Chapter 29 – The Simp is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO 29

“Mmph…”

What was with this lunatic now! Shuang Yu was almost suffocated by the kiss. The more he struggled, the more fiercely the other kissed him.

“Darling, I’ve been very good today. This is the reward I deserve,” Feng Yan’s voice was hoarse and dangerous as he whispered into his ear.

“You-you’re insane…” This was a public place! Shuang Yu’s voice trembled, and his body tensed up. He couldn’t even imagine what would happen if outsiders found out they were kissing in a changing room…

“So, my darling is a little pervert who likes this kind of thrilling situation… Don’t worry, I… like it very much too!” Feng Yan teased in a husky whisper, his words slightly slurred, yet all the more irresistible.

He… had finally seen him cry, just as he had wished. Just as he had imagined, he was both pure and seductive, utterly bewitching. He wanted to see more, to see him break down completely because of him… People were indeed greedy animals, never satisfied with what they had in front of them!

Shuang Yu was his!

Fifteen minutes later, Shuang Yu emerged from the fitting room with his head bowed, not even daring to look at anyone’s expression. That… lunatic! Shuang Yu’s slightly red eyes glared at him fiercely. He pulled the brim of his hat down even lower and quickly left.

Feng Yan, who had eaten his fill, chuckled lightly, took out a black card, and gestured for the staff to ring up the purchase. His phone rang. It was his assistant, Cheng Hang.

“President Feng, we’ve caught Wang Yunfei.”

“I’ll handle it myself,” Feng Yan said, a corner of his mouth twitching up as murderous intent raged in his eyes.

He was a very vindictive person. The way Wang Yunfei had looked at him in the restaurant last time had really pissed him off. He had been looking for that old bastard for days, but the man had been hiding in his mistress’s house and not coming out. After seeing Yan Qianqian today, Feng Yan was even more annoyed. He had been planning to have his men storm the house and drag him out, but the old bastard came out on his own, saving him a lot of trouble. He hadn’t gotten enough of a fight at noon, so he hoped the old bastard’s body could take a beating. Since he was sexually frustrated and a punching bag had just delivered itself to him, he certainly wouldn’t show any mercy.

*

Shuang Yu rushed home in a hurry. Bai Rong, who had arrived home before him, was holding a glass of milk. Seeing his son return, he asked in confusion, “Why is your face as red as a monkey’s ass?”

Shuang Yu’s mind once again flashed back to the unspeakable scene in the changing room, and his face turned another shade redder.

“It’s a bit hot outside…”

“It is quite hot. I just poured this cold milk. Do you want some?” Bai Rong nodded in agreement and handed him the glass of cold milk.

Shuang Yu nearly exploded on the spot. “I don’t want it, and you shouldn’t drink it either! Drink carrot juice, it’s healthier!”

He snatched the glass from Bai Rong’s hand, rushed to the counter to pour it out, and turned on the tap to rinse the glass thoroughly. What was this kid freaking out about now? Milk was good for calcium and protein, what was so bad about it… Didn’t he love drinking it when he was little? Bai Rong was completely bewildered, once again feeling the generation gap between him and his son.

After dinner that evening, Shuang Yu was in the study looking over documents. Normally, he could calm his mind, but today his thoughts were a mess. Just thinking about that psycho Feng Yan gave him a massive headache. Why couldn’t he just refuse him! He was very annoyed.

[Admit it, Lord Ghost Messenger, you’re just a face-con!]

Xiao Ai chimed in with its timely commentary.

“Can I really not just kill him?” Shuang Yu asked with a cold face.

[Actually, my lord, you don’t need to feel guilty. The Underworld only requires you to ferry the evil spirits back. Besides murder, the Underworld Bureau won’t interfere with anything you do. You can just treat this as a one-night stand during your vacation.]

Xiao Ai consoled him.

“If I can’t resist, I should just lie back and enjoy it?” Shuang Yu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

[Exactly. Ordinary people don’t get to enjoy such blessings.] Xiao Ai said in a tone filled with envy and jealousy.

Could he really just sleep with him and run, without taking any responsibility? Shuang Yu was a bit skeptical. After all, the other party’s identity was quite formidable. What if he sought revenge after returning to his original status in the future?

[You’re worrying about nothing. What’s his status, and what’s yours? How could someone of his stature possibly seek revenge on a small fry like you!]

Shuang Yu was speechless. It seemed like that made sense. It was just a fleeting romance anyway. If he took it seriously, he would be the one to lose! And being able to press that face down beneath him… it seemed like he was the one who was actually profiting? Shuang Yu, who had instinctively placed himself in the top position, quickly came to accept it. He decided to just let nature take its course!

[Ding, Vicious Ghost’s Resentment reduced by 5. Current Resentment: 50.]

Xiao Ai suddenly started broadcasting. Shuang Yu was completely bewildered. A pie had just fallen from the sky while he was sitting at home? No, he hadn’t done anything. Why would the original host’s resentment decrease?!

Knock, knock—

A knock on the door sounded. Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Shuang Yu got up to open it.

“Son, the delivery men brought a lot of clothes. The living room is almost full. You should go take a look!” Bai Rong said with a troubled expression.

He felt like he understood his son less and less. The old Shuang Yu would also waste money, but he had never been this crazy. Shuang Yu’s brow twitched. He couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose and curse under his breath, “Psycho Feng!”

In an abandoned factory, Feng Yan took off his blood-stained white gloves and threw them on the ground. He took the handkerchief handed to him by Cheng Hang and, while wiping the blood spattered on his face, dialed Shuang Yu’s number. On the ground, Wang Yunfei lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing. Nearby, Cheng Hang wiped the blood off a USB drive he had handed over, inserted it into an ultra-thin laptop, opened a file, and started playing it. An extremely cringe-worthy scene appeared, accompanied by the sound of a woman’s fake moans that made one’s scalp tingle.