Feng Yuan took two steps forward to chase after him, but failed to catch up with Li Sheng’s pace. When the latter left, he pulled the door shut behind him.
At the doorway, a bodyguard dressed in a black suit was quietly standing guard in the corridor.
As Li Sheng passed by them, he paused: “Watch the room door, don’t let anyone get close.”
“Yes.”
The bodyguard who usually followed Yu Yi also knew Li Sheng. He lowered his head respectfully and accepted Li Sheng’s order.
Yu Yi watched, displeased: “This is my man, yet you sure order him around quite smoothly.”
“And also, do you really want me to take you to find that guy surnamed Huang?”
Thinking of the beauty who had taken the initiative to enter Huang Bo’s lounge, Yu Yi’s brows unconsciously knit together: “If you really have your mind on it, I can find you a better one. As for this one—”
The rest of his words hadn’t been spoken when they were forced back down by Li Sheng’s gaze.
“Fine, fine, I can’t be bothered to meddle with you.”
Yu Yi was one of the few friends Li Sheng had at his side; the two had known each other since childhood.
When they were young, Yu Yi’s personality was indeed rough, but his face grew soft and delicate, looking almost like a little girl’s. Overseas, where things were more open, he often attracted perverts.
Once, he had nearly fallen victim to one such pervert, but it was Li Sheng, who happened to be passing by, who casually picked up an iron rod leaning against the wall and cracked the pervert’s skull open.
Afterwards, Yu Yi himself also gave that pervert a few extra hits with a brick.
Wiping the blood off his own face after finishing with the brick, Yu Yi unilaterally regarded Li Sheng as his friend.
All these years, whether toward men or women, Li Sheng had always shown the same indifference.
He had never once sought out any kind of companion.
Yu Yi himself had wrapped up a big treasure. For a long time, he’d wanted Li Sheng to find someone, too.
But Li Sheng’s taste this time really left him somewhat worried.
“We’re here.”
Knowing that Li Sheng didn’t want to listen to more of his words, Yu Yi, after leading him over, turned and left.
At tonight’s banquet, that hard-to-please treasure at home of his would call him every so often.
And not only call, but also video calls.
Yu Yi didn’t stay to watch Li Sheng’s on-the-spot drama. Instead, he found a stairwell corner and answered his treasure’s video call.
The moment the call connected, Yu Yi automatically turned the camera around to show his surroundings.
“Look, see clearly? There’s no one around me, right?”
“Li Sheng isn’t here either. How many times have I told you already, there’s really nothing special between the two of us.”
“Alright, I won’t stay here tonight, I’ll go back.”
As the video call went on, Yu Yi’s expression gradually sank.
That treasure of his—good in every way, except his possessiveness over him was getting stronger and stronger.
While Yu Yi kept coaxing and fussing with his big treasure in the stairwell, Li Sheng, who had been led to the lounge, had already swiped open the room door.
All the rooms here could be opened with a master key card.
The master key had previously been in Yu Yi’s hands.
Now, it was in Li Sheng’s.
As the lounge door was swiped open, the moment Li Sheng stepped inside, a strong, pungent smell of blood hit him.
His eyes froze sharply; the next second, he reached back and shut the door.
“Feng Qi.”
Calling Feng Qi’s name, Li Sheng strode quickly inward.
The lounge was a complete mess, the bloodstains on the floor alone enough to look terrifying.
Other than the blood all over the room, Li Sheng also noticed hair stuck to it—coarse, stiff, yellowish hair, as if it came from some kind of animal.
His eyelids twitched violently.
Clang.
The sound of something falling to the floor came from the innermost part of the room.
In a few quick steps, Li Sheng rushed over and finally caught sight of Feng Qi’s figure.
Feng Qi’s body was leaning weakly against the bedside, his hands hanging powerlessly at his sides. Those soul-seizing eyes of his were half-open, half-closed, and on his fair, delicate face, his cheeks carried a faint flush.
At his feet, a fat, blood-soaked yellow weasel was sprawled on the floor. It wasn’t clear whether it was completely dead or not.
Li Sheng spared only a single glance at the weasel before shifting his gaze back to Feng Qi’s face.
