Chapter 64: Here for Him, Born for Him

At the welcome banquet, everyone present was an acquaintance: Chu Si and the other guards, alongside Xin He’s friends in Pingcheng.

Ji Ci sat next to Dongfang Jibai, with Zhao Qiaofeng seated on her other side.

Wang Feng relentlessly squeezed his way over to Zhao Qiaofeng, diligently serving her food and pouring wine.

"This is Third Master Lin from Jiangnan. The relief supplies he has brought to the people of Pingcheng are truly a benevolent deed."

The wealthy merchants of Pingcheng raised their cups one after another to express their gratitude to Chu San.

Chu San looked toward Dongfang Jibai, and seeing him nod, he tilted his head back and drank the cup of wine in one gulp.

Dongfang Jibai’s purpose in introducing Chu San to the wealthy merchants of Pingcheng was very simple: to bring all the prominent businessmen of Pingcheng under his influence.

In this world, all business transactions are driven by profit.

If the wealthy merchants of Pingcheng wanted to make money, they would have to cooperate with Chu San.

No matter what kind of business it was, as long as Chu San was involved, the profits would flow in.

Ji Ci and Zhao Qiaofeng huddled together, whispering to each other and giggling behind their hands.

"Sister-in-law, this is osmanthus wine. Have a taste."

Zhao Qiaofeng poured a cup of wine for Ji Ci, the fragrance of the osmanthus lighting up Ji Ci's eyes.

She loved the scent of osmanthus above all else. Back in the apocalypse, she had desperately wanted to find an osmanthus tree to plant in her spatial dimension, but even after searching outside for over a year, she had never found one.

"Feng'er, where are there osmanthus trees?"

Ji Ci downed a cup of wine, grabbed Zhao Qiaofeng's hand, her voice soft and sweet.

"Tomorrow, I'll take Sister-in-law into the city to look for some."

"Great, Feng'er is so good to me."

The two of them drank cup after cup, and before long, an entire jar of wine was empty.

Ji Ci felt that this osmanthus wine tasted just like fruit juice, and once they finished it, she had the servants bring over another jar or two.

She and Zhao Qiaofeng found a pavilion, where they drank and enjoyed the moonlight together.

Ji Ci stood up, staring at the moon, suddenly feeling a wave of homesickness for her teammates.

When people are drunk, it is all too easy to turn into poets.

Stepping unsteadily, Ji Ci gazed up at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly recited in a loud voice: "Drums at the border fort cut off human travel, a wild goose calls in the autumn frontier. From tonight, the dew turns white, the moon is brighter in my hometown."

Zhao Qiaofeng was startled by Ji Ci, dropping the wine flask right out of her hand.

The flask hit the ground, shattering with a crisp sound.

A-Qing's ears twitched. He trotted over to Ji Ci and rubbed his body against her legs, as if trying to comfort her.

With him here—though he could not speak—he would always stay by her side.

Dongfang Jibai’s banquet came to an end.

He found Ji Ci in the garden pavilion. Both Ji Ci and Zhao Qiaofeng were slumped over the stone table, their shoes kicked off, surrounded by numerous overturned wine jars.

"Master."

A shadow guard leaped down from a tree and whispered a few words into Dongfang Jibai's ear.

Dongfang Jibai's eyes darkened. His little fox had things on her mind.

He had thought she had no attachments, that she had come for him and lived for him.

He had not expected her to still harbor other ties.

Ji Ci was sleeping restlessly. With a sudden toss and turn, she rolled right off the bench and onto the ground.

"A-Qing, let's go home."

Ji Ci scooped A-Qing into her arms, holding him like the only straw of hope in an unfamiliar world.

A-Qing did not struggle. He gently licked Ji Ci's face and curled up in her arms, falling soundly asleep.

Dongfang Jibai stepped forward, lifted A-Qing out of the way, picked Ji Ci up in his arms, and carried her back to her room.

"Tell Wang Feng to escort the cousin back to her quarters."

The guard acknowledged the order, and Wang Feng was hauled over a moment later.

He was thoroughly drunk as well, but the moment he saw Zhao Qiaofeng slumped over the stone table, his drunkenness instantly vanished.

The frail physician simply lacked the strength to carry Zhao Qiaofeng, so he could only let her lean against him as he hauled her back to her room.

Inside the room.

