A Star Who Can Do Everything Except Filming (2):
The Chu family was located on a mountain outside the capital. The estate wasn’t large nor small, just a few thousand square meters. Signs of patrols and guards could be seen everywhere, and the air faintly carried a solemn atmosphere.
The car drove into the villa. Si Qi looked around and didn’t see anything luxurious. Instead, he noticed the marks of age on many trees and stones.
These things looked unremarkable, but in reality, each one was nearly as valuable as an international master’s artwork. All of them were rare treasures, living antiques, the kind that could hardly be found anywhere in the world.
It was clear that this was a family with deep heritage, yet very low-key, uninterested in indulgence.
Therefore, in such a place, seeing someone dressed head to toe in designer brands, wearing a watch worth millions, even with platinum eyeglass frames, felt extremely out of place.
Si Qi knew this person.
The man was clearly surprised to see Si Qi there. Suddenly remembering something, he glanced warily at Chu Feng, then said to Si Qi: “Xiao Qi, were you forced here by Chu Feng?”
Si Qi looked at him with a half-smile: “Uncle Fang, why are you here?”
Fang Huai’s father, Fang Bozhong, straightened his back and replied righteously: “This is my home!”
Si Qi feigned surprise: “Aren’t you Fang Huai’s father?”
Fang Bozhong: “Chu Feng is the child of my ex-wife—”
Si Qi cut him off: “But you clearly told me before that you only had one son, Fang Huai, that everything of yours would be inherited by him, and you never once mentioned having another child.”
Fang Bozhong: “…”
Damn it, was this kid brainless? He really had said those words, but was it necessary to repeat them in front of Chu Feng??
Chu Feng stood to the side, expression calm, clearly long accustomed to such remarks. He no longer felt hurt by them.
Or rather, if there was anything that truly hurt, it was when Fang Bozhong said to Si Qi, “Were you forced here by Chu Feng?” That was the phrase that chilled him.
Fang Bozhong knew that Chu Feng’s spiritual power could collapse at any moment, killing him, and he also knew that Si Qi could save Chu Feng.
But instead of being glad that his son had found a lifeline, he wanted to pull Si Qi away, far from Chu Feng, afraid that Chu Feng might be saved because of him.
What did that mean?
Wasn’t it obvious—he just wished Chu Feng would hurry up and die, so that as his nominal father he could seize control of the legion, bring in his illegitimate son, and usurp the Chu family’s legacy?
Chu Feng gave him a cold glance and asked his men: “Who let him in?”
The subordinate replied helplessly: “He said he had something important to give you, your mother’s relic…”
“Where is it?”
Subordinate: “He refuses to hand it over.”
Chu Feng: “If you let him use such excuses again to slip through, you’ll accept punishment yourselves.”
“…Yes.”
The subordinate glanced at the nearby guards. Two guards stepped forward expressionlessly and restrained the shouting Fang Bozhong.
Their practiced movements showed this was something they had grown used to over the years.
Fang Bozhong was furious, cursing nonstop. Even as he was held down, he turned to Si Qi: “Xiao Qi, now you see what kind of cold-blooded beast Chu Feng is! He doesn’t even acknowledge his own biological father—you must not trust him! If you save him, you’re dooming our whole family! Xiao Huai has suffered enough, since childhood Chu Feng forced him to grow up without a proper family, do you understand, Xiao Qi?! You must not help this animal!!”
“Stop.” Si Qi called out to the guards, but since they didn’t know him, they ignored him until Chu Feng added, “Stop.”
The guards halted immediately.
Si Qi walked up to the delighted Fang Bozhong, then suddenly raised his arm and slapped the middle-aged man hard across the face, stunning him.
“You!” Fang Bozhong was shocked and furious. Si Qi lifted his chin, saying to the flushed man: “And who were you calling an animal?”
Unable to endure the humiliation, Fang Bozhong cursed in rage. Si Qi glanced at the guards. “Shut his mouth.”
