Going Rogue! The Sickly Beauty Stopped Faking After Transmigrating - Chapter 6

Yu Feng had walked up behind them at some point. Su An poked him lightly. “Don’t bully him.”

Yu Feng caught Su An’s wandering finger and gripped it in his hand. “Are you like this with everyone you meet for the first time?” An edge of displeasure flashed through his eyes, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Su An delivered a triple denial: “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t overthink it.”

Tong Jiu suppressed his urge to continue watching the drama. Seeing that the two seemed to have forgotten he existed, he prepared to make a run for it.

However, Su An grabbed the retreating Tong Jiu. He was bored out of his mind at this banquet and it was rare to find someone he could actually talk to.

“You… I… he…” Tong Jiu stammered. He glanced at the tall man standing next to Su An and silently looked away. Can’t win this fight…

Su An glanced at Yu Feng and used the finger still trapped in the man’s palm to lightly hook against his skin. “I’ll come find you in a bit.”

Yu Feng felt a jolt in his heart from that tiny gesture, and his grip loosened slightly.

Once he was far away from Yu Feng, Tong Jiu found his courage again. He looked at Su An curiously. “Hurry up and let me in on the gossip—what is your relationship with Yu Feng?”

Su An teased, “Why didn’t you just ask him?”

Tong Jiu shivered at the mere thought. “I’d have to be suicidal to ask him that. I heard he once made his subordinates cry from a scolding. Seeing his expression just now, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.”

Su An disagreed: “Rumors aren’t reliable.”

Tong Jiu curled his lip: “That’s just because you’re looking through a filter.”

The two hit it off unexpectedly well and exchanged contact information. It wasn’t until Yu Feng personally came over to retrieve his person that they said their goodbyes.

Shortly after, the guest of honor having finally changed his clothes came downstairs, and the banquet officially began. Just as Su Kefan was about to step onto the stage to give his thank-you speech, a sudden commotion erupted at the entrance of the banquet hall.

“Miss, you can’t go in there!”

A woman in a red dress burst into the room. “Su Kefan, you scumbag! You promised I was the only one, then you turned around and found another woman!”

The guests in the hall immediately broke into hushed discussions, their faces filled with varying degrees of curiosity and scrutiny. Yu Feng raised an eyebrow at the sight and looked at Su An, who was watching the scene with great relish.

He nudged Su An’s arm. “The person you found?”

“Is it exciting or what?” Su An didn’t take his eyes off the drama. He looked like he was one step away from grabbing a handful of melon seeds to munch on.

Yu Feng nodded in agreement. “Exciting.”

Su Kefan looked panicked at the sight of the woman. “Where is the security? Where is security! Get this crazy woman out of here right now! I don’t even know her!”

He forced a smile, pretending to be calm as he walked toward her. “Crazy woman, do you have any proof for these lies? I don’t know you at all.”

Security had already restrained the woman. Despite being held down, a manic smile remained on her face. “Su Kefan, what are you pretending for? You slept with me just last night. There are still strands of your hair on my bed!”

“If you all don’t believe it, feel free to take them for a DNA test and see if it’s true.”

Once things reached this point, the guests had already made up their minds; it was likely true. The banquet fell into total chaos. Su An’s father’s blood pressure spiked so high he nearly fainted, and the smile on Zhang Lijiao’s face completely collapsed, though she still tried desperately to control the situation.

To Su An’s pleasant surprise, the Su family had specifically invited several media outlets to cover the birthday banquet to boost Su Kefan’s public profile. Seeing this turn of events, the reporters’ eyes lit up this was massive gossip! Whether it was good or bad, they filmed everything to upload it online.

Su An’s father’s assistant hurried to his side, looking anxious. “President Su, the internet is flooded with negative sentiment toward the group. It’s spreading fast, and the company’s stock is already showing signs of dropping.”

The father’s fingers shook with rage. “Kick all the reporters out! Get someone to suppress the news immediately! If you can’t handle this, you’re fired!”

The assistant left tremulously, calling the security guards to evict the gleeful reporters. The reporters, standing outside in the cold wind, were a bit speechless: You invited us, yet you’re unhappy now. Regardless, they looked through their footage with great satisfaction. The trending searches were about to explode.

Seeing that the best part was over, Su An tugged at Yu Feng’s sleeve. “Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

Yu Feng took Su An to a high-end restaurant. They sat down in a private booth, and as Yu Feng flipped through the menu, he asked, “Any dietary restrictions?”

“No onions, no scallions, ginger, or garlic. No cilantro. No carrots. No raw eggs, and no cooked cucumbers.” Su An thought for a moment to ensure he hadn’t missed anything. “That’s all.”

“Are you reciting a menu over there?” Yu Feng joked, but he noted every single one down.

“In the past, no one cared about my preferences. If I liked it, I ate; if I didn’t, I went hungry,” Su An said softly, thinking back to his days in the orphanage. “Even if I hated it, I had to eat it.”

Yu Feng listened, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, he looked up and gazed seriously at Su An. “You don’t belong here, do you?”

Though it was phrased as a question, his tone was one of absolute certainty. Su An’s pupils contracted sharply, and for a moment, he forgot how to speak.

It took a long time before he found his voice. “You…”

“Want to know how I can tell?” Yu Feng’s gaze was as sharp as a blade, as if he were looking straight through the physical shell to see the soul within. He let out a light chuckle. “Do you know what you called me that first night?”

Su An’s smile was forced. “I’m not sure I want to know.”

Yu Feng seemed to be recalling the scene, a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth. “You said that even if you took a liking to a dog, you’d never take a liking to rich people like us. You said people like us were hypocritical and pretentious…”

Su An covered his face. “Stop talking.”

Su An was losing it internally: Original owner, what were you doing? Did you have a grudge against the rich? He suspected that Feng Ling might have added fuel to the fire, egging the original owner on to provoke the villain and act as cannon fodder, but he didn’t have those specific memories.

“And yet, the very next day, you asked the ‘hypocritical and pretentious’ person you spoke of to pay your hotel bill,” Yu Feng finished the thought.

Su An poked the bottom of his bowl with his chopsticks, his eyes darting away. “So you knew all along.”

Yu Feng suppressed a smile at his reaction. “I didn’t believe it at first, but you just admitted it.”

Su An: “…” Su An: This man is so calculating.

Su An tapped his chin with his finger, looking at Yu Feng with clear, innocent eyes. “So, are you going to kick me out?”

“If you were the person from before, I wouldn’t have brought you home in the first place,” Yu Feng said with a half-smile, his tone slow and deliberate. “Providing money to someone who cursed me? I’m not running a charity.”

After these past few days together, Su An had almost forgotten that this man was a villain. Unable to argue, Su An pursed his lips and continued poking his bowl in silence. Soon, the waiter brought out the dishes.

Yu Feng rescued the bowl from Su An’s hands and served him some food. “Eat more. You’re too thin.”

Su An leaned back against his chair, looking languid. He tilted his narrow phoenix eyes upward, a playful smile overflowing. “President Yu, this doesn’t seem right. After all, we don’t have any kind of relationship.”

A glimmer of mischief flashed in Yu Feng’s eyes. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against Su An’s ear. His voice was ambiguous and lingering: “Who says we don’t? Cohabitation, being kept… which of those words fails to define the relationship between us?”