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Feng Hongyang took me away from Zhanglu and drove to Port City.
In the midst of the mountains stood a modern-style independent villa. After he dropped me off, he left without looking back. The large house felt empty, with only a few silent servants scattered around. I spent my days sitting by the window, attending classes or reading, not approaching Feng Hongyang.
Feng Hongyang left early and returned late every day, and when we occasionally crossed paths, he ignored me. One night, he came back late and saw me asleep on the sofa. He picked up a book that had fallen to the floor and threw it at me.
I woke up startled and instinctively caught the book. Our eyes met, and Feng Hongyang's expression was grim: "Was it fun?"
I yawned and stretched lazily: "It was okay."
"Admit your mistake," Feng Hongyang said in a low voice.
I obediently replied, "I was wrong."
"You!" He seemed taken aback by my response, his expression growing colder. "Are you sulking with me?"
I remained compliant: "I wouldn't dare."
"You wouldn't dare?" Feng Hongyang sneered. "What is there that you wouldn't dare?"
I lowered my gaze and stopped responding.
Feng Hongyang grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the sofa: "Speak."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Say you were wrong, say you'll behave from now on."
I complied again: "I was wrong; I will behave from now on."
"Jiang Yuan!" Feng Hongyang gritted his teeth, "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
I looked up at him without giving an answer.
"Fine," Feng Hongyang said with a furious laugh, "Then I'll teach you a lesson for your parents."
He picked me up and placed me on the sofa, pressing my face down against the armrest. He raised his hand and brought it down heavily on my backside.
"Ah..." I couldn't help but cry out, my cheeks burning red. "Feng Hongyang! Are you crazy?"
"I think you're the one who's crazy!" Feng Hongyang gritted his teeth. "If you don't listen, I'll have to discipline you."
With that, he brought his hand down again.
I trembled all over from his beating, unable to break free, and could only endure his strikes one after another.
I don't know how long it lasted, but Feng Hongyang finally grew tired, while I felt completely weak, lacking the strength to even lift my hand.
Feng Hongyang carried me to the bathroom upstairs and washed my body.
I leaned against the edge of the bathtub, letting him rinse me off.
After the shower, he placed me on the bed and leaned down to look at me: "Have you realized your mistake?"
I closed my eyes, not wanting to respond to him.
Feng Hongyang pinched my chin, forcing me to open my eyes: "I'm asking you a question."
"I was wrong," I replied weakly.
"Where did you go wrong?"
"Everything was wrong."
Only then did Feng Hongyang show a satisfied smile: "That's more like it."
I stared at him and boldly asked for the first time: "Feng Hongyang, have you fallen in love with me?"
Feng Hongyang was taken aback, his brows furrowing tightly: "Why?"
"I don't believe you have no feelings for me at all."
Feng Hongyang gazed at me intently, and after a long pause, he slowly spoke: "If you cared, you wouldn't ask."
"That's true," I chuckled softly, "I really don't care."
Feng Hongyang's expression stiffened.
I looked at him: "You said before that you wouldn't fall in love with me."
Feng Hongyang's expression was complicated; after a while, he murmured: "I truly won't fall in love with you."
I smiled: "That's good."
Feng Hongyang stared at me, his gaze deep as the sea, as if trying to see through my soul.
I closed my eyes and ignored him.
After watching me for a long time, Feng Hongyang finally sighed and lay down beside me.
I felt his breath and gradually relaxed, falling into a deep sleep.
In the days that followed, my relationship with Feng Hongyang became quite subtle.
He no longer restricted my freedom; I could leave anytime and come back whenever I wanted.
Meanwhile, I still sat by the window every day attending classes or reading books without actively approaching Feng Hongyang.
Feng Hongyang continued to leave early and return late each day; even when we occasionally crossed paths, he would not acknowledge me.
But every night we lie on the same bed, entangled in a passionate embrace. I think perhaps we are both sick. Yet I cannot control myself, for this is the only thing I can hold onto.
Feng Hongyang received a phone call and hurriedly left, leaving behind a note telling me to stay here well. I smiled and ignored it. I continued to listen to lectures and read by the window, and the days passed quickly.
One day, while I was reading by the window, I suddenly heard the sound of an engine outside. I turned my head and saw a black Bentley slowly driving into the courtyard. The car door opened, and Feng Hongyang stepped out. He was wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses, looking handsome and elegant.
He walked into the house, saw me, and nodded slightly, saying, "I'm back." I responded lightly and continued to look down at my book. Feng Hongyang sat down beside me, took off his sunglasses, and quietly stared at me. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze and had to put down my book and turn to him, asking, "What's wrong?"
Feng Hongyang squinted his eyes and asked, "Aren't you happy?"
