Chapter 46 Seeking guidance is still essential; even a good night's rest is not enough. ...
If he actually went down there, Fengchen wouldn't be happy.
As Su Jinxiu walked alone ahead, she soon encountered the Xie family's carriage.
When Xie's mother, Jiang Liuyi, caught a glimpse of her from inside the carriage, she quickly lifted the curtain and called out, "Jinxiu! Why are you walking alone on the street? Hurry up and get into my carriage, I'll take you home."
Su Jinxiu smiled and agreed. Just as she was about to mount her horse, the curtain of the carriage behind her was suddenly lifted again, and Feng Chen's cold voice came through.
"return."
Su Jinxiu turned around and saw Feng Chen with a livid face on one side and Madam Xie with a kind and gentle face on the other.
She wasn't stupid; she immediately curtsied to Madam Xie and got into the Xie family's car.
Subsequently, Su Jinxiu was forcibly taken to the Feng residence.
After getting off the car, Feng Chen, without a word, hoisted her onto his shoulder and strode into his Crane Cry Pavilion. Su Jinxiu struggled desperately on his back, pounding on his back incessantly: "Feng Chen! Feng Siyuan! Put me down!"
She was making such a fuss that Feng Chen frowned and slapped her bottom with his backhand.
After the loud noise, Su Jinxiu was struck dumb, frozen on his back. Putting aside the fact that this was being treated this way by her younger brother, who had always depended on her, she couldn't accept either the affectionate punishment between lovers or the rude offense of a stranger.
Immediately, she became even angrier, digging her nails into the muscles of his back.
"If you keep making trouble, I'll hit you again." Feng Chen's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.
Su Jinxiu had no choice but to temporarily curb her arrogance.
Su Jinxiu was carried into the courtyard by him. The servants passing by all lowered their heads and went around her when they saw this. He went straight into his study without any hindrance and put her directly on the desk.
Just as Su Jinxiu was about to struggle and jump down, he grabbed her waist and pressed her firmly against the table.
Their eyes met, and both were filled with anger.
Su Jinxiu spoke first, mocking, "So many servants saw it, isn't Young Master Feng afraid of ruining his reputation?"
Feng Chen sneered, his eyes arrogant: "So what if we're bad! Let's drag Miss Su down with us, and let the people of Bianjing call us adulterers!"
Su Jinxiu felt a lump in her throat. She should have known that arguing with him was pointless; when it came to shamelessness, she could never match him. Once he got angry, he was capable of saying the most hurtful things.
"...Let me go first, let's talk this out."
"Speak nicely? Do you think you'd listen if I spoke nicely to you? You're the kind of person who won't learn until you're faced with a fatal mistake!"
Su Jinxiu took a deep breath, suppressing her anger: "You brought me here just to argue? Fine."
"There is someone else who should be in Young Master Feng's courtyard! I really shouldn't bother you any longer, so I should be leaving now!"
Feng Chen looked at her, recalling how this woman had once told him she would sever all ties, and then, late at night, she had returned home with another man in an ambiguous situation. He remembered how she had recklessly entered a dangerous situation, walking step by step toward death. Now, having been saved by him, she still dared to argue and quarrel.
Anger surged to his head instantly, and seeing her mouth chattering away, each word a barb, he decided it was better to just shut her up.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he acted on it, pinching her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her directly.
No matter how much she struggled, kicked, or pushed, he remained unmoved and kissed her deeply.
The familiar touch and sweetness instantly enveloped him, making him feel completely intoxicated.
If someone were to pass by the study at this moment, they would see a young man with long arms and a slender waist leaning over the desk, and a graceful young woman sitting on the desk. The two are so different in stature, yet they are so well-matched and harmonious.
Feng Chen's kiss was forceful and domineering. Su Jinxiu felt dizzy and instinctively fell backward. In her panic, she grabbed his clothes to steady herself.
