Chapter 44

Ji Qingyu knew that the room had good soundproofing, and the study shielded the master bedroom, so no matter how much noise they made, it was unlikely to be heard clearly outside. But she bit her lip hard.

The first time tonight, even though the car’s back seat was spacious, it still felt narrow. She was overly tense, constantly worried that a third bored person in Jing City might come to the hillside to watch the stars. She remained tense and refused to relax. Feng Chengze wasn’t satisfied either and had to end it hastily. He wanted to go home even more than she did. Hearing her suppressed moans and sighs, he was so close to her that he couldn’t hear clearly either, so he had to control himself to go slower, as she expected.

She went from clinging to his shoulders to helplessly holding his head. In fact, Feng Chengze didn’t have much experience either. Thanks to the deep kisses from before, which served as a kind of rehearsal for him, he roughly knew how to make her feel more pleasure. She was actually very ticklish. His hair brushed against her collarbone, and his breath sprayed on her delicate skin, causing slight tingles, but at this moment, she couldn’t focus on anything else and didn’t feel it as strongly.

If Feng Chengze was restrained in the car, he was completely out of control now. Ji Qingyu, immersed in it, could feel his intensity and urgency as if he had been unleashed. Her head hit the headboard several times, and when she tried to escape, he pulled her back.

Mao Feifei had once told her that people would cry out involuntarily at the peak of pleasure. She didn’t believe it, thinking it was an exaggeration. Now, she believed it. Consciously, she didn’t want to cry, but when he lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, she realized she was crying again. This man was really something else.
She cried, and he had the audacity to laugh softly.

“So it wasn’t because of that.” As he carried her to the bathroom, he suddenly sighed and said this, as if talking to himself.

That… what was that? She wanted to ask but was too exhausted and decided to interrogate him properly tomorrow, provided she remembered.
…

Ji Qingyu quickly fell asleep under the covers. Listening to the even breathing beside her, Feng Chengze got up, turned on his phone screen, and simply tightened the bag in the trash can. There wasn’t much trash, just some torn packaging and two used condoms wrapped in tissues. It was very late, but he wasn’t sleepy. On the contrary, his body and nerves were in a state of excitement. Not wanting to disturb her rest, he left the master bedroom and went to the study.

The situation in the second half of today’s auction had already been relayed to him by Chen Xiuren two hours ago, and it was as expected. With so many eyes watching, A Yu wouldn’t lose his mind, so everything was peaceful. After a brief thought, he replied to Chen Xiuren’s message: “Thank you for your hard work.”

Unlike the Feng and Shao families, the Chen family’s rise wasn’t very clean. Looking across Jing City, no family’s information came faster or more accurately than the Chen family’s, so he and Shao Qin often asked Chen Xiuren to help with things they couldn’t do openly.

Chen Xiuren replied with a question mark: “Still not asleep?”

Feng Chengze immediately replied: “The celebration is coming up, very busy, worked overtime until now.”

Chen Xiuren: “Sent to the wrong person? Meant for your wife?”

Otherwise, why report progress and situation to him? He didn’t ask or care.

Feng Chengze: “Yes.”

Chen Xiuren: “Do you want to talk about that kid now?”

Before Feng Chengze could reply, Chen Xiuren, tired of typing sentimental messages with his buddy all night, called directly and got straight to the point: “There’s something I don’t quite understand. Is this kid trying to mess with you, or… something feels off.”

Feng Chengze understood Chen Xiuren’s confusion. He felt the same.

Whatever someone does, there’s always a purpose. If the purpose isn’t clear and people can’t see through it, then things are definitely not as simple as they seem.

The two were old friends, and their thoughts and minds were aligned within seconds.

Without Feng Chengze needing to say anything, Chen Xiuren understood, “Alright, leave this to me. I’ll make sure to investigate the situation in Mexico thoroughly.”

