Foster Son, Don’t Be So Crazy (39)

Song Jia furrowed her eyebrows.

Once again, she surveyed the man from head to toe. But she really couldn't remember him. How could she, this grandma that likes beautiful things, be unable to remember this kind of extremely handsome face? It must be that he was mistaken about her, right.

But quickly, another problem cropped up. If it was truly like this, then how did he know her name?

Song Jia paused and said, "I...I really don't remember. How about telling me your name?"

Xiang Feng stared at her for a long moment, his eyes dark and dim. Song Jia began to feel uncomfortable under his intense stare, her eyes lifting up to study the left side of his face again.

Xiang Feng caught her glance. He also caught the tinge of unspoken fear in her eyes and his whole body stiffened.

He opened his mouth and said slowly, careful to enunciate each word, "It doesn't matter."

He then walked with long strides out of the door, his shoulders tense. Song Jia hurried after him, but before she could catch up, he had already closed the door.

She then heard the sound of a metal latch being pushed down.

Song Jia pounded her fists against the door and yelled, "Hey, let me out!"

Was this man crazy?

She was Sleeping Beauty, not Rapunzel! Why did he have to lock her in a tower like this?

On the other side, Xiang Feng leaned against the door with his eyes closed. He could hear her shouts, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together.

She was afraid of him.

She was actually afraid of him.

Was he that scary? She even risked her life just to escape from him. With her being this afraid, how could he introduce himself to her?

He heard her continuously pound her fists against the door and heartache flashed in his eyes.

Her hands were so soft, wouldn't she hurt herself by doing this?

"Don't punch the door with your weak strength, it still won't open."

Because he was hiding his emotions, his voice had turned somewhat cold.

"..."

Song Jia's hands stopped in mid-air, surprise filling her expression.

He didn't leave?

"You...quickly let me out. You can't lock me in here, it's illegal!"

"Whether it's illegal or not, someone have to report the illegal activity first."

His voice was bland.

She was locked up in the castle, where the royal family lived. What was the use of rules when the one making them didn't mind it the slightest bit?

Song Jia ground her teeth. She opened her  mouth to say something, but he cut her off.

"Stay still, I'll go and get you food."

She must be hungry.

Xiang Feng unpeeled himself from the door and put on his mask. She loved to eat delicious food so much, he must order the royal head chef to cook her the best of everything.

Song Jia didn't have the appetite and moved her lips to speak, but was once again interrupted by his low voice.

"Don't try to escape by the window, or I'll tie you to the bed," he warned her.

His words were fierce and demanding.

"..."

Song Jia's face was black. Tie her to the bed? What was she in his eyes, ah? A dog?

Listening to the sound of his footsteps fading, Song Jia retreated away from the door and sat on the couch in the sitting room. Judging by how luxurious this place was, she must be in the royal palace. What she was afraid of the most was the probability that her plans to become queen were discovered by the crown princess.

She had barely even started, and her plans failed already?

The man quickly came back, and Song Jia stood up when she heard the door being unlatched. She raised herself on her tiptoes to catch a glimpse of the hallway, but the man was too tall and blocked the view.

He quickly closed the door behind him, and Song Jia realized that it could not be locked from the inside. This was still a primitive age, and locks were a rare commodity, only known to the nobles who stored valuable assets in their houses.

Xiang Feng carried the tray to her, and seeing that she was not paying attention to him, there was a downward tug at his mouth.

With one hand he carried the tray filled with food, and with the other, he picked up Song Jia like a small animal by the waist. He dumped her on the bed and elegantly put the tray on the bedside table.

He then turned back to look at Song Jia, "What you are thinking about, you shouldn't hesitate to tell me."

He wanted to occupy everything about her. Even in her thoughts, his existence must be there.

Song Jia looked at him strangely. She was thinking of how to escape earlier, so why should she tell her kidnapper about it? She wasn't stupid.

But because of his actions, her train of thought was stopped. No wonder he was so confident about the door being unlocked while he was still inside the room, with his enormous strength, the chances of her being able to escape was almost nil.

Seeing that there was still no response from her, Xiang Feng's mood took a turn for the worse. Being ignored by her did not feel good.

He gripped her chin and made her look at him.

"What were you thinking about?" he asked.

What did she have to think about when he was right in front of her? Even when she was out of his sight, all he could think about was her.

What she was doing at that moment, who she was talking to, and the places she had been. Since polyandry was the norm in this kingdom, what if she was pressured to not only take a single husband, but two? Or maybe, three?

Xiang Feng's dark eyes became filled with a thick killing intent.

His voice dipped into the negatives, making Song Jia shiver as he asked hoarsely, "Were you thinking of your husband?"

Song Jia's mind went blank.

Husband? What husband, ah?

Because she was too shocked to speak, Xiang Feng thought her silence meant that she agreed with him and his whole body released a chilling aura.

He was jealous to the point that he wanted to kill people, even when his eyes hadn't turned red.

Song Jia realized that the grip on her chin was gradually becoming painful and quickly sobbed out, selling meng [1], "I don't have a husband, wuwu..."

[1] Ch. idiom for someone faking cuteness or acting adorable