They obeyed at once, covering his mouth tightly. The shouting turned into muffled groans.
Si Qi told him: “I’m too lazy to argue with you about your rotten old family drama. No matter how much I say, you won’t listen—always convinced you’re the victim.”
“But if I ever hear you insult Chu Feng again, Fang Bozhong, you’ll learn what regret really means.”
“Chu Feng respects you as his biological father, his only relative, and won’t do anything to you. He even gives you money, letting you live off him guiltlessly, supporting that little brat of yours—but I won’t be so lenient.”
The man’s eyes bulged with rage, bloodshot and venomous, filled with threat and hatred.
Si Qi wasn’t intimidated, instead sneering: “You and your son are nothing but two men living off women. No connections, no ability. What makes you think you can swagger in front of me and Chu Feng? If Chu Feng truly wanted to deal with you, how many days do you think you’d last? And not just Chu Feng—even if it were me, you wouldn’t escape unscathed.”
Crossing his arms, Si Qi raised his chin arrogantly and said: “Now that I’m with Chu Feng, his money is my money. I won’t let him give you another cent of allowance.”
Then he turned to Chu Feng, his arrogance shifting instantly into a spoiled reliance, and said: “Right?”
Chu Feng raised his brows slightly. From the moment Si Qi clashed with Fang Bozhong on his behalf, something unspoken had entered his gaze. Now, under Fang Bozhong’s hateful stare, he nodded firmly: “Right.”
Si Qi, satisfied, flicked his hand. “Throw him out!”
This time, the guards didn’t even wait for Chu Feng’s reaction. They dragged the flailing Fang Bozhong swiftly out of the hall.
Hands on his hips, Si Qi asked Chu Feng: “Why did you just let him insult you like that?”
The tone sounded exactly like a wife scolding her husband. Chu Feng slowly replied: “…I didn’t care.”
Fang Bozhong’s words were like a stray dog barking—annoying noise, nothing more.
He didn’t even know exactly what had been said, since he hadn’t been listening.
“But I care!” Si Qi’s dark eyes shone as he lifted his proud chin. “I won’t allow you to be wronged by that man ever again, understand?”
Chu Feng: “…”
He had grown up fighting in the army, never once knowing what it felt like to be cherished. Being told this by Si Qi now made him uncomfortable all over, like being wrapped in soft clouds with no solid ground beneath his feet.
What expression was he supposed to show at a moment like this?
Just then, a subordinate came in to solve his dilemma. “General, where should we place Mr. Si’s luggage?”
Chu Feng collected himself. “Take him to choose a room.”
The subordinate nodded, then smiled warmly at Si Qi. “Mr. Si, please follow me.”
Si Qi didn’t go right away. “Where’s Chu Feng’s room?”
Suddenly being singled out, Chu Feng: “…”
Inside Si Qi’s consciousness, Xiu Xiu snickered: [My Lord God must be thinking something naughty.]
The subordinate answered: “First room on the right, upstairs.”
Si Qi said: “Then give me a room near his. If anything happens at night, I can come help right away.”
Hearing that, the subordinate’s voice filled with gratitude: “Of course! I’ll take you there at once!!”
Si Qi saw this and understood.
It seemed Chu Feng held great weight in his subordinates’ hearts. Whether dealing with Fang Bozhong earlier, or now thinking ahead for Chu Feng, as long as he did something good for him, these men would sincerely thank him.
Si Qi’s lips curved in a pleased smile.
Following the man into the room, Si Qi glanced around briefly. Without fuss, he simply said, “This will do.” Immediately, a group carried in his luggage and quickly organized the place under his direction.
Chu Feng’s gaze lingered on the suitcase of clothes, eyes flickering.
When his men went to touch it, the man who had been pretending indifference finally spoke: “I’ll handle this one.”
The subordinate instantly withdrew and busied himself elsewhere.
