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Chapitre 31: Burning Night---1

Yan Feng's powerful arms wrapped around Mei Xing, lifting her effortlessly from the ground. He turned to face his brothers, a silent communication passing between them. With a nod, he silently conveyed that the task was completed and left his brothers behind. Yan Bei breathed a heavy sigh of relief, noticing the flicker of anger burning in Yan Xun's eyes.

"Relax, brother. Rex is in hell now," Yan Xun said, a rough grin playing on his lips.

"Hope he will stay there," Yan Xun replied, his voice laced with a simmering fury. He took his nail cutter from his junior brother, a tangible reminder of the vengeance they had sought. "Let's go, Yan Xun!" Yan Bei called, running to catch up with Yan Feng. Their path forward was uncertain, but their bond as brothers remained steadfast.

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Hours passed, the weight of their recent endeavors hanging in the air. Mei Xing sought out Yan Xun and Yan Bei, a twinge of worry coursing through her veins. She promised that she would avoid any further encounters with Rex, and though hesitant at first, they swiftly forgave her with genuine smiles adorning their faces.

Mei Xing's concern shifted to Yan Feng, for she knew the name Rex struck a chord in his heart, a chord that resonated with heartbreak and fragility. She wasn't certain if he would be ready to forgive her, but she mustered the courage to make amends.

Meanwhile, Yan Feng found himself on the brink of sleep when a loud knock shattered the tranquility of his room.

The sound stirred him from his slumber, and as he rose from his bed, he freed himself from the confines of the blanket, letting it fall haphazardly to the mattress. Catching a glimpse of his watch, he noted that it was now midnight. In one swift motion, he removed his wristwatch, a symbol of the passing of time and the burdens he carried.

Yet, the knocking persisted—familiar and persistent.

"Yan Feng, it's me! Mei Xing," her whispered words reached his ears through the door.

He strode toward the door, his steps purposeful and determined. With a gentle turn of the handle, he opened it, revealing Mei Xing's alluring face illuminated by the faint glow of light.

"My apologies for keeping you waiting," Yan Feng said, his voice a mere breath, as he opened the door wider, inviting her into his sanctuary. Mei Xing stood before him wearing a simple dress, her beauty radiating with an irresistible allure.

She is exquisite, Yan Feng thought, his gaze lingering on her, fueled by a mixture of desire and yearning. Mei Xing inched closer, her face tilting towards his, the air between them crackling with unspoken intensity.

"May I come in?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, her breath mingling with his.

"Yes, of course. Please, come in," he replied, his tone masking the storm of emotions within him. As Mei Xing entered the room, they found themselves standing awkwardly in the center, the ambiance thick with anticipation.

While Yan Feng contemplated excusing himself, Mei Xing's nervous fingers tugged at her dress, hinting at the vulnerability she harbored within. She spoke softly, her voice tinged with trepidation.

"I hope I did not disappoint you," Mei Xing uttered, her eyes searching his for reassurance, her heart hanging in the balance.

Yan Feng's surprise was evident in his eyes as he questioned Mei Xing's statement, his gaze piercing with an icy intensity that even the scorching atmosphere couldn't rival. As the tension thickened, Mei Xing felt her heart race, her grip on her dress tightening as she stammered in remorse.

"Disappointed? About what happened with Rex, I apologize for my dreadful role in it!" she managed to utter, her voice filled with genuine regret. Her words hung in the air, awaiting his response, while Mei Xing clung to her dress, seeking some semblance of comfort.

Yan Feng's features softened ever so slightly, a brief smile flickering across his charismatic face. "Don't worry, my wife. No one is to be blamed for that," he reassured her, his voice holding a hint of warmth despite his cold exterior.

Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, their connection lingering in the space between them. After a moment of hesitation, Yan Feng spoke once more, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability as he gestured towards his bed. "Please, have a seat on my bed, Xing'er," he offered, his words filled with a mixture of invitation and reluctance.

Seating on his bed, for Mei Xing, felt peculiar yet surprisingly intimate. The cluttered chair, weighed down by business files and forms, seemed far less inviting than the silk-covered surface before her. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of the propriety of the situation, but ultimately allowed herself to succumb to Yan Feng's request.

"No, not really. I mustn't disturb you, and it seems you were preparing to sleep," Mei Xing responded softly, her sense of propriety battling with her desire to stay in his presence.

Yan Feng's eyes followed her as she made her way towards the door, her steps muffled to avoid disrupting the delicate silence that enveloped them. A smile graced his lips, his admiration evident as she attempted to depart gracefully. Mei Xing paused by the bedside, her smile gentle and her wave a silent farewell.

"You look as handsome as ever, Feng Feng," she nodded with a hint of admiration.

Without hesitation, an impish glimmer danced in Yan Feng's eyes as he responded, his tone laced with mischief. "And you, Mei Xing, resemble a captivating beauty of the night," he declared, an evil smirk etching its way across his face.

As his words hung in the air, a teasing flicker of anticipation swirled around them. The room filled with an electric charge, their connection deepening amidst the playfulness that danced in their gazes. Mei Xing's heart skipped a beat, her imagination ignited with countless unspoken possibilities.

The true depths of their relationship remained uncharted, leaving them teetering on the edge of a precipice. With Yan Feng's mischievous smirk and Mei Xing's magnetism, she was awaiting the twists and turns that would unfold in this intoxicating tale of love, desire, and hidden secrets.


