Chapter 69: Feelings – Confession in a Drunken Dream

In the villa, Fang Chuning was drinking milk to calm her nerves.

She stood at the kitchen doorway, squinting at the man busily preparing a late-night snack for her in the kitchen. “Are you saying that my mother has connections with the mafia?”

“Not exactly connections, just mutual benefits.”

Fang Chuning had only seen words like “mafia” in books before – ruthless killers, specializing in dirty work. She used to think it was cool, but experiencing it firsthand was a different matter. “Were the ones who kidnapped me also from the mafia?”

“No, just some insignificant small-time criminals.”

Li Yipeng finished preparing a dish and set it aside. He washed his hands and walked over, his face unusually lacking its usual smile. “You shouldn’t have let your guard down like that. Why didn’t you have those people follow you?”

“Well, I didn’t expect this to happen.” Who would have thought that scenes from movies would happen to her? “But how did you find me?”

“They dared to fire guns in the city, so it wasn’t difficult to locate their position. However, they probably didn’t expect that boy to follow along. With the mafia’s help, we were able to find you quickly.” However, he was curious about how stupid those people could be. They dared to kidnap even the young master of the mafia and didn’t immediately relocate.

Glancing at the young girl drinking milk, Li Yipeng was grateful for their stupidity. If not for that, if something had really happened to her, what would he have done?

“To think that the golden retriever is actually the son of a mafia boss, it’s truly surprising.” He looked so silly, who would have thought he had such a big background.

Can the child of a mafia boss really be that “innocent”?

Li Yipeng remained silent, his gaze moving from her face down to her wrists, which were red and swollen from being tightly bound. A flash of pain crossed his eyes, “After you finish eating, I’ll apply some medicine for you.”

Fang Chuning looked at her wrists, indifferent, “No need, it’s just a bit red. I’m not that weak.”

She had never applied medicine before when she got hurt in fights. This was nothing.

Unfortunately, the man was very insistent. Fang Chuning found it strange, remembering his panicked and flustered appearance when he came to rescue her. She felt even more peculiar inside. Was it because he cared for her by extension? Was he afraid he wouldn’t be able to face Fang Hong if something happened to her since Fang Hong had entrusted her to him? Thinking like this made sense.

Glancing at the man’s devastatingly beautiful face, it was hard to believe that someone who usually handled everything with ease and didn’t take anything seriously would show such an expression.

He must really love Fang Hong.

After the food was ready, the famished Fang Chuning didn’t want to think about anything and just ate voraciously. Today, apart from breakfast, she hadn’t eaten anything since she lost her appetite while shopping with Tang Jiali, and now she was so hungry she felt nauseous.

“Don’t rush, eat slowly, no one’s going to snatch it from you.” Li Yipeng had resumed his gentle and virtuous demeanor, pushing a freshly squeezed nutritious fruit juice in front of her. “Don’t choke, drink some juice.”

Just as he finished speaking, Fang Chuning felt something stuck in her throat. Her breath suddenly caught, but the gentle pat on her back helped her recover, and she managed to swallow the food.

Faced with the man’s slightly reproachful gaze, Fang Chuning nonchalantly picked up the juice and took a sip.

Ah, sighing softly, Li Yipeng’s long eyelashes lowered gently as he looked at her, picking up a napkin to silently wipe her mouth.

Her gaze falling on the man’s fair and clean fingers, Fang Chuning suddenly remembered the blood on his hands when he came to rescue her. She hadn’t asked about it until now, but in fact, she was very curious.

“What’s wrong?” Being looked at like this by the young girl, Li Yipeng felt both enjoyment and a hint of anticipation and nervousness.

After hesitating for a while, she tentatively asked, “Did you… kill someone?”

Very straightforward.

Li Yipeng’s expression froze for a moment, then he acted as if nothing had happened, “No.”

“But the blood on your hands at that time…”

“It just splashed on accidentally.”

How could it accidentally splash just on his hands? Fang Chuning didn’t believe it.

The man’s ink-black long hair was unbound, casually falling on his clean white shirt. He tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes filled with a smile, his brows and eyes alluring, “Are you scared?”

Fang Chuning felt her eyes dazzled for a moment, and she denied, “No, I was just asking.”

Although, thinking about a killer being right beside her was a bit terrifying, even if he had killed for her sake.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Fang Chuning was so tired she wanted to sleep, but the man insisted on applying medicine for her.

Li Yipeng carefully applied the medicine-soaked cotton swab to the red marks on her wrists, as if afraid of hurting her. He even gently blew on the wounds, his cautious manner leaving Fang Chuning speechless.

“I’m not a porcelain doll, you don’t need to be like this.” Compared to the ligature marks, the kick she received today hurt more.

Li Yipeng seemed not to hear her words and continued his own way. His lowered eyelashes concealed the deep waves in his eyes. “Tomorrow we need to pay a visit to Madame Campbell.”

Fang Chuning was startled, “You mean that mafia boss?”

“Yes, to thank her for her help today.”

The next day, Fang Chuning changed into clothes prepared by the servants. It was a Western aristocratic style, very complicated. She couldn’t even put it on by herself and needed someone’s help.

Li Yipeng said that the boss placed great importance on ceremony and appearance, and they might not even be allowed in with ordinary clothes.

Two hours later, they arrived at the boss’s residence. Well, how to put it, it was a castle! Just the estate was much larger than where she lived.

