Chapter 51: An Obedient Pet

Seeing Murong Fanghua sleeping soundly beside him, Ye Feng let out a breath of relief, a soft, tranquil smile touching his lips. Slowly scooting closer, he wrapped both arms tightly around her waist, refusing to let go for even a single second.

Sensing the rustle beside her, Murong Fanghua’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Ye Feng’s clear, vulnerable gaze.

Ye Feng offered her a timid, bashful smile before burying his face deep into the warmth of her chest.

Murong Fanghua extended her hand, gently stroking his soft hair. Her gaze involuntarily drifted downward toward his lower abdomen—where her child was currently taking root.

Her original intention had been to completely recondition Ye Feng into an obedient, submissive pet that obeyed her every whim—thereby forcing him to accept Guen’s presence without resistance.

When Guen previously offered to take a secondary position, the idea had taken root in her mind. Guen could never be relegated to a secondary consort; even if he agreed, the powerful Hild clan would never permit such an insult. Thus, forcing Ye Feng to accept a lesser status was the only logical resolution. Fearing he would refuse, she had sought to strip away his independent will and reshape him into a compliant pet.

After all, an obedient pet accepts whatever its master demands.

Yet now that Ye Feng was carrying her child, the situation had fundamentally shifted. All she could do for now was conceal the pregnancy and proceed with the original plan.

Fortunately, Ye Feng was already completely submissive, hanging on her every word like a devoted little pet.

Nestled in her arms, Ye Feng felt enveloped by an overwhelming warmth. He wanted nothing more than to remain anchored here forever.

Yet, in a split second, a sharp flicker of intense hatred flashed across his eyes. The repulsive emotion vanished as quickly as it came, replaced instantly by his blissfully reliant expression as he tightened his embrace around her.

“What is it, sweetie?”

Murong Fanghua murmured in slight surprise. Though his physical strength was modest, she easily registered the sudden increase in his grip.

“Ngh… I’m hungry…”

Ye Feng raised his face, looking up at her with a timid, blushing expression.

“Alright, I’ll fetch something for you to eat.”

Murong Fanghua chuckled, preparing to sit up. But Ye Feng clung to her with all his might, refusing to let go.

“N-No! Don’t leave me!”

Like a frightened animal, Ye Feng squeezed her tightly, desperately seeking protection.

“I’m not leaving you, silly. I’m just getting food.”

“Ngh… no…”

Ye Feng stubbornly held on, terrified of returning to those dark, solitary days without her presence.

“Be good now.”

Murong Fanghua adopted a slightly stern tone, pretending to be displeased.

Ye Feng raised his head cautiously, examining her features. Though she didn’t truly look angry, he dreaded displeasing her. After a brief internal struggle, he slowly unclasped his arms.

“That’s a good boy. Just wait here.”

Murong Fanghua patted his head once more before stepping out of the bedchamber.

Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, an odd, hollow sensation welled up inside Ye Feng’s chest.

At that exact moment, his eyes flickered again. This time, the shift wasn’t clean; two conflicting expressions warred within his pupils—one filled with desperate, submissive affection, the other with raw, burning fury.

By the time Murong Fanghua returned carrying a tray of warm food, his gaze had settled back to normal.

Acting as if nothing had happened, he threw himself back into her arms.

“Let me feed you.”

“Okay!”

Ye Feng smiled happily, opening his mouth in quiet anticipation as he waited to be fed. Suddenly, he froze. Why does this scene feel so oddly familiar…?

It felt as though someone else had fed him just like this before. But no matter how hard he tried to recall who it was, his mind remained a complete blank. Forget it… if I can’t remember, they probably weren’t important anyway.

Brushing the passing thought aside, he focused entirely on enjoying the delicious meal.

Gazing at his contented expression, Murong Fanghua felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. Naturally, mood led to desire.

Before Ye Feng could react, she set the tray aside and lifted his delicate body onto the mattress.

“Ngh…!”

A bright crimson flush spread across Ye Feng’s cheeks as he realized what was about to happen.

Murong Fanghua smiled playfully, leaning down until her lips brushed against his, preparing for a deep kiss.

Ye Feng instinctively tried to pull back—he still had a mouthful of unswallowed food and worried it might spill over into her mouth.

Unaware of his predicament, Murong Fanghua assumed he was simply being shy. Pinning his head firmly against the pillows, she pressed her lips to his without hesitation.

When her tongue entered his mouth, she finally realized the issue, yet it didn’t slow her down in the slightest.

While kissing him deeply, her hands roamed freely over his skin, sending another wave of heat flushing through his face.

“Do you want it?”

“Ngh…”

“If you want it, you have to say it. How can I give it to you if you don’t ask?” she whispered close to his ear.

“I… I want…”

“Want who?”

“You…”

“And who am I?”

“You’re…”

Right… who is she? What am I supposed to call her?

The question suddenly flooded Ye Feng’s scrambled thoughts. He felt as though he shouldn’t be acting like this with her—he was supposed to… supposed to do what, exactly?

“Can’t think of what to call me? How about calling me ‘Master’?”

Noticing his conflicted, puzzled expression, Murong Fanghua assumed he was simply struggling to find the right form of address.

“Master…”

Ye Feng repeated the word softly. The title felt unnervingly familiar, as though he had addressed someone that way in the past. But who had it been?

“What an obedient little pet. Let Master give you what you desire.”

In the next instant, physical intimacy completely erased his lingering doubts, leaving behind only a single, absolute desire: to stay by Murong Fanghua’s side forever.

Meanwhile, on the streets outside the royal estate:

Two figures stood quietly in the shadow of a building, gazing up at the grand palace perched atop the hill in the distance.

One of them kept her head lowered, tracking the palace out of the corner of her eye with intense, unyielding obsession.

Mu Yutong glanced coldly at the woman beside her. Had she not known that breaking into the palace alone was impossible, she would never have brought this unhinged woman along.

“We need to get inside first. Ye Feng is being kept in the inner residence. The palace is recruiting staff next month—you will apply for a janitorial position.”

“What about you?”

“Focus on your own task. I have my own arrangements.”

Mu Yutong clenched her fists tightly. She was going to prepare every last detail to ensure Ye Feng’s rescue succeeded.

Back in the bedchamber, Ye Feng slowly blinked his eyes open.

The first sight that greeted him wasn’t the repulsive, suffocating posters of Murong Fanghua, but Murong Fanghua herself, sleeping right beside him.

His mind cleared instantly as he scrambled backward, putting distance between them. Why is she here?! Shouldn’t I be trapped in that dark, windowless room?!

Did she finally let me go? Heh… even if she lets me go, I will never forgive her!

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