Chapter 29: I Can Help You

The young woman leaning against the reinforced glass slowly turned around, and a breathtakingly beautiful face immediately hit Zhang Jiajia’s field of vision.

“Jiajia, the sweet little darling… that’s you, right?”

Murong Fanghua softly articulated Zhang Jiajia’s online streaming handle, her voice carrying a deeply gentle register.

“Ah, y-yes! That’s me… and you… you must be Sister Murong!”

“That’s correct!”

Murong Fanghua flashed a sugary, pristine smile, lifting a slender hand to point at the luxury leather sofa beside her, gesturing for her to sit down.

Zhang Jiajia delivered a firm nod and prepared to step forward, but another figure moved with far superior speed.

The woman in the tailored black suit, who had been systematically escorting her through the tarmac, took a sharp stride forward and locked herself into a defensive guard stance right next to Murong Fanghua.

Zhang Jiajia’s brow furrowed slightly. What is up with this security operative? Sister Murong explicitly requested my presence over there, so why the hell did she cut in front of me?

She lifted her gaze to check Murong Fanghua’s reaction, but the princess’s face remained a mask of flawless sweetness, completely ignoring the security detail’s breach of protocol.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiajia held back her complaints, quickly walking over to settle into the plush armchair directly opposite Murong Fanghua.

“Do you currently possess a boyfriend?”

The exact millisecond Zhang Jiajia’s hips touched the leather cushions, Murong Fanghua dropped the question, causing a heavy, volatile blush to coat the creator’s cheeks instantly.

Sister Murong… is seriously asking if I’m currently in a relationship? Does she genuinely harbor romantic feelings for me? That is a textbook boundary question that only surfaces between romantic prospects!

Staring at the intense crimson color flooding Zhang Jiajia’s face, Murong Fanghua felt a wave of sheer bewilderment. She had merely deployed a basic screening question to verify if the gorgeous male profile caught in the background of the last stream was her romantic partner. Why the hell was this girl blushing like a broken boba tea kettle?

“N-No… I don’t.”

“You don’t?”

Hearing the confirmation, Murong Fanghua let out a quiet, internal sigh of relief. Granted, she had already mentally prepared herself for the worst-case scenario—that the exquisite male asset she was hunting might have already been claimed by another woman—but… this reality was infinitely superior.

“Qingning, display the asset profile to her.”

Murong Fanghua clapped her hands crisply. The suit-clad operative standing directly behind her instantly retrieved a premium smartphone, placing it flat on the table before Zhang Jiajia.

Zhang Jiajia looked down in utter confusion. The screen displayed a high-resolution video screenshot. It looked exactly like a capture from her own living room broadcast, but she couldn’t comprehend what was uniquely valuable about this frame.

“Focus your visual processing entirely on the sofa area.”

Following the command, Zhang Jiajia tracked her eyes over to the corner of the living room couch. Aside from that heavily bruised, fragile young man she had babysat a few days ago, there wasn’t a single abnormal variable in the frame.

“The male asset residing on your sofa during that live stream… who exactly is he?”

No matter how aggressively Mu Yuchen attempted to delay the linear progression of time, the clock refused to grant her a reprieve, and the twilight hours rapidly blanketed the metropolitan skyline.

The exact second their boots hit the concrete outside the villa grounds, Mu Yuchen halted her stride. She spun around, locking her eyes onto her executive secretary, who was practically vibrating with intense anticipation.

“You are strictly prohibited from laying a single finger on his body tonight.”

“W-Why, Boss?!”

Du Xiaowen felt as though her entire cognitive system was right on the verge of exploding. They had forced her to submerge herself in corporate spreadsheets all through midday, completely denying her a lunch visit, and now that night had fallen, she was being slapped with a strict physical embargo. What kind of twisted logistical game was this?!

“If you comply, I will authorize your return to the villa tomorrow at noon.”

“Fine…”

The single word dragged past Du Xiaowen’s teeth with immense, grinding friction. She desperately detested the reality of waiting another twelve hours, and she thoroughly despised the prospect of navigating the evening using nothing but her own hands. She missed Ye Feng. She craved the sensation of pinning him beneath her weight and anchoring him against her chest at all times—but right now, her desires meant absolutely nothing against her boss’s authority.

Turning the master key, the two powerful women stepped into the interior.

At that exact moment, Mu Yutong was standing at the kitchen sink, washing the dinner dishes. However, her expression was completely devoid of satisfaction. That gorgeous little man had only managed to clear his plate because she had weaponized a physical violation threat against him.

Why does he harbor such an intense, deep-seated revulsion toward sharing a bed with me? It’s an exceptionally pleasurable, chemical high… so why the hell does he look at me with such absolute hatred?

Does he display that exact same disgust when my older sister claims his body? Does he fight back like a feral cat when that worthless secretary uses him? Or… am I the solitary variable he genuinely despises?

Meanwhile, Mu Yuchen had advanced to the reinforced entrance of the subterranean basement. Her fingers clamped tightly around the cold brass door handle, yet a profound wave of cowardice paralyzed her muscles, preventing her from turning the mechanism.

The exact second Mu Yutong wrapped up her kitchen duties and stepped back into the central hallway, her eyes locked onto Du Xiaowen, who was currently slouched on the living room sofa, executing a highly frantic, rhythmic movement beneath the cushions.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

The sudden acoustic input sent a jolt of panic through Du Xiaowen’s system. She violently yanked her hand free from her skirt, spinning her head around to face the blonde girl standing at the kitchen threshold.