After hanging up, Feng Chengze handled some more work in the study. Feeling tired, he finally returned to the master bedroom. The curtains gently swayed, and a beam of bright moonlight shone in. He lay back on the bed, holding the sleeping Ji Qingyu, and focused on her sleeping face, feeling her warm breath.

This face was indeed beautiful, even without wearing anything. He wondered what dream she was having as she unconsciously smiled in her sleep. He leaned in and gave her a light kiss.

Meanwhile, in another room, the feathers of a dreamcatcher swayed—
“Feng Yu, you might not know, but when children have nightmares, they wake up scared and crying. It’s so pitiful. Native Americans hang dreamcatchers by their children’s windows or beds to trap the nightmares.

“You said you have insomnia, right? I hope you won’t be troubled by nightmares anymore.” Feng Yu took it, about to promise his cute and thoughtful girlfriend that even if it broke, he would always carry it and hang it by his bed no matter where he was in the world, when the scene shifted, and he found himself on Songjing Road. Desperately looking at the person bending over and apologizing to the person in the car, he promised, “Qingyu, I was wrong to her in the past. Believe me, this is the first and the last time. I’ll be back soon. Wait for me.”

The woman in the back seat stared at him, her eyes red, but she held back her tears. She turned her head away and choked out, “I don’t believe you! If there’s a first time, there will be a second, third, countless times. Do you know what day it is today?”

Under the urging of his friends, he left in a hurry, saying, “Wait for me to come back,” and got into the car.

An hour later, when he rushed back, the car was there, but the person was gone.

“Feng Yu.”

The woman, whose eyes no longer held the gentle smile of the past, finally came downstairs to see him. She didn’t look at her favorite roses but instead gazed at him calmly. “Don’t you understand? You aren’t the one who decides if this is the first and last time. It’s me. I wasn’t just saying it out of anger that day, and I’m not now. Don’t come looking for me again. I don’t want to go through that a second time.”
…

Uncle Yang, the housekeeper, woke up early every day. After turning fifty, he slept much less than before. As the sky began to lighten, he had already come over from the annex. Before stepping onto the stairs, he looked up and saw Feng Yu standing on the terrace, lost in thought. Surprised, he quickly approached and asked with concern, “Still struggling with jet lag? Want me to make you a snack?”

“No need,” Feng Yu shook his head with a smile. “It’s not about jet lag. I had a nightmare, got scared, and don’t want to sleep anymore.”

Uncle Yang hesitated, unsure of what to say to comfort him, so he remained silent. Few people working in the Feng family knew about past events, and those who did keep it to themselves.

Feng Yu noticed the difficulty in Uncle Yang’s eyes and said calmly, “Grandpa used to say that I’m playful and have a short attention span and that this trait would be my downfall. I didn’t believe him or listen, but now I think he was right.”

Uncle Yang understood the underlying meaning of his words. He was reminded of the Feng brothers’ childhood. The elder was steady, while the younger was playful. One day, before the late Mr. Feng passed away, he wanted to take his grandsons on a trip to relax. The elder brother methodically completed all his school and home assignments, while the younger one wanted to play games one day and soccer the next. The day before the trip, he sprained his ankle. Mr. Feng, determined to teach his grandson a lesson, went on the trip without him despite his cries.

Uncle Yang sighed wistfully. He thought that if Mr. Feng were still alive, he would probably scoff and say, “Serves you right.”

Morning.

Thanks to Yuan Bao, Ji Qingyu’s biological clock had become more regular. When she woke up, one leg was draped over Feng Chengze’s waist, clinging to him like an octopus. It was fortunate he didn’t push her away. If someone clung to her like a koala while she slept, she would have kicked them off without hesitation.

Feng Chengze had a good temper and didn’t have morning grumpiness.
Of course, the man who had exhausted her until late last night didn’t deserve to have morning grumpiness. She wanted to get up and push him away, but he rolled over and pinned her down. Half-asleep, his hands were already wandering under her nightgown. She hurriedly grabbed his hand to stop him and whispered urgently in his ear, “Yuan Bao is about to come in!”