Chu Feng cleared his throat and walked over to the suitcase, but when he turned his head, he found Si Qi chatting with his adjutant.
The adjutant listened attentively, nodding repeatedly, clearly responding with “yes, understood” in an especially respectful tone.
After the earlier incident, the adjutant now regarded Si Qi as someone to be treated with deference, not just some newcomer celebrity. Si Qi had integrated into his life faster than anyone expected—decisive, natural, all within just a few hours. So fast, Chu Feng almost couldn’t keep up.
From now on… there would be one more person in the household.
He would no longer be living alone…
Thinking this, Chu Feng quickly stuffed those “clothes” into the wardrobe drawers, stood up, and walked toward Si Qi. “What are you two talking about?”
The adjutant quickly explained: “Mr. Si asked us to invite a few military doctors over to teach him how to soothe your spiritual power…”
Chu Feng paused slightly and turned his head to look at Si Qi. Si Qi, with an air of complete naturalness, said to him: “If you feel unwell, don’t force yourself. Just come to me directly, understood?”
Chu Feng: “Do you know what soothing spiritual power involves?”
Si Qi: “…”
He really didn’t.
But just because he hadn’t eaten pork didn’t mean he hadn’t seen pigs run. They said marriage was required to save someone, so the process was probably…
Si Qi coughed lightly and pretended to be calm. “I don’t know, but I already signed the marriage agreement. Do you think I’d be scared of this final step?”
The adjutant, listening from the side, couldn’t help blushing and turned his head away from the newlyweds. Chu Feng said softly: “I’ll hold on a while longer, so I won’t trouble you too soon.”
“I told you not to force yourself…” Si Qi muttered irritably. But seeing Chu Feng’s upright, honorable demeanor—never the type to take advantage—he could only sigh helplessly.
“Fine, whatever you want.” As soon as he said that, the terminal rang. Si Qi tapped to answer: “Hmm?”
“Si Qi, I came to your place, why is it empty?!” His agent exclaimed in surprise. “When did you move? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Si Qi: “Oh, just moved.”
“Where to? I’ll come find you.”
Si Qi: “I moved in with my marriage partner.”
“…What?” The agent thought he misheard. “Where?”
“My marriage partner.”
The agent’s voice shot up. “When did you—wait, don’t tell me it’s Fang Huai?!”
Si Qi frowned. “Has nothing to do with him. Well, actually, sort of.”
The agent was terrified now, speaking desperately: “Si Qi, calm down, calm down! You know that falling in love now equals unemployment, don’t you?! Who is it? Hm? I’ll come get you right away, don’t be rash, don’t do anything you shouldn’t… just stay home and don’t let the media catch you!”
Hearing this panicked man telling him to calm down, Si Qi almost laughed. “What rash thing am I doing? If you want to come, then come. The place is—”
He glanced at the adjutant, who quickly reported an address.
Hearing another man’s voice from the other end, the agent’s breathing grew rough with anger. He cursed: “That guy talking—is he your new lover?! Tell him to stay put too! I’m coming to find you both!!”
More like coming to settle accounts.
Si Qi: “Fine, but drive slowly. Don’t rush.”
“How can I not rush?!” The agent roared, then hung up and bolted downstairs for his car.
Half an hour later.
The agent, completely changed, shoulders hunched and looking pitiful, was escorted into the hall by guards.
“Si, Si Qi, your marriage partner… is…”
Seeing Chu Feng standing at Si Qi’s side, the two shoulder to shoulder, the agent was stunned, trembling as if struck by a massive shock. After a long pause, he finally stammered: “Ch-ch-chu… General Chu!”
Chu Feng: “Sit.”
“Y-yes…” The agent sat down like a lost soul, clutching a teacup, dazedly staring at the two before him. After a while, he swallowed hard and asked: “Si Qi, this… what exactly…”
Si Qi: “I married Chu Feng.”