Zhao Qiaofeng slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Wang Feng standing in her bedchamber, she lashed out with a kick, sending him sprawling.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Feng crashed heavily to the floor. Already heavily intoxicated, the kick was remarkably forceful, and he sprawled flat on the ground.

A moment later, the sound of snoring filled the air.

Stumbling, Zhao Qiaofeng went to help Wang Feng up, but she stepped on his leg and tumbled right down on top of him.

Her soft, delicate body pressed against him, and the sweet scent of gardenias rushed into Wang Feng's nose.

Wang Feng hugged the figure in his arms and chuckled foolishly. "I'm dreaming again. This feels so real."

He rolled over, pinning Zhao Qiaofeng beneath him, and planted a domineering kiss on her lips.

Zhao Qiaofeng gasped in surprise, parting her lips and giving Wang Feng the opening he wanted.

"Let go of me!"

Zhao Qiaofeng shoved at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng's face was blazing red, his eyes completely unable to focus, and his alcohol-laced breath washed over Zhao Qiaofeng's face. "Why are you still trying to hit me in my dream?"

"No hitting. No hitting."

He grabbed Zhao Qiaofeng's arms, untied his own belt to bind her wrists together, snatched her sash, and heaved her up over his shoulder.

He dumped her heavily onto the bed.

Zhao Qiaofeng's drunkenness sobered up instantly.

She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Wang Feng, let me go!"

Wang Feng shook his head dazedly, reached out to pinch Zhao Qiaofeng's cheek, and laughed foolishly. "Hehe, won't let go."

He untied her sash and used it to bind her hands to the headboard of the bed.

Wang Feng sat down beside her, chuckling stupidly.

"Can't hit me anymore."

Zhao Qiaofeng raised her leg and kicked toward Wang Feng, but he snatched her foot out of mid-air. "Little Feng'er is being bad. Attempting to murder your husband calls for punishment."

With that, he pulled on Zhao Qiaofeng's foot, dragging her back down beneath him.

His hands fumbled with her clothes, untying them.

Zhao Qiaofeng's eyes widened in horror. She opened her mouth and bit down hard on Wang Feng's lip, the taste of blood between their teeth injecting a brief flash of clarity into Wang Feng's eyes.

A moment later, his reason was shattered entirely.

"Be a good girl."

Wang Feng lowered his lips, pressing lingering, meticulous kisses all over Zhao Qiaofeng's body.

Zhao Qiaofeng shrieked in the room.

Outside, the shadow guards stared at Zhao Qiaofeng's room, feeling thoroughly conflicted.

Should they report this or not?!

Wang Feng and the cousin had obviously fancied each other for a long time; if they went to interrupt them now, wouldn't they be ruining a good thing?!

"Lin Yi, you go tell the Master."

"Not me. Why don't you go?" Lin Yi figured that he had just graduated from the shadow guard camp, and this was his first assignment; he wasn't foolish enough to go disturb the Master in the middle of the night.

Lin Er gritted his teeth and said to Lin Yi, "You keep watch here. I'll go get the Master."

Lin Yi agreed, "Fine."

Inside the room, Zhao Qiaofeng was crying in absolute terror. "Wang Feng, wake up! It's me, Feng'er!"

"I know."

Wang Feng's legs were already pinning Zhao Qiaofeng's thighs down. "Feng'er, don't be afraid. It won't hurt."

Meanwhile, Lin Er rushed outside Dongfang Jibai's courtyard and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master! Physician Wang hasn't come out of the cousin's room, and the cousin is... crying inside..."

Inside his room, Dongfang Jibai had just finished feeding Ji Ci a bowl of hangover soup, and Ji Ci had obediently curled up into a little ball, sleeping soundly.

Hearing Lin Er's words, he immediately set the bowl down.

Seething with anger, he strode to the door of Zhao Qiaofeng's room. Hearing the sound of crying coming from within, Dongfang Jibai's face turned pitch black!

"Wang Feng, stop!"

Zhao Qiaofeng saw that Wang Feng had stripped off all his clothes, exposing his most private parts!

It was utterly nauseating!

The door was kicked open with a crash. Dongfang Jibai strode forward in a rage and sent Wang Feng flying with a swift kick.

He even thoughtfully tossed a pair of trousers after him!

With a single punch, Wang Feng was completely shocked out of his drunkenness.

As the night wind swept over his body, Wang Feng looked at his own state, then caught sight of Dongfang Jibai's murderous expression, and his heart skipped a terrified beat.

"Jibai, I..."