But this pull was exactly what he wanted. He thought she was responding, and he was overjoyed. He immediately grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss, his movements so urgent that it was as if he were biting her.
Su Jinxiu's eyes welled up with tears from his bite. How come he lost all his kissing skills after changing his identity?
Despite her sobbing protests, her body was already powerless to resist, and he forcefully kissed her until she collapsed onto the table.
Feng Chen was leaning down, frantically exploring her lips and tongue. Hearing her protest, he suddenly raised his head, his hot breath spraying onto her face.
Fengchen thought that after such intimacy, she would give in.
Unexpectedly, panting and with red eyes, she blurted out, "Your kissing skills are really bad."
It was as if something had shattered—his pride as a man.
Moreover, her comment about poor kissing skills was clearly a result of comparison.
Feng Chen's breathing suddenly stopped, and then his eyes flashed with boundless rage, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces on the spot.
"Inferior? Compared to whom? Compared to which of your men?" His voice was terribly hoarse. "All three of them have kissed you, haven't they? And that Wen Shiqin, he kissed you too?"
Su Jinxiu was so angry she almost laughed. He put on such a convincing act, not caring that he would hurt himself as well as the enemy, and he always ended up making fun of himself too.
So she deliberately tilted her head back, her eyes defiant: "Yes, he kisses me the best. I love it when he kisses me. You'll never be as good as him in your entire life."
At first, there was the pleasure of being directly hurt, followed by endless regret.
Because Feng Chen led her into the inner room of the study, his eyes bloodshot as he approached: "Bad kissing skills? Fine, how did Wen Shiqin kiss you? Teach me!"
At this moment, Su Jinxiu used the remaining fabric to protect herself tightly, no longer daring to provoke him with those words. She simply couldn't understand—wasn't Wen Shiqin just himself? What was he trying to achieve by being so jealous and possessive?
She had already given in, but Feng Chen's anger was not so easily quelled. He insisted that she recount, word by word, how Wen Shiqin had kissed her, and then he would perform those actions on every part of her body, especially the one that would make her cry and beg for mercy.
Finally, when her voice was hoarse and her limbs were weak, he leaned closer again to admire her defeated state.
"You call for your brother when you cry, who taught you that?"
Through her blurry tears, Su Jinxiu glared at him and raised her hand to slap his face, but her hand was soft and weak, and it felt more like a caress when it landed on his face.
Feng Chen is now full and satisfied, and no matter how much she hits him, he can still laugh and joke.
"Your thighs look thin, but how come they're so strong? They're squeezing my face so hard it hurts."
He lay down beside Su Jinxiu, propping his head up with one hand, continuing to admire her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair.
Su Jinxiu pulled the blanket tighter around herself and turned her head away from him, but he insisted on asking, "Is my kissing skill as good as Wen Shiqin's now?"
Su Jinxiu was so angry that her vision went black.
For the next two days, Su Jinxiu was kept at the Feng residence. She tried to go out several times, but was politely stopped by the servants each time. Although her food and daily life were taken care of meticulously, she belatedly realized that this was not a stay at all, but imprisonment.
After seeking guidance from Feng Chen that day, he never appeared again.
She could not stay here any longer, let alone see him again.
Regardless of whether he changed his name or his personality, she could never accept him again simply because he was already engaged.
That afternoon, Su Jinxiu made up her mind to rush out in one go.
She suddenly pushed open the door and, before the servants could react, began to run wildly, through the long corridors and across the courtyards. However, the mansion was so grand and the paths so complicated that she couldn't find the main gate.
She scratched her head helplessly. The maid behind her had already caught up with the sound, so she had no choice but to run towards the artificial hill in a panic.
At this moment, Feng Chen was discussing matters with his colleague Cui Cheng on the second floor of the study.
Cui Cheng glanced down and teased, "Siyuan, the beauty you've kept hidden away is quite lively and active."
Feng Chen had already heard the commotion and knew what was happening in the courtyard without even looking down. He then whispered a few words to Cui Cheng.