He walked forward, stepping on the sticky blood on the floor, until he stood before Feng Qi.
Feng Qi hadn’t used his true phoenix form.
His divine power dwindled with every bit he used, and this yellow weasel wasn’t worth the waste.
He had used only his own sickly, frail body to beat the weasel down.
“Why are you here?”
Though he hadn’t consumed divine power, Feng Qi had spent too much physical strength. Looking at Li Sheng, who had suddenly appeared before him without warning, he frowned: “If you came here, then where’s Yuan Yuan?”
“Yuan Yuan is fine, you don’t need to worry.”
Li Sheng fixed his gaze on Feng Qi’s face. After a moment, he suddenly bent down and used the pad of his finger to wipe away the blood at the corner of Feng Qi’s lips.
“Yours?” he asked.
Feng Qi: “……”
Feng Qi closed his eyes briefly, feeling that this was nonsense to even ask.
“When will your body finally recover?”
Seeing Feng Qi refuse to cooperate with a reply, Li Sheng’s eyes dimmed.
He hadn’t met Feng Qi many times, yet he had already caught him coughing up blood on several occasions.
This frequency was far too high.
“Why are you so concerned about my body? Whether I’m healthy or not, you still have to raise Yuan Yuan for me.”
Feng Qi still didn’t answer his question directly.
Li Sheng still wanted to ask further.
But Feng Qi suddenly straightened his body and began coughing again.
He coughed for quite a while before it stopped. His lips, already pale and colorless, were now stained by blood, making them even redder and more vivid.
He got up, wanting to take the yellow weasel and leave past Li Sheng.
But the moment he pushed himself up from the bedside and stood, his thin body wavered uncontrollably.
The next second, Li Sheng’s eyes reacted swiftly. His hand sharply caught Feng Qi’s waist and pulled him into his arms.
Feng Qi: “Let go.”
Li Sheng did not let go.
He directly lifted Feng Qi—who couldn’t even stand steady—into his arms.
“I’ll have someone clean this place up.”
Though Li Sheng carried him close, his cold brows and eyes revealed not the slightest trace of tenderness.
Feng Qi, too, didn’t sense any change in him.
“This yellow weasel has committed too many evils. I must take it away.”
Seeing that Li Sheng wouldn’t release him, Feng Qi simply chose a more comfortable position, letting Li Sheng continue to hold him: “Tell someone to find a cage, put it inside, and send it to my home.”
“Mm.”
Li Sheng gave a low response, striding away with him in his arms.
Just as the two of them stepped out, they ran into Yu Yi, who had just finished his video call.
Yu Yi saw Li Sheng come out carrying someone. His jaw nearly dropped in shock.
“Li Sheng, you, you…”
Yu Yi was so stunned he couldn’t even speak. Just now, though he had noticed Li Sheng’s concern and attention toward Feng Qi, actually witnessing this iron tree blossom with his own eyes still left him utterly shaken.
Li Sheng ignored Yu Yi, who couldn’t even get his words straight.
He held Feng Qi steadily in his arms and walked toward Yu Yi’s room.
Inside the room was still Feng Yuan.
Li Sheng planned to take Feng Yuan along, and also take this person in his arms—who seemed as though he were made of fragile crystal—back home.
His steps were fast yet steady.
Very quickly, he arrived at the door of Yu Yi’s suite. At the doorway, he noticed that one of the bodyguards in the hallway was missing.
This made his heart feel a trace of unease.
When he pushed the door open and saw the empty room inside, that unease became reality.
The Feng Yuan who should have been inside was gone.
Li Sheng did not tell Feng Qi about this. He only placed Feng Qi down on the bed, then quietly checked Feng Yuan’s location.
Fortunately, it was still within fifty meters.
“Rest for a while. Once you’re rested, I’ll bring Yuan Yuan to see you.”
Seeing Feng Qi’s exhaustion, Li Sheng set him down and even thoughtfully pulled the blanket over him.
Everything in this room, including the bedding on the bed, was brand new.
Feng Qi lay down on a bed worth seven figures, completely unable to resist the crushing fatigue and drowsiness.
He closed his eyes and, under Li Sheng’s watchful gaze, peacefully fell asleep.