Clink, clink.
The teacup in his hand rattled against the table from his trembling. The agent stared wide-eyed at Si Qi with a look that said “What?” “How is that possible?” “Are you kidding me?”
Si Qi spoke unhurriedly: “Chu Feng’s spiritual power rioted. My compatibility with him is the highest, and I was single, so he found me.”
In the original story, Chu Feng was barely more than a background character—his name wasn’t even mentioned. Only that the protagonist had an older brother who died from serious injuries, and that after being taken to the Chu family by his father, the protagonist learned he had an older brother and suddenly inherited his legacy.
During the inheritance process, the protagonist faced many “villains” who tried to seize the Chu family’s power, leading to numerous conflicts.
From a reader’s perspective, those subordinates trying to snatch power from Chu Feng’s family, even attempting to drive them out of the Chu estate, seemed utterly vile.
But reality was different. Chu Feng’s men would never allow two opportunists to take what he left behind and live in his house. Otherwise, even in death, Chu Feng would never rest in peace.
At that time, Chu Feng had indeed matched with the original host. But since the original host already had someone he was dating, Chu Feng didn’t approach him, instead seeking other solutions.
In the book, that solution was never found in time—Chu Feng’s spiritual power collapsed suddenly in battle, and he died of his injuries.
Now it was different. With the “help” of the Daughter of the World, the original host and the protagonist were split apart, leaving the original host single.
So Chu Feng had no reservations and came straight to him. By coincidence, when Si Qi first entered this world, he met Chu Feng and, unlike the original host, didn’t confess feelings for someone else—he simply signed the agreement.
The story had taken a completely different path.
The agent clearly understood that soldiers who spent years on the front lines were prone to spiritual power riots from overusing their abilities. At such times, they needed a (not merely emotional) soulmate to help stabilize and soothe their spirit.
—General Chu’s spiritual power had rioted?!
There had been no mention of it in the news!
Of course not—such a thing could never be broadcast, or it would cause widespread panic. Chu Feng was the empire’s guardian god—just his existence gave people reassurance.
All of the agent’s resentment about Si Qi marrying without permission evaporated. Instead, he felt a bit comforted, even secretly pleased, and told Si Qi: “You did the right thing. I just didn’t expect…”
Didn’t expect that just days ago you were drunk and miserable over your longtime boyfriend’s engagement to another woman, and now, for the sake of the country, you’ve sacrificed yourself and married General Chu.
Si Qi and Fang Huai had been deeply in love; there was no way he suddenly fell for General Chu. He must have only agreed for the sake of saving him…
Ah, how pitiful.
The agent asked: “So about your work…”
Si Qi: “Cancel whatever can be canceled. I need to stay by Chu Feng’s side at all times in case anything happens.”
The pain on the agent’s face was obvious as he forced out: “Alright then.”
Heavens, that was all money—so much money!
And Si Qi was a celebrity, a top-tier traffic star who needed constant exposure. Fewer appearances meant less visibility, and without visibility, his career would take a serious hit…
Especially if the marriage were accidentally exposed—that would be catastrophic for his fans. They’d riot, disown him on the spot…
Just imagining it nearly drove the agent to despair.
That earlier delight at Si Qi’s connection to General Chu had already dulled.
Considering how many actresses married wealthy businessmen and retired, the agent asked uneasily: “After marriage, do you plan to quit the industry?”
Chu Feng wasn’t very familiar with the entertainment world, but hearing this, he sensed something was off. Si Qi said impatiently: “Why would I quit? I’m this popular, so many people like me—I was born to be a superstar!”
The agent gave a bitter smile. He wasn’t deliberately playing the victim in front of Chu Feng; he spoke from the heart: “Fans like you because they hold beautiful fantasies about you. They want to possess you, to have your gaze always on them, for you to stay single and belong to no one. If they learn you’re married, they’ll curse you worse than strangers, because you ‘betrayed’ them and broke the promise between you.”
