Marriage Seduction Addiction

Yan Fengqi was forced to stay at the hotel and hold meetings with Yan Shiyu for two days. The rest of the time, he still looked after himself. Even when Yan Shiyu and Tang Xu were eating at the same restaurant, they sat separately.

Tang Xu pulled Yan Shiyu to sit in a corner, while Yan Fengqi sat alone by the window, enjoying the fine wine and food.

In Tang Xu's opinion, Yan Fengqi was a very unpredictable person. Although she knew that Yan Fengqi was willing to come and help because of Qiao Ling's news, she was still very uneasy about him.

After all, he had staged far too many tales of betrayal and scheming in the past.

"Does Yan Fengqi have connections with those overseas capital firms? Why is it necessary to ask him for help?" Tang Xu asked Yan Shiyu in a low voice while secretly observing Yan Fengqi.

"We're looking for him because his businesses overlap with Shao Qingyun's, and he might have some connections that could play a crucial role in this matter," Yan Shiyu replied.

Although Tang Xu already had a vague answer in her heart, she still asked, "What overlapping part?"

“The gray part,” Yan Shiyu said.

Sure enough.

Tang Xu didn't comment, but then asked, "Are you sure he'll honestly help you? After all, that kind of person of his—"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but secretly glance at Yan Fengqi with her glasses, only to find herself meeting his gaze.

At some point, Yan Fengqi also looked in their direction and raised his glass to her from afar.

Tang Xu quickly looked away, not wanting to have any interaction with him.

Looking down, she noticed that Yan Shiyu had placed the freshly cut beef chops onto her plate.

"I can't eat anymore, don't cut it for me, you eat it yourself." Tang Xu said as he put the steak back on his plate.

"Tired of it?" Yan Shiyu asked.

"What do you think?" Tang Xu said, resting her chin on her hand. "There's really nothing good to eat abroad."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Gao Yan, carrying a Chinese food box, spoke a few words to the manager at the door, and then walked into the restaurant.

What followed was a series of steaming hot Chinese dishes presented to Tang Xu.

"Mr. Yan instructed me to buy it from Chinatown. It's from the most authentic restaurant. It's definitely not as good as when it's fresh out of the pot, but it should still be much better than the food in hotels," Gao Yan said.

Tang Xu's face lit up with a smile in an instant. He turned and kissed Yan Shiyu, then picked up a bowl of sesame paste, scooped it out with a spoon, and brought the first bite to Yan Shiyu's lips.

Yan Shiyu has never liked sweets, and even when Tang Xu offered them to her, she turned her head away.

Tang Xu frowned slightly, "Just one bite, just one bite!"

Yan Shiyu turned around, but ultimately had no choice but to open her mouth and eat it.

Tang Xu enjoyed the meal, which was a rare treat, and ate quite a lot. However, when she looked at the table where Yan Fengqi was sitting, she saw that only the waiters were clearing the table.

From a distance, it appeared that the dishes on the table were untouched, except for half a bottle of wine.

"Yan Fengqi doesn't seem to eat much?" Tang Xu couldn't help but say to Yan Shiyu again, "These past two days, every time I've seen him, it seems like the food he orders hasn't been touched. It's such a waste to order food he doesn't want to eat."

Yan Shiyu did not respond to her words, but smiled faintly and raised his hand to wipe away the foam left on her lips from the coffee she had just drunk.

After this dinner, and considering Yan Shiyu's behavior at the hotel over the past two days, Tang Xu's heart did indeed calm down a lot, and she stopped following him so closely.

That evening, Yan Shiyu had arranged to meet someone in the conference room, so Tang Xu went back to her room first.

After Gao Yan saw off the people Yan Shiyu was meeting, Yan Fengqi pushed open the door and walked into the conference room. He glanced around and chuckled before even saying anything, "Oh, where did that little tail go?"

Yan Shiyu slowly raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze revealing a hint of sinister intent.

Yan Fengqi acted as if he hadn't seen it, and tossed a cell phone over, saying, "I've found the person you wanted. You can contact him anytime using this phone."

Yan Shiyu picked up the phone, glanced at it, and then slowly said, "Let me give you a piece of advice: if you want to know about Qiao Ling, you'd better not have any improper thoughts."

This is clearly a warning.

Upon hearing this, Yan Fengqi slowly chuckled, raising his eyes to look at Yan Shiyu with a half-smile in them. "What thoughts could I possibly have? As you can see, aren't I completely under your control right now?"

“We all know who you are,” Yan Shiyu said.

Yan Fengqi laughed so hard he almost bent over, but his gaze remained fixed on Yan Shiyu's face. "Of course I know who I am, but you... seem to have forgotten your original self. Yan Shiyu, how did you become like this? Look in the mirror, do you even recognize yourself?"

