Chapter 4: House Arrest

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Ye Xiangwan turned around and took off her coat, walking a little further to hang it by the door. She pressed hard against her stomach, truly unable to listen any longer.

Feng Jinyan was born to heights ordinary people could never reach in a lifetime. Now, he lived as if the wind and rain obeyed him. With so many women in the world, how could he be so fixated on entangling himself with an ordinary woman like her for a lifetime?

She was painfully aware that, to Feng Jinyan, she was merely a vent for his anger. After all, someone so proud and lofty had been dumped by her once.

In the six years since, she had built up quite a bit of psychological resilience. But when the thin veil of reality was finally lifted and the countdown bomb exploded, she sadly realized she was still shattered beyond repair.

Seeing Ye Xiangwan walk away, Feng Jinyan’s usually gentle tone shifted slightly. “Yuyao, you know I don’t like it when others pry.”

Sensing the chill in his voice, Lu Yuyao hastened to explain, “I was just curious. I won’t ask anymore.”

“Hmm.”

After hanging up, Feng Jinyan noticed Ye Xiangwan standing not far away, lost in thought.

“Ye Xiangwan!” His voice suddenly cut through her reverie. “Come here and keep undressing.”

She sighed silently and stepped forward, her movements tinged with hesitation because Feng Jinyan was now wearing only a shirt.

Even through the fabric, one could see the firm abs and the lean, trim waist without a trace of excess flesh. Just like the young man he once was, Feng Jinyan now radiated the raw, masculine allure of strength.

“What’s wrong?”

Feng Jinyan lowered his head, carefully examining every expression on Ye Xiangwan’s face. But as always, her features remained calm and unreadable, betraying no hint of vulnerability.

“Nothing.”

Ye Xiangwan bit her lip and reached up to unbutton his shirt.

Feng Jinyan squinted slightly. “Weren’t you curious about the phone call just now? About my relationship with Lu Yuyao?”

Her hands paused. She looked up at him. “Girlfriend?”

“Mm.” Feng Jinyan’s lips curled into a slight smile. “You guessed pretty well.”

Ye Xiangwan’s breath caught. Gritting her teeth, she roughly tugged down the sleeve of Feng Jinyan’s right arm.

“Ouch!”

Feng Jinyan frowned in pain. “Don’t you know my arm’s injured?”

“You told me to undress.”

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Ye Xiangwan shot him a cold glance, then turned and tossed the clothes into the laundry basket.

With her back turned, she pressed her lips tightly together, bitterly thinking how she seemed to be regressing with every passing day.

By the end of this winter, she would be twenty-two years old.

She had been trained to be a cold, somewhat unapproachable person. Yet whenever she encountered Feng Jinyan, she would always break character and reveal her emotions.

“Ye Xiangwan.”

The man’s voice came from behind, cold but deep and magnetic, sending a tingling sensation to the ears.

She gently rubbed her earlobe and turned around, suddenly seeing Feng Jinyan’s chiseled face rapidly looming closer.

He closed in, trapping Ye Xiangwan between his arms and the wall in a narrow space. Their breaths intertwined, hot and ambiguous.

“Are you jealous?”

There was a sly smile on Feng Jinyan’s lips as he leisurely watched her.

The potent scent of his masculinity spread to Ye Xiangwan at such close range that she couldn’t avoid it. Steeling herself, she said, “Could you stop being so presumptuous?”

In an instant, Feng Jinyan’s expression changed. His bright eyes darkened, and without warning, he pressed his hand against the back of her head and forcefully silenced her lips. It was not a kiss but more like a savage bite, a brutal way to prevent hearing any more unwanted words.

A metallic taste of blood gradually filled their mouths. Ye Xiangwan’s mind went blank before the pain snapped her back to reality. Her chest heaved violently. This domineering assault nearly took her breath away. The once-familiar, intoxicating scent muddled all her senses.

She struggled to hold herself up, placing her hands on Feng Jinyan’s solid chest. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and a soft, pained moan escaped her throat.

Feng Jinyan suddenly stopped, his sharp gaze locking onto Ye Xiangwan’s face, faintly flushed. He panted heavily.

Her head rested against the wall, pupils quivering as she looked deeply into Feng Jinyan’s eyes. She almost wanted to kiss him back recklessly. But Feng Jinyan abruptly released her, turned away, and coldly spat out two words: “Get out.”

Without looking back, he walked toward the bathroom.

Ye Xiangwan couldn’t recall how she made it back to the guest room, her mind in a daze.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

She looked blankly toward the door. “Miss Ye, dinner is ready and has been brought up for you.”

Uncle Sun’s voice made her realize she hadn’t eaten dinner yet. She opened the door, and Uncle Sun froze upon seeing her face.

“What is it?”

“Miss Ye, you… don’t look well.”

Uncle Sun’s gaze swept past her lips.

Ye Xiangwan pressed her lips together and took the tray, then turned toward the bathroom.

In the mirror, her complexion was unusually pale, strands of hair clung to her forehead from cold sweat, her eyes bloodshot and fierce, and her normally pale lips were swollen and stained with fresh blood—an alarming sight.

She smiled wryly, bracing herself against the mirror. She had endured this hard life with composure for so long, so why did she become like this every time she saw this man?

Exhausted in body and mind, she took a shower and then collapsed onto the bed. Expecting insomnia, she was surprised to fall asleep immediately.

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The next morning, Ye Xiangwan was awakened by her biological clock. She opened her eyes, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, and it took a few seconds to remember where she was.

But today was Thursday—she still had to intern at the hospital.

She got up at once to wash up, and five minutes later, she came downstairs, ready to leave.

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