Chapter 67

After chatting casually with various guests, Feng Ran felt a bit tired. The banquet hall had a buffet of cold dishes and pastries, all carefully prepared by a professional chef team. Fran and his two companions, who couldn't fit into the upper-class circles of Kempin, hid in a corner and kept eating.

The atmosphere was very positive. In fact, Feng Linye had already thrown a tantrum when he learned that Feng Ran was going to hold a birthday banquet at Yilin when the invitation was sent out. However, Feng Ran ignored him, and Feng Xiqiao couldn't control her either. So he said, openly and secretly, that she had secretly misappropriated the Feng family's savings. But the invited guests were all quite good at judging the situation, and many of them had even decided to take sides. No one talked about anything related to the Feng family.

This gave Feng Ran the illusion that she had completely broken free from the Feng family, as if the shadows of the past were just a fog that dissipated as soon as the sun came out. But simply breaking free didn't seem to be enough for her, because she still felt resentment whenever she thought about it; she wasn't kind enough to forgive everything.

In the banquet's catering plan, Fengran specifically requested that the hotel prepare an iced Coca-Cola fountain. Thus, amidst the uniform electric brandy Louis XIV and Jacob's Creek, the bubbling carbonated fountain appeared particularly cheap and childish.

Feng Ran poured himself a glass of water into a stemmed glass and then drank it through a straw. The double pleasure brought by the sugar and carbonation was unparalleled, and sometimes he felt that even mental fatigue was cured.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in a commotion and murmurs. The person who entered through the elevator was dressed in a black suit, walking briskly with a confident, understated smile, looking radiant and charismatic.

"Hey, isn't that Shen Shiqian? Did Miss Feng Ran invite him too?"

"It's more accurate to say that he actually agreed to the appointment; just how influential is this Miss Feng Ran..."

"About half of the military personnel have arrived. It's really scary, but also quite funny. If Feng Xiqiao had this kind of ability, would he need to keep circling around on the periphery?"

After the Feng family gained entry into the ranks of the elite, Feng Xiqiao had always wanted to enter the political arena. Unfortunately, the parliament looked down on him, the military only cared about strength, and the emperor was even more wary of wealthy merchants like them. So he kept running around on the fringes and hitting walls, unable to find a way to make a name for himself anywhere.

Accompanying Shen Shiqian were Li Er, the commander of the First Army Corps, and Salo, the commander of the Third Army Corps. Feng Ran remembered that she had not sent invitations to the Third and Fourth Armies. She guessed that Salo had gotten in by using Li Er's invitation. At the same time, she felt speechless. Her entourage this time was already big enough. She did not invite the Third and Fourth Armies because she was afraid of being targeted by the Emperor and the Council. She was angry, but with so many people around, she could not make a scene. She just chewed on the straw until the plastic was broken.

The three people walked straight over to greet Feng Ran. Feng Ran put the cup into the service robot's tray, crossed his arms, and looked at them.

Salo was very excited, completely unaware of the hidden trouble his appearance had caused Feng Ran: "Miss Feng Ran, long time no see! Happy birthday! It's so good to see you still looking so energetic!"

Feng Ran didn't comment on his words. After all, she wasn't exactly close to Salo, and seeing him inevitably brought back memories of everything that had happened before, which was never anything good.

Lear, dressed in a white suit that no one else in the military dared to wear for fear of looking too dark, acted much more elegantly and appropriately: "Thank you for the invitation. I hope we can both have a pleasant evening."

Feng Ran: "Thank you for your blessings. I hope you enjoy today's banquet. Please forgive me if there is anything I haven't done well in terms of hospitality, as there are so many guests today."

After exchanging greetings, the two tactfully left, leaving Feng Ran and Shen Shiqian as the focus of the crowd.

With a gentle smile in her eyes, Shen Shiqian reached out and conjured a large bouquet of bright red roses. Feng Ran almost thought it was a replica of her previous magic trick, until she saw the prop box between his fingers. Thank goodness, it wasn't an awakened superpower. Otherwise, Feng Ran would feel resentful that she had something she didn't have in her previous life.

Happy birthday, Ranran.

Feng Ran hugged the bouquet of roses, the rich and fragrant scent filling her nostrils. She was surprised to find that memories brought about by smell sometimes lingered longer. She couldn't describe what this feeling was like, but the red roses, which seemed ambiguous and passionate to others, were neither good nor bad to her. The shadows of the flowers were so vivid that just looking at them brought back many memories.

"Thanks."

Shen Shiqian took Feng Ran's hand, gave it a gentlemanly kiss, and then stood up, the two of them pressed very close together.

"May I invite you to dance later?"

Feng Ran took a single rose from the bouquet, folded it, and tucked it into Shen Shiqian's breast pocket. He then casually straightened the creases of Shen Shiqian's tie, the meaning of his response being self-evident.

She hooked her arm around Shen Shiqian's neck and whispered in his ear, "Of course not, so many people have invited me. You have to do something to show your appreciation."

Feng Ran had actually thought about how she should perform at today's banquet. If this was the first day of her rebirth, she felt it was necessary for her to break the inherent image of the "Feng family's young lady" as weak and delicate. Just as she had said before, only by being strong enough could she conquer everything.

Of course, for now, overly harsh measures will only create fear and threats. In such situations, it is necessary to have others to complement the situation, and Shen Shiqian is a good candidate.

Shen Shiqian lowered his voice slightly: "The gifts were all given to the front desk when they came up; they should have been moved to your room." He said somewhat helplessly, "What do you want me to do in return?"

