After the Beautiful Young Master's Arranged Marriage, He Was Targeted by His Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 3

“A-Chen, is that your little fiancée?”

“Introduce him to your Little Uncle, shall we?”

As Chi Mingzhou’s voice echoed through the room, dozens of gazes landed on Feng Mian’s back. Feng Mian, who had been on the verge of leaving, froze in his tracks.

Chi Chen stared at him coldly. His lips parted, and every word dripped with frost as he commanded, “Come here.”

In the dim room, the group sat like masters of the house, watching the only prey in their game with expressions that ranged from pity to mockery.

The Feng family could hardly be considered a prominent clan. Feng Mian’s father was merely a live-in son-in-law who had only managed to scrape together some semblance of success through his wife’s connections. At best, he was a small-time upstart. The others did not even hold Feng Mian’s father in high regard, let alone an illegitimate son of the Feng family.

The atmosphere in the massive private room was so oppressive it made it difficult to breathe, as if needles were pricking his back.

Feng Mian pressed his lips together, slowly turned around, and walked toward Chi Chen in resignation.

Chi Chen leaned against the sofa, watching him with an air of leisure, a mocking glint in his slightly upturned phoenix eyes.

His gaze was unscrupulous, sweeping over Feng Mian from head to toe. It was a rude and arrogant look, as if his eyes were already stripping the person bare.

He was highly satisfied with Feng Mian’s appearance: his tall, slender frame, fair skin, and exquisite, pleasing looks. His gaze lingered on the waist beneath Feng Mian’s wrinkled white shirt, the look turning increasingly ambiguous.

The dress trousers encased two straight, long legs, cinched by a belt that outlined a lithe and firm waist, making one want to reach out and measure it. The curve of his hips was quite a sight to behold; he wondered how it would feel to the touch.

From the moment he first saw Feng Mian, he had been struck by an urge to press him beneath him. If not for this, he would have long since told them to get lost when the Feng family shamelessly tried to hand him over. He would never have pandered to such low-level individuals.

He only wanted to lure him into bed, play with him until he was tired of it, and then kick him aside. Unfortunately, while Feng Mian looked soft and easy to bully, he was actually quite stubborn. He had tried soft tactics for many days, but Feng Mian refused to yield, which annoyed him. He couldn’t have him, yet it left him itching for more. He had never been one to force people, but since Feng Mian wanted to play this game with him, he would play along.

In any case, he held the higher ground, and it would only be Feng Mian who suffered. Once he ground all of Feng Mian’s pride into dust, he would eventually come crawling, begging to be touched…

Watching Feng Mian standing before him, he slowly gathered his thoughts, his voice steady but laced with a reprimanding tone: “Tonight is the welcome banquet for Little Uncle. I haven’t seen you for ages, and you’ve arrived later than Little Uncle himself. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think you were the host of this banquet. Truly, coming from such a lowly background, you simply lack breeding.”

Feng Mian had arrived earlier, but after disappearing for a while, he had been nowhere to be found. Chi Chen was merely looking for an excuse to give him a hard time in front of everyone.

Feng Mian lowered his head in humiliation and whispered, “I’m sorry…”

Chi Chen curled his lips, quite pleased with the young man’s submissive attitude.

He teased, “Well then, why don’t you toast your Little Uncle and apologize?”

Chi Mingzhou sat there, his expression indifferent, as if he didn’t know Feng Mian at all. He didn’t say a word, allowing Chi Chen to treat Feng Mian however he pleased.

Feng Mian obediently picked up the wine glass from the table. Just as he was about to pour the drink, Chi Chen suddenly raised his foot and kicked him in the knee, adding maliciously, “Kneel down to serve the drink.”