Si Qi frowned: “When did I ever promise not to marry? Even if I’m married, I’m still the same as before, aren’t I?”
“It’s not the same.” The agent said bluntly: “Si Qi, don’t blame me for being direct. You know your reputation. Your acting isn’t good, your singing is just KTV level. You only made it this far because of fan support. Without them backing you, promoting you everywhere, you’d have offended enough people to be blacklisted long ago. If news of your marriage gets out, do you think your fans will stay? Without fans, with your public image, who’s going to support you or give you jobs?”
Si Qi curled his lips, completely ignoring such words: “I don’t care, I want to get married, and I also want to be a celebrity.”
Once again, it was that “the world revolves around me, everyone has to follow me” attitude. The agent just felt his head splitting, rubbing at his temples in distress.
Chu Feng, sitting to the side, more or less understood what was going on now. He had thought that marrying Si Qi ruined Si Qi’s future happiness, and he already felt guilty enough about that. But now, because of him, even Si Qi’s career was destroyed…
Chu Feng spoke seriously: “I’ll take care of you.”
“Ah?” Si Qi made a sound, not understanding why Chu Feng suddenly said that.
He then said righteously: “Isn’t it only natural for you to support me? Of course, I’ll also support you.”
“What are you talking about…” The agent couldn’t help but complain: “All the money you earn, you spend it on sports cars and luxury goods. I’ve told you to learn how to manage your finances but you never listen, you…”
Si Qi gave a light hum, covered his ears, and tilted his head back: “I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear it.”
The agent let out a long sigh toward the ceiling, utterly hopeless.
He knew Si Qi’s personality well. Si Qi didn’t like lying; whatever was on his mind, he would say it. To have Si Qi hide the truth for the sake of his career was simply impossible.
When Si Qi first became popular, he had repeatedly tried to make his relationship with Fang Huai public. The agent had “threatened” him with his career and popularity, persuading him tirelessly until his mouth went dry, but Si Qi still wouldn’t listen. Only when the agent mentioned, “many celebrities who make their relationships public end up with their partners being cursed viciously by fans,” did Si Qi barely allow himself to be convinced.
Now that Si Qi had broken up with Fang Huai and his partner had become Chu Feng—given Chu Feng’s status in the empire, there was absolutely no way anyone would dare curse a national hero. If anyone were to get scolded, it would be Si Qi for being unworthy of Chu Feng.
Had Si Qi not already been scolded enough since his rise to fame? Bad acting, terrible singing, sharp tongue—his fiercely protective fans had fought half the entertainment industry on his behalf, and every random list of his flaws was endless.
Not to mention that now Si Qi would have to stick by General Chu’s side all the time. Both of them were public figures, and walking down the street would draw crowds. A few outings hand-in-hand, and rumors would surely spread everywhere!
Seeing Si Qi still acting indifferent and unconcerned, the agent felt like he aged several years on the spot, bearing a huge burden on his shoulders. Muttering “I’ll think, I’ll think again,” he gave repeated reminders, even pleading with Si Qi not to mess around on social media or say anything reckless to the press, before leaving the villa in a defeated state.
Chu Feng looked even more worried about Si Qi’s career than Si Qi himself: “I’ve caused you trouble. This is my fault, and I’ll try to make it up to you— I heard you like cars? Or something else?”
Si Qi waved his hand carelessly: “We’ll talk about it later.”
Seeing Si Qi was now free, the adjutant brought over several doctors who looked scholarly and refined.
These were the same doctors who had previously examined Chu Feng. When they saw Si Qi, they smiled. “Hello, Mr. Si. With you by the general’s side, we believe he will soon get through this dangerous period safely.”
Si Qi lifted his chin: “No need for polite words, just tell me directly what to do.”
The doctor obliged: “I’ve read your records, your mental strength is quite good, grade A. You can try using your mental power to touch the general’s… of course, you mustn’t do that now, otherwise you’ll easily get hurt.”
