After the Beautiful Young Master's Arranged Marriage, He Was Targeted by His Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 8

Feng Mian arrived upstairs and made his way familiarly to the cold, narrow bedroom next to the utility room at the end of the hall.

There were many guest rooms on the sunny side of the house, but the Chi family would rather leave them empty than let him stay in one. Chi Chen took pleasure in tormenting him, and the rest of the family remained indifferent.

The Chi family members understood the situation perfectly well; they all knew he was just a plaything sent to them. The Chi family looked down on the Feng family, to say nothing of showing him any respect. Here, he was treated worse than a servant—in their eyes, he was likely no different from a bed-warmer Chi Chen had picked up from some club.

Feng Mian pushed open the bedroom door, and a rush of damp, musty air hit him instantly. The chilly atmosphere washed over his face, making him feel a coldness that seemed to permeate from his very bones.

Feng Mian shuddered.

He took his phone out of his pocket and saw a message from his father.

【Chi Mingzhou is back in the country?】

There was no greeting, just a cold, icy question.

Feng Mian felt exhausted beyond measure. He had intended to pretend he hadn’t seen it, but before he could put the phone back in his pocket, another message popped up.

【If you don’t reply within three minutes, you won’t need to take your medication this month.】

Feng Mian’s hand paused, and he steeled himself to reply with three characters.

【He is back.】

After he replied, the message sank like a stone into the sea; there was no further word from that side.

Feng Mian reached up to rub his temples, set the phone aside, and walked toward the bathroom.

Closing the door and taking off his clothes, he saw his reflection in the full-length mirror.

His bare body was covered in purplish-bruised marks. Some were from kisses, but more were from being ruthlessly pinched…

His legs were sore and weak, his knees throbbed from Chi Chen’s kick, and every step he took felt as if he were treading on the edge of a blade.

It was his first experience with intimacy, and Chi Mingzhou had shown him not a shred of gentleness, as if he wouldn’t stop until he had tormented him to death.

He slowly stepped under the showerhead, the warm water falling on his skin and washing away a fraction of his exhaustion.

He cast a glance at his black dress trousers on the side.

The trousers were a dark color, so the mess behind them wasn’t obvious. Recalling what Chi Chen had said to him tonight, a weight pressed down on his heart, leaving him feeling so stifled he could barely breathe.

Chi Mingzhou…

Chi Mingzhou’s appearance had undoubtedly made his already difficult life even more miserable.

As the name crossed his mind, a complex and indescribable feeling washed over him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and an unusual expression slowly gathered in their depths…

He was distracted, when suddenly a “clatter” outside the door jolted him awake.

Feng Mian quickly turned off the shower and threw on his bathrobe. The moment he opened the door, he came face-to-face with Chi Chen, who was bending over to pick something up.

Chi Chen picked up the book he had knocked over and placed it back on the table. His gaze swept over Feng Mian in his bathrobe, and he murmured, “It fits quite well…”

The bathrobe Feng Mian was wearing was one he had found by chance—something he had worn years ago. It was from his youth; while it didn’t look too small on Feng Mian, it was a bit short.

The black, silk-like fabric draped beautifully. The hem hit just above the knees, revealing two fair, well-proportioned long legs standing before him, and the belt cinched his waist, outlining a graceful curve.

Chi Chen’s mouth went dry, and the desire in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He stood up from the chair and took a step toward Feng Mian.

His gaze wantonly measured Feng Mian’s body, his mind unable to stop imagining what it would feel like to hold Feng Mian in his arms.

This was someone the Feng family had sent to him; he was his, sooner or later. Since that was the case, why not have a taste sooner…