The room was very quiet.
Only after Li Sheng heard his breathing gradually become even and steady did he leave to look for the little one.
Walking into the corridor, he asked the bodyguards still stationed there in a cold voice: “I told you to guard the door properly. Is this what you call guarding?”
The bodyguards froze for a moment, then explained: “President Li, we did guard the door properly.”
At these words, the coldness in Li Sheng’s eyes deepened: “The little chick I brought into the room, where did it go?”
Bodyguard: “???”
The bodyguards were dumbfounded: “President Li, we didn’t see any chick in the room, only—”
“Only what?”
“Only a child who was trying to pry the door open. His hand got caught and turned red. He was crying badly, so A-Meng carried him off to get ice.”
Li Sheng: “……”
Li Sheng paused for several seconds before finally regaining his voice.
His deep, dark eyes locked straight on the bodyguard, his low voice carrying a faint but undeniable urgency: “What did you say? What child?”
Seeing that Li Sheng kept pressing, the bodyguard described more details of what he had seen.
“In President Yu’s room, there was a little kid, looked about two or three years old. Very good-looking. His hair had a slight curl, his eyes were big and round, even better-looking than the child stars on TV.”
“He wanted to come out, but probably didn’t know how to open the door, so he took something to pry it open. Then he tried to pull it with his own hands, and ended up getting his hand caught.”
When mentioning the little one whose hand had been caught, even the bodyguard’s tough face unconsciously softened with a trace of pity: “He pinched his hand, and was crying behind the door. A-Meng and I went over to take a look.”
“A-Meng said we should give him some ice.”
The bodyguard spoke carefully, and as Li Sheng listened, his chest swelled tight.
A bold suspicion—one he hadn’t really believed could be real before—was slowly taking shape in his mind.
He forced himself to steady his breathing. After asking which direction A-Meng had taken, he walked forward.
Only after he had walked far off did the bodyguards behind him let out a long breath of relief.
They hadn’t interacted with Li Sheng much.
But compared to their boss Yu Yi, it was Li Sheng they were far more intimidated by.
Time slipped by little by little.
On the locator, the small red dot drew closer and closer.
As he walked, Li Sheng gradually slowed his pace.
That face of his—always cold and severe, seemingly forever unfeeling—in this moment seemed to shed a little of its piercing chill.
And just as he slowly approached the small red dot, the one it represented, Feng Yuan, was standing there with reddened eyes, quarreling with someone.
The bodyguard A-Meng, holding the ice, squatted behind him and tugged at him with his large hand, but was firmly pushed away.
“Uncle, wait a moment.”
After pushing A-Meng’s hand aside, Feng Yuan’s chubby little hands went back to his plump waist.
This was the arguing stance he had learned from the grannies at the market!
With his “arguing stance” set, the little one tilted up his pretty, soft bun-like face, and with a serious milky voice, declared to the film queen Zhao Jie in front of him: “My bad father is not yours.”
“I won’t accept a stepmother.”
The serious childish voice, falling into Zhao Jie’s ears, only made her feel it was laughable.
“Whose child are you, exactly? The words you’re saying, did your mother teach you this? Your mother really doesn’t know how to raise a child.”
To Zhao Jie, this suddenly-appearing kid evoked no goodwill at all.
Like a little maniac, he had rushed over the moment she mentioned Li Sheng to others. When they teased her about her relationship with him, he suddenly came charging in, accusing her of spouting nonsense.
In front of people, this little brat had nearly made her lose all face.
Naturally, her tone couldn’t be too friendly.
Hearing her accusations, Feng Yuan only grew angrier.
“You—you’re not allowed to speak badly about my mom—no, my dad!”
When Feng Yuan got angry, even his chubby little waist was no longer akimbo.
Just as he had lowered his hands from his chubby waist, Zhao Jie’s little assistant, standing by her side, mistook it as him about to lash out in anger and hit someone. Subconsciously, the assistant blocked him first.
An adult’s strength and a child’s strength were completely unmatched.
With that block, Feng Yuan’s small body plopped right down onto the floor.
And just at that moment, Li Sheng, who had hurried over, happened to see this scene.
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