One doctor opened a box and took out a tame, obedient rabbit, saying to Si Qi: “This is a mutant beast, its spiritual sea has been conditioned to be very gentle. You can try touching its spiritual body and feel its soul…”
Si Qi extended a tendril of mental power to touch the rabbit. After a moment, he said: “I felt it.”
Or rather, instead of just feeling it, it was more like… experiencing it firsthand.
“It’s like I became the rabbit myself—confused, a little wary, and somewhat afraid…” Si Qi frowned as he described the sensation. “Not very comfortable.”
The doctor nodded with understanding: “That’s right. When mental powers touch, it’s the same as souls merging. You can sense everything about the other—whether it’s their thoughts or physical sensations.”
To put it simply: if the doctor stroked the rabbit’s back right now, Si Qi would feel as if his own body were being stroked.
As he explained, the doctor opened another box, taking out a rabbit that looked in poor condition. The rabbit was injured, with blood-stained bandages wrapped around its leg. It lay trembling on the ground.
The doctor said: “You can try touching this mutant beast.”
Si Qi tried and his frown deepened. He summarized briefly: “It hurts. It’s chaotic.”
“Exactly.” The doctor nodded. “Because of its physical pain, this beast’s mental state is unstable. You need to patiently use your own emotions to soothe and calm it, let it feel your relaxation. Only then will its mental power settle down… Do you understand what I mean?”
Si Qi understood: “I get it.”
No wonder they said that to treat soldiers suffering from mental power outbursts, one had to get married and become fate-bound partners. Because this treatment was an act far more intimate than physical closeness—they could see everything in each other’s hearts, share all physical sensations, even fleeting thoughts would be perceived by the other with absolute clarity.
And putting aside the spiritual power entwined through the bond, soul communion was no different—just the slightest bit of stimulation could make a person… cough.
It was an utterly extreme pleasure. Si Qi had once played that kind of game with Chu Feng. Even as an old married couple, he sometimes couldn’t handle it, because it felt too good. If one indulged without restraint, the body would definitely collapse; “excessive indulgence” was exactly this sort of situation.
Unlike animals, who were ignorant and unguarded, people all had a basic line of defense in their hearts. To touch someone’s spiritual sea and enter the unprotected depths of their inner self, an extremely solid foundation of trust was required.
In general, for two people to successfully treat each other, their feelings had to be strong enough that they could bare everything without reservation, even willing to sacrifice their own lives for the other. Without that, this level of treatment was impossible.
Si Qi listened carefully to the doctor’s explanation, learning from the medical team how to touch Chu Feng’s spiritual power, how to enter his sea of consciousness, how to endure the wild, aggressive surges, and how to convey calming emotions to Chu Feng’s heart.
The doctor spoke with comfort in his tone, saying to Si Qi: “At the beginning, it will definitely hurt, so you must be prepared. In this situation, the less afraid you are of being hurt, the less harm you will actually suffer.”
“If the pain becomes unbearable, you can use certain mediums to regulate your emotions—for example, aromatherapy, bathing, or listening to soothing music…”
“You must never feel fear or disgust toward this matter. Otherwise, the treatment will not succeed… You must think that you are willing to give everything for your partner, willing to bear all the pain for him, even your own life…”
Chu Feng stood by the side, listening. He found it hard to endure these words, especially when he saw Si Qi earnestly taking in every bit of instruction. It made it all the more unbearable.
He left early, standing alone in the courtyard, smoking in the wind.
After a long while, the sky darkened. The adjutant told him that dinner was ready and that Mr. Si was waiting for him in the dining room. Only then did Chu Feng step on the pile of cigarette butts beneath his feet, extinguish the last one, and turn back inside.
He seemed very quiet, sitting at his place without looking at Si Qi.
Si Qi took the initiative to speak: “You smell strongly of smoke.”