Feng Ran took his hand, and he involuntarily bowed his head and bent over. She held the rose to the side to block the view of others. She smiled brightly and beautifully, but said something completely opposite and nasty:

"I've been dealing with people here for an hour now. You know, I get easily irritated when there are a lot of people around. Actually, my emotional tolerance is almost at its limit. Shouldn't you help me out?"

Feng Ran: "Don't look so troubled. I'm the birthday girl, you know. Didn't you want to announce our engagement at the banquet? What if I'm unhappy and refuse? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for you?"

Feng Ran was telling the truth. Her tolerance for this kind of ambiguous and probing interaction was getting lower and lower. After getting used to being free and unrestrained, it was more difficult to restrain herself again than she had imagined. That's why she wanted to break the old impression and re-establish a comfortable way of interacting.

Of course, taking this opportunity to announce their engagement in a high-profile manner was also part of their plan. Once the two were bound together, those people would not be able to contact Feng Ran, so they would naturally contact Shen Shiqian, pushing all the troublesome work onto the other person, which was very much in line with Feng Ran's behavior.

"Burning..."

"Come on, let's go to my room. You're not one of those old scholars who are all about etiquette. Or do you feel it's beneath your dukehood?"

Feng Ran led him to the elevator: "If that's really what you think, then there's nothing I can do..."

After all, I just want to tear your whole personality apart and then brand it with my own mark. This is what you begged for, and what I can give you. This is the most compatible love between us.

The protagonist's departure caused another uproar in the banquet hall. Nishimori, who had arrived earlier and was eating and drinking with other military personnel, felt his scalp tingle upon seeing this scene.

What a tragedy! How did he end up running into those two scoundrels?

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Feng Ran's room was piled high with gifts, so she had no choice but to take the initiative and go to Shen Shiqian's room. After locking the door, her pheromones forcefully spread everywhere, carrying with them a kind of anxiety that she herself was unaware of.

Marshal Shen is indeed a national hero and idol. Wherever he goes, he is the focus of attention. In some ways, he is even more popular than Feng Ran, the birthday girl. It's hard to say whether it's Enigma's possessive and destructive desires at work, but Feng Ran feels subtly uncomfortable with this situation. Sometimes, Shen Shiqian is even harder to control than she thought.

That feeling of being out of control only fueled Feng Ran's destructive urges. He maliciously thought that since he couldn't control his brilliance, he could only control the person who controlled him.

Before this, Feng Ran hadn't really thought about this issue. After all, Shen Shiqian couldn't live without her. She was the one who controlled everything and had an absolute advantage. No contract could be more stable and solid than pheromones and marking. But in other people's eyes, they were Alphas with mismatched status and positions. Longing and covetousness coexisted and intertwined, making Feng Ran want to tear those delusions to shreds.

Under Enigma's control, Shen Shiqian became weak and feeble, using all his strength to control his breathing. He was gently pulled by Feng Ran and fell into her arms. Feng Ran kissed him and methodically helped him take off his suit jacket and inner shirt. Her fingers kept pressing on his glands, and the stimulating swelling pain instantly filled his body, making him tremble uncontrollably.

It's hard to say that Alpha's glands can swell and become so sensitive without being a miracle of creation.

Feng Ran released him and looked at his flushed and docile expression. For the first time, she found him adorable and remained noncommittal about his coy behavior just now.

She smiled and said, "Excited? But don't be impatient. Bend down a little and be careful not to get my skirt dirty, or Afu will be unhappy."

The warm, enclosed space is like a nest for fledglings. The warmth is instantly transferred from one person to another, and the person being served feels so comfortable and pleasant that they become almost lightheaded and suddenly excited.

Shen Shiqian was not good at it at all, but he tried very hard. Even though his eyes were bloodshot from being choked, he obediently swallowed the pheromones. The strong alcohol seeped into his body, making him feel warm and numb. His body was burning hot, but when Feng Ran gently beckoned him, he unconsciously fell into a false heat.

Shen Shiqian instinctively clung to Feng Ran, the moisture in his eyes welling up as if tears were about to materialize and fall, "Ranran..."

Feng Ran: "Oh dear, I was originally planning to end it here. Do you want to be marked? But there are so many people outside, it might not be good for you."

Shen Shiqian spoke softly, almost like a spoiled child: "But isn't this the kind of gesture you wanted?"

Feng Ran wrapped his arms around his waist and slowly pressed against his glands: "Although I sometimes don't want to admit it, you're quite good at pleasing me."

Sometimes even the most careful plans can have oversights. Although Feng Ran was worried about getting clothes dirty, he specially helped Shen Shiqian take off his shirt, but he overlooked Shen Shiqian's own clothes and the pants that he hadn't had time to salvage. Fortunately, they were mostly inside his underwear, so his suit pants weren't too badly damaged. So Feng Ran happily found another pair of underwear for Shen Shiqian.

Shen Shiqian looked at the pink lace-trimmed women's panties, and for the first time in a long time, a newfound sense of shame reached its peak. He looked at Feng Ran and nervously tried to resist: "Don't you have any boxer briefs?"

Feng Ran stared at him intently: "You have no choice." She then put on a smiling face, "This has a charm boost, whoever wears it can lead the dance with me, and I'm giving it to you alone."

"Don't worry, the size will definitely fit. But since you're an Omega now, whether you hold it in or not isn't that important to you, is it?"

Shen Shiqian remained silent. Sometimes it's no wonder he was so critical. After all, it would be strange if someone like Feng Ran, with his nature, could be happy with a control freak like Luo Le.