bai Rong’s death made his heart feel as if it had been wrapped in a cloth and punched hard—it was both painful and stuffy.
He gently caressed his heart, rested his face on Bai Rong’s lap, and called out with a choked voice, “Dad…”
But this time, no one could answer him. Feng Yan’s eyes reddened slightly. He squatted down and gently hugged him, offering silent comfort and encouragement.
“I’m fine… After Dad’s funeral, let’s go on a date.”
Shuang Yu knew his time to leave had come. The final date was both compensation and a farewell.
Feng Yan’s expression suddenly changed. After a long silence, he forced a smile. “Alright.”
On the day of the funeral, however, Shuang Yu discovered that the psycho had disappeared with his father’s ashes! Shuang Yu searched the entire city but couldn’t find any trace of Feng Yan!
His phone rang, and he answered it anxiously. Feng Yan’s heavy voice came through.
“Yu, I’m waiting for you in the depths of the sea!”
The call disconnected. His secretary, Cheng Hang, appeared, his expression complicated. “This way, President Bai!”
Taking a speedboat, the two headed out to the deep sea, where they eventually saw the yacht Feng Yan had given him—The Shuangyu. Feng Yan stood on the deck, holding the urn, looking at him with a desolate expression.