Chapter 28: Time to Eat

Mu Yutong finally left the bedroom, stepping into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Left alone on the mattress, Ye Feng stared blankly at the door, completely lost in thought regarding how he was supposed to face her. It was already midday, which meant she should be arriving home for lunch any minute now.

Meanwhile, back at the corporate headquarters, Du Xiaowen had burned through her morning tasks with an explosive burst of motivation, clearing out almost the entirety of her afternoon workload in advance.

She was absolutely desperate to hurry back to the villa and reunite with her precious little man. Walking up to the executive suite, she knocked crisply on the door.

“Come in.”

Mu Yuchen was still buried behind her desk. She didn’t share a single fraction of Du Xiaowen’s upbeat energy. If anything, the intense friction of her internal anxiety had reduced her corporate processing speed to a crawl.

“Boss, what time are we heading back to the villa?”

Hearing the question, Mu Yuchen’s brow furrowed aggressively. She lifted her head, shooting a piercing look at her secretary.

“Get back to your station. We are not returning home for lunch today. We stay until the evening shift concludes.”

“But… what about him…?”

“My younger sister is currently looking after him at the estate. He doesn’t require a single scrap of your concern. Return to work immediately, or I will ensure you never lay eyes on him again for the rest of your life!”

“Y-Yes, ma’am! Right away, boss!”

At the mere threat of being permanently severed from Ye Feng’s presence, Du Xiaowen’s entire frame shuddered violently. That was a statistical outcome her psyche simply could not tolerate.

“Wait. Take this stack of audit reports and clear them first.”

Mu Yuchen massaged the bridge of her nose tightly. Deep down, she wanted nothing more than to drop everything, sprint to her car, and look at Ye Feng. But a deep-seated cowardice prevented her from facing him. She knew a confrontation was locked in for the evening, but right now, she simply wanted to drag out the clock for as long as humanly possible to delay the inevitable.

Simultaneously, across town at Du Xiaowen’s previous residential complex, Zhang Jiajia was standing before her vanity mirror, meticulously finalizing her cosmetics.

Today, she had scheduled an operational milestone: she was going to meet her channel’s absolute top-tier whale donor, “Sister Murong,” in the physical world.

For reasons she couldn’t entirely parse, ever since her last broadcast, Sister Murong had treated her with overwhelming, targeted enthusiasm, aggressively demanding that they transition their dynamic into an offline, face-to-face encounter.

This intense pursuit naturally forced Zhang Jiajia to formulate a hypothesis—was her top donor also romantically inclined toward women? Had she finally, after years of searching, stumbled upon a kindred spirit who shared her hidden orientation?

Thrilled by the possibility, she had readily agreed to the meeting.

Taking a final look at her flawless, styled reflection in the glass, Zhang Jiajia nodded with supreme confidence.

“Stop staring at the door. My sister isn’t returning to the villa for lunch today.”

Mu Yutong walked into the bedroom holding a tray, looking down at the completely motionless Ye Feng with a look of mild irritation.

She had painstakingly cooked a full spread, yet this little man refused to grant her a single crumb of attention, stubbornly fixating on the concept of waiting for her older sister. But her sister wasn’t coming back.

“You’re lying,” Ye Feng rasped, turning his face away from her. Despite the intense, hollow ache of hunger gnawing at his stomach, he desperately wanted to hold out for the food Mu Yuchen would bring.

“I told you she isn’t coming back, and I don’t play around with my data. If you continue to reject your nutrition like this, I’m going to violently ride you again right now.”

“You—”

Ye Feng’s frame flinched. Is she seriously threatening to violate me over a plate of food? He swallowed hard, praying to the cosmos that she was merely weaponizing a bluff to intimidate him.

Mu Yutong naturally mapped the micro-tremor running through his muscles. A dangerous smile curved her lips. Reaching down with lightning speed, her fingers gripped the waistband of his trousers.

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

“I meant exactly what I articulated. If you don’t consume this food immediately, I am going to claim your body right now.”

“No! Stop! Don’t touch me! I’ll eat! I’ll eat, alright?!”

“Hehe, see? What a good, compliant little boy.”

Mu Yutong smiled sweetly, her fingers shifting up to casually stroke his hair.

Ye Feng felt profoundly uncomfortable beneath her touch, but to safeguard his anatomical autonomy from another assault, he forced himself to endure the friction.

“Hold on.”

Ye Feng reached out to grasp the chopsticks from the tray, but Mu Yutong instantly pinned his wrist.

“What do you want now?”

“I’m going to personally feed you, of course!” Masking her face with an angelic, pristine smile, she snatched the utensils from his grip, pinched a piece of braised meat, and aggressively guided it toward his lips.

“Put them down. I possess the motor function to feed myself!”

“Hmm?” Mu Yutong narrowed her sapphire eyes, a dark aura radiating from her frame.

“Fine…”

Cowering beneath the sheer weight of her physical dominance, Ye Feng submissively opened his mouth. He had to admit, the meat was exceptionally well-seasoned and aromatic; the longer he chewed, the richer the flavor became.