"What do I have to be happy about?"
"I'm back."
"Oh."
Feng Hongyang stared at me for a long time before suddenly sneering, "You really have nothing to be happy about." After saying that, he stood up and turned to leave. I watched his back, feeling a mix of emotions.
In the following days, Feng Hongyang did not come home again. I also did not take the initiative to contact him. We were like strangers, each doing our own things. Until one day, I received a phone call. It was Jin Yun calling.
"Xiao Yuan, where are you?"
"I'm in..." I paused, "Port City."
"What are you going to Port City for?" Jin Yun asked in surprise. "Tourism?"
"Sort of."
"That's great, I'm going to Port City for a business trip in a few days. I'll come find you then."
"Sure."
"Then send me your address."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, I continued to bury myself in my book.
After a while, Feng Hongyang came back. His face didn't look good, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"You're back," I greeted him lightly.
Feng Hongyang shot me a cold glance, ignored me, and went straight upstairs.
I shrugged it off, not caring much.
During dinner, Feng Hongyang remained silent. I also ignored him and just focused on my meal.
After finishing dinner, I habitually tried to leave the table, but Feng Hongyang called out to me.
"Sit down."
I stopped and turned to look at him.
Feng Hongyang stared at me. "We need to talk."
I sat back down in my chair. "About what?"
"About your thoughts."
"My thoughts?" I was confused. "What do you mean?"
Feng Hongyang took a deep breath. "What do you really want?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you angry with me?"
"Why would I be angry with you?"
"Because I hit you."
I lowered my gaze and remained silent.
"I'm sorry," Feng Hongyang said quietly. "I was really upset at that time, which is why I ended up hitting you."
I looked up at him and said, "I don't blame you."
"Then why aren't you happy?"
"I'm not unhappy."
"You are." Feng Hongyang stared at me. "You sit here every day, but your heart has already flown away."
I fell silent.
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Hongyang pressed on.
I forced a smile. "I'm thinking about too many things; I don't know which one to start with."
"Then just say them one by one."
"I don't want to talk."
Feng Hongyang frowned. "Why?"
"There’s no reason; I just don’t want to talk."
Feng Hongyang looked at me for a long time before finally sighing, "Alright, since you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you."
I nodded and stood up, wanting to leave.
"Jiang Yuan," Feng Hongyang called out to me again.
I stopped and turned to look at him.
Feng Hongyang was silent for a moment. "Are you... are you afraid?"
My heart trembled slightly, but my face remained calm. "Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that I will hurt you."
"You won't."
"How do you know I won't?"
"I just know."
Feng Hongyang looked at me, his expression complicated.
"Feng Hongyang," I said softly, "if you really want to be good to me, then please stop asking me these questions, okay?"
Feng Hongyang remained silent for a long time before finally nodding. "Alright, I won't push you."
I gave him a faint smile and turned to leave.
Back in my bedroom, I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Feng Hongyang's words echoed in my mind.
Am I really afraid?
Perhaps so.
I am afraid he will hurt me, hurt my family.
What scares me more is that he will pull me into the abyss, leaving me with no way out.
But can I really resist?
I have already sunk, hopelessly sunk.
I don’t know what to do, I can only go with the flow, allowing myself to fall deeper into the whirlpool.
Maybe one day, I will die here.
But I have no other choice.
Wang Ming met Feng Hongyang at a dinner party in Princeton.
Feng Hongyang walked over with a glass of wine and greeted him lightly, "Long time no see."
Wang Ming put down his glass and looked up at him, "Long time no see."
Feng Hongyang looked at him without speaking.
Wang Ming smiled, "You seem a bit unhappy."
"Do you think I can be happy?" Feng Hongyang retorted.
Wang Ming chuckled, "Is it because of Jiang Yuan?"
Feng Hongyang's gaze turned cold: "It's none of your business."
Wang Ming smiled again, "Mr. Feng, you are not the first person to like Jiang Yuan, nor will you be the last."
Feng Hongyang narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
Wang Ming shrugged: "It means you are not her destination."
Feng Hongyang stared at Wang Ming with a piercing gaze.
Wang Ming was unafraid and met his gaze: "Mr. Feng, you don’t understand Jiang Yuan; you only treat her in your own way, but that way is useless to her."
"Do you think you know her well?" Feng Hongyang scoffed.
Wang Ming shook his head: "I don’t know her well, but I know she doesn’t need a man like you."
Feng Hongyang stared at Wang Ming for a long time before suddenly laughing: "On what basis do you say that?"
Wang Ming replied calmly: "Simply because I am the person she trusts the most."
Feng Hongyang sneered: "You are nothing but a waste."
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