Yan Shiyu raised her eyes to meet Yan Fengqi's probing, questioning, and mocking gaze, and slowly said, "It's better if you don't know me. I prefer myself the way I am now."

Upon hearing Yan Shiyu's words, Yan Fengqi's gaze froze for a moment, then returned to its usual brooding intensity. "Are you deceiving Tang Xu, or are you deceiving yourself? I know you better than anyone, because we are the same—I know everything about you, what you've been through, what you're hiding in your heart, and what your true inner self is like. People should be honest with themselves; why deceive themselves?"

Yan Shiyu knew perfectly well why Yan Fengqi had said those words.

From the moment Tang Xu started following him, he could sense Yan Fengqi's gaze falling on them every single time.

To some extent, he and Yan Fengqi can be considered the same kind of people—

They share the same blood, were raised by the same person, experienced the same pain and misfortune, and ultimately grew into people who are out of step with this world.

Therefore, they should be considered the same kind.

The feelings between people of the same kind are very subtle.

You might hate people in this world who are so similar to you and are your competitors, but you'd also be grateful that there are people in this world who are just as abnormal as you.

Therefore, they share the same plight, yet they can also ruthlessly destroy each other.

But now, Yan Shiyu seems to have recovered, gradually detaching herself from that abnormal world.

So Yan Fengqi panicked.

After losing his only kinsman, he wasn't just panicked; he was also consumed by envy and jealousy, almost to the point of madness.

Why?
Why is it that Yan Shiyu can leave that world so easily?

Shouldn't they all be trapped in that world forever, never to be free?
Do people like them even deserve another kind of life?

Yan Shiyu knew all too well what a madman would be like, and he also knew what Yan Fengqi would do after going insane. Therefore, he had to warn him in advance, to remind him—

After all, this matter involves Tang Xu, and he doesn't want any mistakes to happen.

“There’s really no point in deceiving yourself,” Yan Shiyu said. “So why bother? It’s better to face yourself honestly.”

Yan Fengqi laughed again, staring intently at Yan Shiyu, a strange red glint in his eyes. "Are you... lecturing me? As if you've been there all along?"

Yan Shiyu met his gaze, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "Just a reminder—Qiao Ling's plane will arrive tomorrow."

In short, the eerie red in Yan Fengqi's eyes gradually revealed a paranoid and sinister madness.

Yan Shiyu didn't linger any longer, got up and left the conference room, leaving Yan Fengqi sitting there alone, lost in thought...

……

Tang Xu met Qiao Ling at noon the next day.

At that time, Tang Xu was sitting in the lobby bar drinking coffee. Yan Shiyu rarely had time to accompany her. Gao Yan happened to bring Qiao Ling to the hotel lobby at that moment.

Before this, Tang Xu already knew from Yan Shiyu that Yan Fengqi's condition for agreeing to help was Qiao Ling, but when she actually saw Qiao Ling, Tang Xu couldn't help but feel uneasy. After all, Yan Fengqi was a madman, and Qiao Ling was the woman he had been obsessively searching for for so long.

Tang Xu really didn't dare to imagine what it would be like when the two of them met.

Compared to her vague unease, Qiao Ling was very calm and composed. Upon seeing them, she stepped forward to greet them: "Mr. Yan, Miss Tang."

Two years had passed, and Qiao Ling was almost the same as Tang Xu remembered, except that her hair had grown a little longer, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes had become less sharp and more composed.

"You must be tired," Yan Shiyu said. "Have a seat for a while."

Qiao Ling nodded and sat down on the chair next to her without refusing.

Tang Xu pushed the latte that had just been served in front of Qiao Ling. Although she knew that Yan Shiyu would not force or deceive Qiao Ling, she still couldn't help but ask, "Miss Qiao, do you know why you came this time?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ling glanced at Yan Shiyu and said, "Wasn't I supposed to come see Yan Fengqi?"

Tang Xu couldn't help but ask, "Then are you willing too?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ling lowered her eyes slightly, picked up her latte, took a sip, and finally spoke: "Some things always have to be resolved. Are we really going to hide forever?"

As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously stroked the cup, her inner state clearly not as calm as it appeared.

Although Tang Xu was curious about the entanglement between her and Yan Fengqi, she didn't dare to ask at this moment. After a moment of silence, she looked at Yan Shiyu and said, "Why didn't Yan Fengqi show up today? He's been looking for Miss Qiao for so long, shouldn't he have come to see her as soon as possible?"

Yan Shiyu did not answer. Qiao Ling slowly put down her coffee cup and said, "He is probably... waiting for me to appear in front of him."

Then, Qiao Ling stood up, nodded slightly to the two people, and then turned and walked towards the elevator.

Tang Xu stared blankly at Qiao Ling's figure until she disappeared from sight. Only then did she turn back to Yan Shiyu and ask, "Why would she be willing to see Yan Fengqi? She used to avoid him like the plague."