They were invited into the castle by a woman in an immaculate suit. Fang Chuning followed behind, observing her surroundings. Vintage European-style fountains, walking through lush green passages, she saw swings in the bushes, trees entwined with flowering vines, greenery intentionally trimmed into whimsical shapes, artificial treehouses, flowers covering the ground, fine water spray like white mist giving everything a mysterious aura, just like a fairy tale world.

She found it surprising, completely at odds with her mental image of a mafia boss.

The woman walking in front explained: “This is young master Eric’s ‘treasure’. It’s a world the mistress ‘created’ for young master Eric. Young master Eric likes to come here in his leisure time; this is his fairy tale world.”

After hearing the explanation, Fang Chuning raised an eyebrow. No wonder that child was so “innocent”, he had been spoiled.

Passing through a long corridor, the scene suddenly brightened. Before Fang Chuning could get a clear look, she saw a golden figure pouncing towards her. Li Yipeng, standing beside her, narrowed his eyes and quickly steadied the person who was about to fall into the girl’s arms.

With a gentle smile on his face, he said, “You must be young master Eric?”

The blonde boy tilted his head to look at him, “How did you know?”

The man steadied him to stand properly, his voice particularly sexy as he softly spoke in German, “Because young master Eric is as radiant as the sun.”

The unrestrained praise made the blonde boy happily raise the corners of his mouth, “Really?”

After receiving the man’s affirmation, he became even happier. Looking towards Fang Chuning, his eyes sparkling like jewels, he asked, “Are we friends now?”

What kind of obsession was this?

Before Fang Chuning could answer, a woman’s voice, deep like a grand piano, came from behind the blonde boy. “Eric.” Everyone looked over to see a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes slowly walking towards them.

This was the mistress of this ancient castle.

Much younger than Fang Chuning had imagined.

The blonde woman’s eyes roamed over the man’s face, her red lips curling slightly, “These are our esteemed guests, Eric. You shouldn’t be so impolite.”

“I’m not being impolite, I just want to be friends with her,” the blonde boy said hopefully.

The blonde woman shifted her gaze to the young girl, her smile deepening, “That depends on whether Miss Fang agrees or not.”

What else could Fang Chuning say? On someone else’s turf, how could she not agree to such a small matter? However, after agreeing, she somewhat regretted it.

The blonde boy seemed to have inexhaustible energy, dragging her to tour the entire castle, including his so-called fairy tale world. “Ning, now that we’re good friends, can I visit your home?” Eric asked with a face full of happy smiles.

“There’s nothing fun at my place,” Fang Chuning replied.

“It doesn’t need to be fun, I just want to go to your home.”

Fang Chuning sat in his secret treehouse, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at the scenery outside. Hearing this, she glanced at him and said, “Suit yourself.”

With a child’s mentality, he’d probably lose interest after visiting once and finding it not fun.

The blonde boy happily put both hands on the table, propping up his upper body, “Ning, you’re so nice!”

As the sun set, they were invited to stay for dinner. At the dinner table, Fang Chuning drank some red wine. She originally didn’t want to drink, but after the boss said, “You’re already at the age where you can drink,” she felt it would be impolite not to. So, she reluctantly took a sip, and then discovered…

Hmm, it tasted surprisingly good.

She ended up drinking five glasses, and Fang Chuning became tipsy.

Before leaving, she heard the blonde boy’s reluctance to part, “Ning, come visit often, okay?”

Fang Chuning, in her drunken haze, gave him an okay sign and got into the car with the man’s support.

As soon as she got in the car, she tilted her head and fell asleep leaning against the car window. In her drowsy state, she felt someone moving her head, and then her head was moved to a softer position to rest on.

Li Yipeng looked down at the person leaning on his shoulder, the depths of his dark eyes deep and obscure.

The young girl wasn’t completely drunk. When they got out of the car, he only needed to support her with one hand.

Once inside the villa, he helped her sit down on the sofa. He didn’t go to get a wet towel or make sobering soup, but instead stood in front of the young girl, looking down at her.

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His hand hanging at his side tightened and loosened repeatedly, as if unable to restrain himself. He leaned on the back of the sofa, reached out to gently caress her flushed face, his voice so soft as if afraid of waking her, “Miss Fang?”

“……”

The man lightly licked his dry lips and called out again softly: “Ningning?”

“…Mmm?” The young girl responded very reluctantly.

The man’s voice was like a hypnotic spell, grinding, penetrating, and diffusing in her ear, “Today, did you have fun playing with young master Eric?”

“…No…”

A light chuckle rippled out, “Do you want to drink a little more?”

Fang Chuning slowly opened her hazy eyes and stared at him.

Li Yipeng felt his heart suddenly speed up, intoxicated by her gaze. He moved his face closer to hers, their noses touching, his eyes gazing into the depths of her unfocused ones, softly exhaling orchid-scented breath, “Hmm? Drink a little more?”

The young girl neither responded nor answered, her eyes as confused and bewildered as a child’s.

He could no longer control himself and suddenly pressed his lips against those he had longed for, gently turning and twisting like a feather, his tongue parting her teeth, wantonly teasing.

He gasped, immersed in the moment, but when he pulled away, he saw that the young girl had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Li Yipeng raised his hand and pinched her cheek, seeming both angry and amused, “You’re so naughty.”

After gazing at the young girl for a long time, he contentedly buried his face in the crook of her neck, murmuring: “How did I come to like you so much?”