“Delicious, right?”

“It’s… it’s completely mediocre!”

“Pfft. Keep playing tough, sweetheart. Alright, now it’s your turn to feed me.”

“I refuse—”

“What was that?” Her hand drifted significantly close to his waist.

Ye Feng immediately clamped a piece of meat with his chopsticks and submissively guided it into her open mouth.

“Mmm! The food my husband personally feeds me tastes infinitely better!”

“Who… who the hell is your husband? Stop barking out ridiculous labels!”

Even though he harbored an intense, deep-seated resentment toward this girl, the sheer, unblushing audacity of her words caused a heavy crimson flush to bloom across his cheeks.

Witnessing his embarrassed state, a wicked grin flashed across Mu Yutong’s features. She seized the chopsticks once more, lifting another piece of meat.

“For this next bite, you need to close your eyes tightly and chew very slowly, okay?”

“Mm…”

Ye Feng let out a microscopic hum of assent. He knew with absolute certainty that this psycho was plotting another manipulative trick, but if he failed to comply, the physical consequences would be disastrous.

“Hehe, such a sweet little pet.”

“Just hurry up.” Ye Feng wanted nothing more than to terminate this deeply humiliating, degrading feeding dynamic.

“Yes, yes, I hear you. Husband really is an impatient creature, isn’t he?”

Mu Yutong chuckled, bringing the savory morsel right up against his lips. Ye Feng cooperated fully, sealing his eyelids shut.

Based on his past experiences, he had already formulated the trajectory of her prank. She was obviously setting him up to forcefully claim his lips the second his vision went dark.

However, the chronological sequence of events defied his calculations. The piece of meat entered his oral cavity smoothly, without a single scrap of physical interference.

Ye Feng opened his eyes in confusion, staring at the woman before him with a deeply perplexed expression.

“What’s wrong, husband? Does it not suit your palate?”

Mu Yutong’s lips carried an incredibly profound, mocking smirk as she thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his mental confusion.

Ye Feng quickly realized he had been psychologically played with. But deep down, he felt a wave of relief; at the very least, he hadn’t been forced into another act of physical betrayal against Mu Yuchen.

“Alright, your turn to feed me again.”

Ye Feng reluctantly lifted a piece of meat with his utensils.

“No, I want a simultaneous bite of rice and meat stacked together.”

Faced with such an demanding protocol, Ye Feng instinctively wanted to decline, but the reality of her hand actively resting back on his waistband forced his compliance. He assembled the bite and fed her.

The moment she swallowed, he swiftly closed his eyes again, waiting for the next deployment.

“Hehe, you are growing more obedient by the second!”

Mu Yutong giggled. This time, she scooped up a portion of rice, popped it into her own mouth to thoroughly moisten and soften the grains, before leaning down and forcing it directly into Ye Feng’s mouth. She then picked up a piece of meat and executed the exact same pre-chewed delivery sequence.

After cycling through this agonizing protocol dozens of times, the plate was finally cleared, allowing Ye Feng to let out a massive, exhausted sigh.

He could state with absolute mathematical certainty that this was the most excruciating, psychologically degrading meal he had ever consumed in either of his lifetimes. It had taken a grueling thirty minutes to finish.

Meanwhile, at the domestic city airport, Zhang Jiajia stood completely frozen, her mind spinning as she took in the environment. The entire commercial terminal had been completely locked down and surrounded by an army of elite security personnel clad in black tactical suits.

“Hello. You must be Zhang Jiajia, correct?”

A sharp woman in a tailored black blazer materialized before her, extending a hand in a highly professional greeting.

“Y-Yes! Hello!”

Zhang Jiajia extended her hand with extreme stiffness, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had never witnessed such an immense display of logistical wealth in her entire life. It looked as though an entire international transport hub had been systematically purchased to serve a single individual. What kind of astronomical background does Sister Murong possess? Did she seriously clear an entire airport just to facilitate our offline meeting? The sheer weight of the gesture left her profoundly moved.

“Excellent. Please follow me.”

The black-suited operative delivered a firm nod, gesturing for Zhang Jiajia to follow her out onto the private tarmac toward a massive, custom-luxury aircraft.

“Right behind you!”

With a bright blush coloring her cheeks, Zhang Jiajia stepped through the cabin doors.

The exact second she breached the interior, her jaw dropped at the staggering opulence of the layout. This wasn’t a standard aircraft cabin; it was a sprawling, airborne palace. The floorboards beneath her feet were covered in seamless, gold-embroidered silk carpets.

Bespoke furniture, crystal chandeliers, and a massive luxury bed filled the space, with every single visible surface intricately encrusted with brilliant gemstones and solid gold leafing.

And there, resting flat against the reinforced glass of the observation window, a young woman with a breathtakingly voluptuous, devilish silhouette was staring out at the tarmac, her eyes filled with intense, burning anticipation.

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