Zhan family's bewitching little fox

The grand event hall, a breathtaking display of opulence and grandeur, loomed before them, its crystal chandeliers casting a soft, golden glow over the assembled guests. As they entered, Wei Feng's struggle resumed, her heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and frustration. She couldn't bear the thought of being by this man's side any longer, not when the circumstances that had brought them to this extravagant soirée were far from ideal. The tension in the air was palpable, like a tightly wound coil ready to spring.

"Be good. I'm not going to eat you up," the man's magnetic voice reassured her, his tone carrying a hint of amusement as if he were savoring every moment of her predicament. His dark eyes, filled with a playful glint, held her gaze captive, making it challenging for Wei Feng to look away.

But Wei Feng was made of stronger stuff. With a look of merciless determination, she lifted her head, her almond-shaped eyes locked onto his. She refused to let his charm weaken her resolve, even though it felt like a losing battle. Wei Wan Qing, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by her resistance. He continued to guide her toward the resting area with a calm and composed demeanor that contrasted sharply with her inner turmoil.

Unable to bear with it any longer, Wei Feng impulsively stepped on the man's foot with her heels. However, in her haste to make a point, she had forgotten one crucial detail – she was wearing platform wedge heels that would not have the desired outcome she expected. The result was a comical stumble that sent a ripple of laughter from the target, who couldn't help but be amused by the unexpected turn of events. Wei Feng's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she quickly regained her composure, her pride refusing to let her stay down.

While their cat-and-mouse game continued, a hand suddenly shook the one around her waist and pulled her into its embrace. Wei Feng's heart skipped a beat, and she gasped at the unexpected turn of events. She found herself encircled in strong arms, the scent of an expensive cologne filling her senses. The familiarity of the cologne momentarily disoriented her, but she didn't have time to dwell on it.

'What did I do wrong to be passed around like a plate of cheese? Can anyone please help me?' Zhan Wei Feng could only cry in her mind, feeling trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. Her heart raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. It was as though the world had conspired to play a cruel prank on her.

As she was silently lamenting her situation, she heard a voice in her ears, a voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Zhan family's bewitching little fox, be good and stay this way. Then I will let you play to your heart's content." His voice was low and seductive, and he spoke in the language of Country A.

Wei Feng's eyes widened in shock. Only her family knew that she referred to herself as the "Zhan family's bewitching little fox," and he even spoke in the language of Country A. This meant they had her. But who had her? The puzzle pieces didn't seem to fit, and it left her bewildered and vulnerable.

She lifted her face and looked at the man who held her in his arms, but his face didn't resemble anyone in her memory, and it bore no resemblance to her family. So, it was him, her partner in crime, her confidant in countless adventures. No, a more suitable description would be the one who always fell into her sweet traps and gave in to all her pleas.

'I am done for... I am done for... Why is it you?' she shattered inwardly, a swirl of conflicting emotions crashing over her like a tidal wave. Memories of their past escapades, both the thrilling and the embarrassing ones, flooded her mind, making it impossible to deny the complex history they shared.

Zhan Yu Xuan, for his part, winked at her as if in response to her unspoken questions. He then looked up and faced Wei Wan Qing with a charming smile that hid a world of secrets. "Thank you for accompanying my little girl. You can go on your way. I will take care of her from now on." His words carried a possessive tone, one that hinted at a deeper connection between them.

Wei Wan Qing didn't say a word. His eyes remained fixed on the little girl who was nestling in the arms of the man in front of him. He calmly turned around and began to walk toward the second level of the hall, his thoughts a turbulent sea of emotions. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, even though he knew the complexities of their relationship. His silent departure spoke volumes, leaving behind an unspoken understanding that their paths had diverged.

When he saw the man who had made him uneasy and angry tickle her nape, and heard his low voice again, "You can leave me. There's no need to be so reluctant and clingy," all his actions sent an electric jolt through her body. Wei Feng's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and a hint of something more complicated, a flutter of longing that she tried to suppress.

'When did the silent kid become such a tease? No, no, I must run away first before anyone spots us like this.' With that thought, she spun around and ran away like a little rabbit, her heart pounding with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. But her hurried escape inadvertently sent a message to him in Morse code.

"You see, who you call reluctant? In your dreams," she retorted in her thoughts, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of irritation and a hint of something more profound, a connection that transcended words.

Upon hearing that, Zhan Yu Xuan burst into laughter, his deep and melodious laughter filling the air like a soothing melody. "You're still the same after all these years," he mumbled to himself, his eyes softening as he watched her retreat. It had to be said that it was fortunate no one was actually in the resting area to witness the scene of the little girl trying to escape from the embrace of two men, a scenario any girl would never want to let go of, thanks to the fall plot someone had scripted.

But there was one pair of eyes burning with hatred as they watched the little figure that ran away. It was a pair of cold, calculating eyes that belonged to a person who had been watching the unfolding drama with keen interest, and now, with a simmering rage that threatened to consume them.