During this time, she hadn’t been idle and often read parenting books.

The books subtly mentioned that it’s fine for the baby to see parents holding hands, hugging, and kissing, but anything beyond that should be avoided because early exposure to the adult world can leave psychological shadows on the child. Don’t think that just because children are young, they will forget. They won’t.

Upon hearing this, Feng Chengze’s body stiffened, and he let go of her. Although she knew their past five years had been sweet and harmonious, Ji Qingyu was still frightened by him yesterday. Afraid of being pulled back by him if she was late by a second, she hurriedly got out of bed, put on her slippers, and slipped into the bathroom. While brushing her teeth, she kept an ear out for any sounds outside. She sneaked a glance back and saw him sitting on the bed, deep in thought.

Perhaps there was a bit of telepathy between them as he turned his head to look at her just as she peeked at him, catching her in the act. She was so startled that she almost spat out her toothpaste foam.

From her unseen angle, Feng Chengze also lowered his head helplessly. A few minutes later, he got out of bed, pulled back the curtains, and opened the window. Their home was in a high-rise building with no other buildings opposite, so there was no worry about being seen. He had been in the room for so long that his nose couldn’t detect any unusual smells, but he wasn’t sure if a child’s sense of smell would be more sensitive. He didn’t need her reminder to know that their daughter shouldn’t witness her parents’ intimate moments.

Ji Qingyu quickly finished washing up, put on her robe, and covered her chest tightly.

Feng Chengze turned his head and saw her sneaking towards the door. However, she didn’t open it but stood straight against the wall. He looked puzzled.

“Shh—” She put her index finger to her lips and shook her head at him.
After being woken up by Yuan Bao’s little alarm clock so many times, it wouldn’t be too much to retaliate once, right? Not at all; the little one should know that she has a temper, too!

Feng Chengze pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “… I’ll go wash up.”

When he came out of the bathroom, carrying the fresh scent of aftershave, the little alarm clock appeared at the door right on time and politely knocked. He walked over, and Ji Qingyu covered her mouth, stifling her laughter, but her bright eyes were full of mischievous anticipation.

For some reason, he felt like laughing too.

She waved her hand at him, signaling him to open the door, and even boldly made a zipping motion at her mouth, trying to intimidate him with a not-so-fierce look: “Mr. Feng, keep quiet, donate your mouth to someone who needs it.”

“… ” He was sure there were two kids in the house.

He opened the door, and sure enough, the little troublemaker, already dressed, stood there energetically, hugging his leg and looking up, saying, “Good morning, Daddy!”

“Good morning.”

Before the father could finish saying these three words, Feng Jiayuan had already let go and ran inside, looking at the bed with wide eyes—no one there!

She ran to the walk-in closet—still no one!

“Where’s Mommy? Where’s my beautiful Mommy??” she asked loudly, extremely surprised.

Feng Chengze decided not to get involved in this game and went straight to the walk-in closet. When he came out again, Ji Qingyu sneakily hugged Yuan Bao from behind, making her scream in fright and then laugh with delight!

After the mother and daughter had enough fun and made up, they walked hand in hand to the dining room. Ji Qingyu saw Feng Chengze looking like he was in a hurry to leave and casually asked, “You’re not having breakfast at home?”

“Yes.” He was putting on his watch and hesitated for a moment, “I have some business to attend to.”

He sent a message to the driver, asking to use another Bentley today, but the driver didn’t have the keys to that car, so it wasn’t convenient to make him wait in the garage for too long.

Ji Qingyu wasn’t interested in what business he had. She picked up his coffee cup and said, “Then I’ll drink this.”

As she spoke, her lips moved towards the rim of the cup.

Feng Chengze was about to walk down the hallway but turned back upon hearing this and stood in front of her.

She was confused for a few seconds, then understood his meaning. She smiled, stood on tiptoe, and brought the coffee cup to his lips, feeding him a few sips.