After listening, Cui Cheng shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice, "You..."
Then, Cui Cheng leaned out of the window and called out to Su Jinxiu, who was running around in the courtyard, "Hey, girl!"
He pointed to the side gate not far away: "The gate is over there."
In her haste, Su Jinxiu didn't care about anything else and immediately ran in the direction he pointed.
Hope was drawing ever closer, ever closer. She ran until she was breathless, a metallic taste rising in her throat, and only one thought occupied her mind.
All I have to do is push open that door and I can escape from here and never see that bastard again!
But the moment she pushed the door open with both hands, she realized she had stirred up a hornet's nest.
This turned out to be the courtyard where the servants rested.
The servants in the room all turned around at the sound, and the servants who had been chasing her immediately shouted, "Sisters, come quick! Take the girl back!"
Instantly, more servants rushed out. Su Jinxiu was heartbroken and was eventually helped back by them.
After returning to the main house, Su Jinxiu paced back and forth, filled with doubt, wondering what his intentions were.
She composed herself, walked to the door, and instructed a maid standing in the corridor, "Go and call your mistress over."
Upon hearing this, the maidservant quickly curtsied, but her face showed hesitation and difficulty. She stammered, "Miss, it's not that I'm unwilling, but I really don't know where the young master is right now. I hope you won't make things difficult for me." As she spoke, she slightly raised her head, her eyes already red, and her voice timid, "I only entered the manor yesterday, and there are many things I don't know yet. I beg you to have mercy, Miss..."
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Su Jinxiu couldn't bear it, so she waved her hand and turned back into the house.
Afterwards, the maid realized that her mistress's trick had worked; the girl was indeed soft-hearted.
Exhausted from the escape, Su Jinxiu devoured the exquisite meal brought by her maid before collapsing into bed to recharge.
She slept soundly, perhaps because she was truly exhausted, and slept until sunset. A little past 3 PM, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. She saw the orange-red sunset light filtering through the cracks in the window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Fengchen's bed was really big, and the bedding was soft and comfortable. She rolled around in the blanket a few times, lay on the bed and hummed a few times before rubbing her sleepy eyes and slowly opening them to look around the room.
This sight instantly brought her to her senses. On a soft stool in the room sat a tall figure holding a book.
She blinked to make sure it wasn't a dream or hallucination.
Feng Chen just put down his book and looked up: "Is my bed comfortable? How does it compare to the one in the study?"
Su Jinxiu didn't answer. She quickly threw off the covers, hastily put on her outer clothes and embroidered shoes, and walked a few steps to him, questioning, "What exactly do you mean?"
Feng Chen reached out and grabbed her waist, intending to pull her onto him. Su Jinxiu reacted quickly, pressing her hands against his shoulders and resisting back forcefully, refusing to sit on him. She looked down at him, her stubbornness undiminished.
Feng Chen chuckled softly, his tone tinged with amusement: "I'm keeping you here because my skills aren't yet perfect, and I'd like to learn more from you."
Su Jinxiu took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in her heart, and said as calmly as possible, "You are already very capable, there is no need to teach you anymore."
He did learn extremely quickly, almost without a teacher. When Su Jinxiu recalled the embarrassing feeling of being forced to the point of being unable to descend to the highest point a few days ago, to the point of clutching the bed sheet and kicking her legs wildly, a faint fear rose in her heart.
"Oh?" Feng Chen raised an eyebrow, the smile fading from his eyes. "How does he compare to Wen Shiqin?"
He knew in his heart that although Wen Shiqin was the most unassuming of the group, he was the one Su Jinxiu held dear. He was determined to force her to admit that he had already surpassed that shadow.
But looking at her tightly pursed lips and the stubbornness in her eyes, you could tell she would rather die than give in.
So he patiently tormented her for a while, but even when she couldn't bear it and cried out, she refused to utter a single word he wanted to hear.
Author's Note: Like master, like servant... If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too...
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