“Y-You…” Du Xiaowen dropped her chin, completely unable to sustain eye contact with Mu Yutong. Her entire face was flushed a deep, violent crimson that looked ready to leak blood.

“Heh…”

Mu Yutong shot a look of unadulterated, aristocratic disdain at the older woman. Her visual processing had effortlessly parsed exactly what filthy, desperate act the secretary had been executing just now. How thoroughly repulsive. How could a flawless creature like me ever lose a competitive metric to a subhuman bottom-feeder like this?

Down below, Mu Yuchen finally forced the handle down and stepped into the quiet bunker.

Ye Feng was currently resting flat on the mattress, his mind entirely consumed by dark thoughts. Hearing the heavy thud of the steel door, he bolted upright, his wide eyes tracking the staircase until they locked onto the exact woman he had spent the entire day waiting for.

The exact millisecond his vision mapped her features, the immense mountain of trauma, degradation, and raw grief he had sustained throughout the day collapsed over his emotional defenses. Hot, heavy tears instantly burst from his eyes.

Staring at the broken, weeping state of her private asset, a sharp blade of genuine guilt twisted deep inside Mu Yuchen’s heart.

Ye Feng lunged forward from the mattress, throwing his fragile frame directly into her embrace as loud, ragged sobs tore from his throat.

“I’m sorry… I’m so incredibly sorry! I ruined everything!”

“You… did nothing wrong.”

“Your… your younger sister… she came in here and—”

“I am fully aware,” Mu Yuchen interrupted softly, her voice flat. “I know exactly what transpired. I know everything.”

“She… she used me… wait.” Ye Feng’s frantic sobbing abruptly ceased. He froze solid in her arms, lifting his damp face to stare at her with an expression of absolute, hollow confusion. “What do you mean… you know everything?”

“Forgive me,” Mu Yuchen whispered, dropping her head. This was a woman who had never bowed her head to a single soul in her corporate or personal life, yet at this moment, she forced her gaze down, completely lacking the courage to face his eyes. “The entire sequence of events… was executed with my explicit permission.”

“W-Why…?”

Ye Feng’s eyes turned entirely bloodshot, stretching wide as he locked his gaze onto her face. His vocal cords trembled so violently that the question was barely a choked whisper.

“Because… I require their logistical and political support.”

“Th-Them…?”

Ye Feng thrashed his head side to side, his mind spinning as the absolute absurdity of the revelation shattered his sanity. The woman I love… systematically gift-wrapped my body and handed me over to two separate predators as a tactical pawn? What kind of twisted reality is this? What the hell do I actually represent in her ledger?

From the early morning up until a few seconds ago, his conscience had been drowning in agonizing guilt, fully believing he had committed an unpardonable act of infidelity against his master. But looking at the board now… what the hell did his loyalty even mean?

“Do you… do you genuinely love me?”

“I love you!” Mu Yuchen choked out, her own tears finally breaching her eyelids. But because her head remained bowed against his shoulder, her weeping remained entirely hidden from his sight.

“Love? Ha… Haha! You call this love?!”

“Then what the hell am I to you?!”

“A s*ave?!”

“Or just a piece of disposable, communal garbage that any woman can ride at her leisure?!”

“I loved you with everything I had!”

“I only ever wanted to be your personal property! I never wanted to be shared out to the rest of the world!”

Ye Feng screamed directly into her face, channeling the absolute totality of his internal rage, humiliation, and heartbreak into raw acoustic force.

But the exact moment Mu Yuchen finally lifted her head, exposing a breathtakingly beautiful face entirely drenched in heavy tear tracks and raw vulnerability, his boiling fury completely died in his throat.

Mu Yuchen tightened her arms with explosive force, crushing Ye Feng’s fragile frame back against her chest, burying his face into her warmth.

“I’m sorry… I’m so incredibly sorry! But I desperately need their factions to move my agenda. I was blind… I didn’t comprehend the operational reality. I didn’t realize they would inflict such catastrophic structural and mental trauma on your system! Forgive me… please, forgive me. I swear on my life, I will never authorize them to touch you again.”

Hearing her desperate plea, Ye Feng fell into a prolonged, heavy silence. After a brutal psychological war inside his own mind, he finally cleared his throat and spoke.

“What exactly… is your ultimate corporate objective?”

Ye Feng pulled back slightly, his red-rimmed eyes locking directly into Mu Yuchen’s gaze.

“If it’s within my power… I want to help you achieve it. It’s fine.”

Lifting a trembling hand, his fingers gently wiped away the tears marring her exquisite cheeks.

“As long as I can provide tangible value to your life, I am completely satisfied. It’s fine… I will handle them. I will submissively submit to their demands to ensure they remain fully anchored under your absolute control.”

“I love you…”

Mu Yuchen violently wrapped her arms around his waist, and the two of them rolled together onto the mattress.

Ye Feng had zero mathematical certainty regarding whether this decision was correct. Much like the intense, agonizing dilemma Mu Yuchen had navigated earlier, his own psyche was currently drowning in deep conflict.

Because by executing this strategy, he was consciously transforming himself into the exact piece of communal, degraded property he loathed.

Can a relationship where one party systematically strips away their own dignity and lowers their status over and over again truly be classified as love? Isn’t romantic affection supposed to exist on a framework of absolute equality?

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