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Chapitre 32: Burning night---2

"Please, Xing'er, stay and let's talk," Yan Feng implored, his voice carrying a blend of urgency and longing. Mei Xing gracefully made her way towards his lavish bed, each step accompanied by a flutter of anticipation. As she settled herself onto the luxurious sheets, her eyes remained locked with Yan Feng's piercing gaze.

Yan Feng rose from his seat, the heavy sight of leather-bound books and the weight of his responsibilities hanging in the air. Determined to create a space for their intimate conversation, he meticulously cleared the cluttered chair, ridding it of heaps of important documents and volumes of knowledge. With deliberate movements, he positioned the chair in close proximity to Mei Xing, closing the physical distance between them.

"You look remarkably beautiful tonight, Xing'er, tell me, what the secret," Yan Feng asked, his voice coated in genuine admiration. The soft waft of his warm breath caressed her enticingly smooth skin, sending a shiver down her spine. His eyes, brimming with love and fascination, refused to look away, as if seeking solace in the mere sight of her stunning countenance.

"Secret, Yan Feng stop it! Yan Feng," Mei Xing retorted, her tone playful yet resistant. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander ever so slightly towards the door, aware of the seductive pull Yan Feng's words held over her. In her mind, she had associated such syrupy expressions solely with Yan Xun, her second husband, but now, confronted by Yan Feng's enigmatic charm, she realized the depth of his hidden sweetness.

"I can't stop, wife, because it's the undeniable truth," Yan Feng declared, his confidence unshakable and his intentions crystal clear. Mei Xing wracked her brain for a playful retort, desperately searching for a way to quell the seriousness of the moment. Finally, she discovered the perfect phrase.

"Feng Feng," Mei Xing began, the nickname rolling off her tongue with a combination of familiarity and teasing affection. Yan Feng's brows furrowed slightly, his concern evident in his expressive gaze.

"What is it, Xing'er?" he inquired, leaning forward, eager to understand her thoughts. Mei Xing took a moment to gather her words, letting the playful gleam in her eyes match the intensity of the moment.

"I will be more than happy to sign the contract..." Mei Xing's sentence trailed off, her voice laced with a touch of hesitation which made Yan Feng not to hear her clearly. Confusion flickered across Yan Feng's face, causing Mei Xing to momentarily second-guess her own words. She could almost feel herself suffocating under the weight of the puzzle etched onto Yan Feng's features.

"Which contract?" he finally asked, a tinge of perplexity coloring his voice. Mei Xing blinked rapidly, regret washing over her like a crashing wave. In her eagerness and naivety, she had mistakenly assumed that extending the marriage contract would be the answer. However, she now realized that the choice to marry them lay solely in her hands, and the true decision she faced was whether to accept or reject the contract binding her to her three obsessive magnate husbands.

"You said what, Xing Xing?" Yan Feng's voice pierced through the pervasive silence, his words resonating with a chilling, authoritative undertone fit for a deity. Mei Xing swallowed, her voice faltering slightly as she mustered the courage to respond. "I mean... I've been offered a part-time acting opportunity at Black Eagles," she revealed, her voice steady but tinged with uncertainty.

Yan Feng's expression hardened, his brow furrowing in displeasure as he tried to make sense of her words. "How does Black Eagles relate to the contract you are talking about or do you mean our marriage contract?" he inquired, his words fraught with seriousness, almost as if he could perceive the fear coursing through Mei Xing's veins. Mei Xing took a deep breath, her voice growing calmer as she locked eyes with Yan Feng, searching for a sign of understanding. "No i mean, I just recently signed a form to pursue my dream of becoming an actress, and I have been chosen as one of the ten approved candidates," she explained, hoping to elicit even a flicker of happiness from his stoic demeanor.

A shadow of melancholy washed over Yan Feng's face, his emotions veiling his features in sadness. Mei Xing shivered involuntarily, her spine tingling with the uncertainty of his reaction. Was he angry? Her mind raced, desperately trying to decipher his impassive façade. Yan Feng's silver hair cascaded elegantly, lending him an otherworldly appearance, as if he were a king from the pages of a fantastical novel.

"Mei Xing, can't you simply abandon this dream of being an actress? I am more than willing to compensate you tenfold the amount they would pay you at Black Eagles," Yan Feng proposed, his voice laden with a sincerity that demanded her consideration. Mei Xing felt her temper simmering, her frayed patience threatening to ignite into a raging storm. She took a moment to gather her thoughts and quell her simmering frustration.

"I know you're wealthy," she began, her voice teetering on the edge of exasperation. Mei Xing paused, her words hanging in the air for a fleeting moment before she continued, her voice gaining momentum. "But just because you're a billionaire doesn't mean that I derive pleasure from spending your money. Listen, Feng Feng, you can keep your money. I have no interest in being beholden to it. Believe it or not, I am going to Black Eagles tomorrow!" Mei Xing's temper soared beyond the confines of reason, as an irrepressible urge to lash out and make him reconsider his words coursed through her veins.

Yan Feng, however, appeared unperturbed by Mei Xing's outburst. He gazed at her, his calm demeanor unruffled, almost as if he anticipated her fury. "You know what, Xing'er?" he queried, his voice holding a sense of detachment that Mei Xing found disconcerting. "I believe that conquering the beginning of success at Black Eagles will perhaps soothe your restless spirit," he stated, his words tinged with a preternatural ease that bordered on enigmatic.


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