Chu Feng: “Mm.”
Si Qi: “Don’t smoke anymore.”
Chu Feng: “…Alright.”
Si Qi put down his utensils, raised a brow: “Why won’t you look at me? Am I not good-looking?”
Chu Feng said in a low voice: “That’s not it.”
Si Qi’s voice grew louder: “Then do you dislike me, feel disgusted about treating me, and reject me?”
Chu Feng finally looked at Si Qi. Only then did he realize Si Qi’s gaze had been fixed on him the whole time, leaving him with nowhere to hide. Flustered, he said: “I don’t dislike you, it’s just that…”
Si Qi smiled, propped his chin on one hand, and said: “There’s no ‘just.’ You’re much better than Fang Huai, that guy.”
“If I could even like someone like Fang Huai, how could I possibly dislike you.”
Chu Feng: “…………”
Chu Feng lowered his head and muttered: “I look a bit like him, don’t I.”
It took Si Qi a moment to catch on, then he burst out laughing: “You think I’m only with you because you look like him? Are you jealous?”
Chu Feng: “…”
Si Qi: “If you’re jealous, I’d be very happy.”
?! Chu Feng suddenly lifted his head, his eyes burning as he stared at the young man in front of him.
Si Qi said: “Chu Feng, let’s date. I want to enter your spiritual sea sooner.”
Chu Feng’s hand clenched tightly around his utensils, nearly scraping against the plate with a sound.
Si Qi touched his handsome face with a sigh: “To date such an outstanding person like me, you really are a lucky guy.”
Si Qi spoke so sincerely, in such a self-adoring, proud way, that Chu Feng couldn’t help but feel like laughing.
But Si Qi wasn’t wrong.
Being able to know him—he really was lucky.
Just then, the terminal beside Si Qi rang.
Xiu Xiu reminded him: [It’s the protagonist]
Si Qi raised a finger and hung up the call.
A few seconds later, the phone rang again.
Xiu Xiu considerately suggested: [Shall I block him for you?]
[No need] Si Qi switched the ringtone to silent, letting Fang Huai call as he pleased. Watching the incoming call notifications light up again and again was like a cat spotting a frantic mouse—he found it amusing.
Fang Huai held his terminal, listening to the beeping tone. His father stood beside him, furiously pointing at the slapped mark on his own face, roaring about how outrageous Si Qi had been today.
“Si Qi isn’t like that…” Fang Huai objected. “Just yesterday, he was crying on the phone, begging me to come back, saying I was the one he loved. How could he possibly have hit you because of Chu Feng? Don’t you know how much he respects you in private?”
“That was all an act!” Fang Bozhong slammed the table in rage. “That brat never respected me at all. He calls you nothing but a kept pretty boy, climbing up with women’s help. You’ve been deceived!!”
“What would he need to deceive me for? He’s a big star.” Fang Huai frowned. “I’ve known him for so many years. To others he’s always arrogant, but with me he compromises. I know what kind of person he is.”
Fang Bozhong was beside himself: “Why would I lie to you?! Si Qi has already moved into the Chu household. Even I can’t get in there, but he can!!”
Hearing that, Fang Huai felt a pang in his chest. He muttered again and again: “No, impossible. The one Si Qi loves is me. How could he… Even if it’s true, then it must be Chu Feng forcing him. Chu Feng has always been like this—always fighting me for everything. Si Qi loves me so much, how could he ever want him? Impossible…”
“Is this a matter of wanting or not? Their compatibility is that high. Even if Si Qi doesn’t want to, Chu Feng can still force him, forcibly enter his spiritual sea, and make him share the burden! If Chu Feng manages to pull through this—” Fang Bozhong instinctively lowered his voice, glaring as he warned Fang Huai: “Do you think there will still be a share left for the Fang family? For the two of us?”
Fang Huai pressed his lips together and dialed again: “I’ll persuade Si Qi.”
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