"Do you remember where you last met her in Boston?"

“By the roadside,” Tang Xu replied. “I also took her to a nursing home.”

Yan Shiyu nodded and said, "She has a grandmother who lives there and is her only weakness. Her grandmother passed away recently."

"So—" Tang Xu finally understood a little, "She was only willing to come back and resolve the issues between her and Yan Fengqi because she had no more worries."

But when faced with such a person, it's like incurring a terrible debt; how can it be so easily settled?
……

Gao Yan led Qiao Ling upstairs, and after getting off the elevator, he told her the room number where Yan Fengqi was, and then turned around and got back into the elevator.

Although it was midday and the warm lighting in the corridor was cozy and bright, the corridor seemed unfathomable and mysterious to Qiao Ling.

However, in the end, she still walked step by step to the end and came to the unique double door that was the only one of its kind on the entire floor.

With just one glance, Qiao Ling noticed that the door in front of her was not completely closed, but only slightly ajar.

In other words, she could open the door and go in with just a gentle push.

Behind the door, Yan Fengqi was waiting for her.

Qiao Ling stood there tensely for a long time before finally reaching out and pushing open the door.

The room was dimly lit.

This was originally the room with the best orientation in the entire hotel, as it was located at the southernmost end of the building and had 270-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, so it should have been the most transparent and bright.

But now, the heavy curtains completely block out the light from the window, leaving only a cold white floor lamp illuminating the mess around the sofa—pillows lying on the floor, overturned wine glasses, scattered white pills, and some unknown injection syringes…

But Yan Fengqi was nowhere to be seen.

Qiao Ling stood at the door for a while before finally closing the door and coming in.

It wasn't until she walked into the inner room that Qiao Ling finally heard a sound coming from the bathroom, but it wasn't the sound of water; instead, it was the sound of metal clashing.

Qiao Ling couldn't identify what the sound was, but her senses were heightened to an extreme degree at that moment—

She knew Yan Fengqi was in there.

The spot next to her, separated by only one wall.

Even though she had prepared herself mentally, at this moment, she still couldn't control her slightly numb body.

Until... a very faint meow came from inside.

Qiao Ling suddenly snapped out of her daze, finally realizing what was inside, and quickly headed towards the bathroom—

In the bathroom, Yan Fengqi was sitting on the floor next to the bathtub, holding a white British Shorthair kitten in his arms.

This should have been a heartwarming scene, but Qiao Ling's pupils instantly constricted.

At this very moment, Yan Fengqi was holding the kitten's chin with one hand and using a blade in the other to gently slice across the kitten's whiskers.

The cat was extremely docile, not daring to struggle or meow, and obediently let him do as he pleased.

As his beard fell to the ground, Yan Fengqi slowly raised his eyes. Upon seeing the person standing at the door, a strange smile appeared on his lips. He then picked up the cat and spoke softly, "Look, who's back?"

Qiao Ling's heart was in her throat.

Because the moment he lifted the cat up, whether by coincidence or intention, the blade in his hand landed on the side of the cat's neck!

With just a little force or a slight deviation in movement, the blade could easily slice through the cat's neck!
Qiao Ling had imagined many times what it would be like to meet Yan Fengqi again, but none of them had shocked her as much as this moment.

She knew how much Yan Fengqi hated her, and that if they met again, he would definitely try every means to torment her.

But she never expected that he would bring a sheep here and present it to her in this state.

Yes, this kitten is named Yizhiyang (一只羊). She took in a kitten when she was still with him. The reason she named him Yizhiyang is because he had extremely poor sleep and often couldn't sleep all night. So she named the kitten "Yizhiyang" (一只羊). She also said that if she had the opportunity to adopt other small animals in the future, she would name them "Yizhiyang" (两羊), "Yizhiyang" (三子羊), and so on, so that he might be able to fall asleep by saying their names.

However, before "two sheep" or "three sheep" could appear, she had already run away from him.

At this moment, Qiao Ling dared not move an inch.

Yan Fengqi's gaze was terrifyingly calm. "What? It hasn't been that long, and you don't even recognize your own cat anymore?"

As soon as he said that, Qiao Ling stretched her stiff body and took a step forward, as if walking on a knife's edge, fearing that the blade in his hand might move unexpectedly.

Only when she finally held a sheep tightly in her arms and felt its still warm body did Qiao Ling lose control and fall to the ground.

Yan Fengqi continued to toy with the razor blade in his hand, watching the sheep nestled obediently in Qiao Ling's arms, and chuckled softly—

"It actually recognizes you."

"I thought you were so capable that you could hide out there for the rest of your life."

"Why did you come back this time? To be someone's informant? To investigate which case?"

He was still smiling, but the next moment, his previously languid and playful voice suddenly turned cold and indifferent—

"Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?" (End of Chapter)