Chapter 43: Threatening with One’s Own Life

Some events are simply bound to transpire. No matter how hard one tries to evade or resist them, their arrival is inevitable—much like the moment unfolding right now…

Ye Feng’s mind was in total disarray. He lost all conscious sense of his actions, swallowed entirely by a surging sensation of pleasure and warmth, wishing vaguely that this suspended reality would never end.

Murong Fanghua was similarly swept away. Enveloped by the thick, mist-filled air of the bathroom, their bodies intertwined and pressed tightly together against the damp tiled surface.

Unable to restrain himself, faint, breathy cries slipped past Ye Feng’s lips.

He was held down against the smooth white porcelain floor, his gaze long since hazy and unfocused, murmuring fragmented, meaningless words into the humid air.

Those quiet sounds drifted straight into Murong Fanghua’s ears, causing her breath to hitch and her pulse to race with heavy intensity.

When the tide finally receded and clarity gradually reclaimed Murong Fanghua’s thoughts, she took in the scene inside the steam-filled room, a bitter, helpless smile playing on her lips.

“Sigh… you really shouldn’t have tempted me like that, little pet.”

She gently scooped Ye Feng up in her arms, carrying his trembling frame back to the king-sized bed. Yet as she observed his serene, exhausted face as he drifted off to sleep, her heart remained heavy with underlying tension.

Reaching out, her fingers softly stroked his smooth, warm lower abdomen—where a delicate new life might very well be taking root at this very moment.

She was the primary crown princess of her sovereign nation. What would happen if the sole heir to a national throne bore an illegitimate child outside of wedlock?

An illegitimate child was a source of social stigma even within an ordinary household—let alone within the strict, predatory halls of a royal dynasty. One could easily foresee the treacherous, brutal treatment such a child would endure.

Retracting her hand, Murong Fanghua slid under the comforter beside Ye Feng. She knew she could never allow such a scandal to destroy him; she would shield her sweet little pet from the political crossfire at all costs. As for the child… she could only promise to do everything within her power.

When the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing Ye Feng’s face in warm light, his consciousness slowly drifted awake. With it, every vivid detail of the previous night rushed back into his memory.

He cast a complex, deeply conflicted glance at Murong Fanghua sleeping beside him, then shifted his gaze down toward his abdomen.

It shouldn’t be that easy to get pregnant… right?

Turning his head toward the window, a quiet melancholy settled in his chest. Deep down, if he were to bear a child, he wished it could have been hers—Mu Yuchen’s. But that possibility had vanished into thin air. Still, there was one final thing he could do for her.

This would be his ultimate act of devotion—after which their paths would permanently diverge, leaving them as complete strangers.

Gliding out of bed, he walked into the bathroom. After pausing briefly over the floor where their chaotic passion had taken place hours before, his attention shifted to a small object on the counter.

Like most luxury suites, the hotel provided disposable plastic toothbrushes. They were cheaply made, yet rigid and brittle. With enough force, snapping the handle would yield a jagged, razor-sharp edge—more than capable of puncturing soft skin.

SNAP!

Exerting all his strength, Ye Feng finally snapped the plastic handle in two. Clutching the longer piece with its jagged point, he stepped back out into the bedroom.

The moment the bathroom door creaked open, a pair of sharp, piercing eyes locked onto him.

“What are you doing?”

Murong Fanghua’s voice was unnaturally flat and devoid of emotion, making Ye Feng shiver so violently he nearly dropped the sharp plastic tool onto the carpet.

Steeling his heart, he forced himself to raise both hands, pressing the sharp, broken end firmly against the side of his neck.

“I… I want to ask a favor of you…”

Murong Fanghua eyed him up and down before scoffing softly. “Is this how you ask for favors? You’re testing my patience with that?”

She paused, pointing lazily at his hands. “Besides, you’re holding the toothbrush backward.”

Ye Feng: “…”

Flustered, Ye Feng hastily adjusted his grip, pointing the jagged, sharp plastic edge directly at his carotid artery.

“I… I want to beg you… please spare Mu Yuchen…”

Watching her cute little captive stand there in such a panicked, dramatic posture, Murong Fanghua found the sight almost endearing. The poor boy’s cheeks were flushed bright red from sheer embarrassment, making it genuinely hard for her to continue playing along with the deception.

Yet, she kept her posture steady.

“And why should I?” she asked, putting on an inquisitive, cold front.

“Because… because I love her!”

The faint smile on Murong Fanghua’s face vanished instantly, her tone turning icy: “You love her, but she doesn’t love you.”

“No! She… even if she doesn’t love me, I still want to protect her!” Ye Feng stammered, intimidated by her sudden shift, yet holding his ground with desperate resolve.

He didn’t understand why her demeanor had turned so terrifyingly cold, but he couldn’t back down now. If he faltered, Mu Yuchen might genuinely face total ruin.

“Protect her? You want to protect her? Heh… haha…”

Murong Fanghua almost laughed out of sheer disbelief and anger. Even though she had personally orchestrated this entire psychological trap, hearing him voice such unwavering devotion for another woman still struck a sour chord in her chest.

This sweet little pet belonged to her. He was only allowed to love her, and only she could offer him absolute protection. No one else was allowed in his heart.

“What right or leverage do you possibly have to make demands of me?” she asked, her voice dropping into a dangerous, dark register as she took a slow step forward.

Terrified by her imposing aura, Ye Feng scrambled back a pace. Whether out of overwhelming fear or deep emotional exhaustion, a single tear slipped down his cheek.

“I’m… I’m begging you!”

Seeing his tear-streaked face, Murong Fanghua simply shook her head in silence.

“If… if you don’t promise me, I’ll end my life right here!”

Ye Feng pressed the sharp plastic fragment harder against his neck, his eyes locking onto hers with absolute, unyielding desperation. This was his last stand. He couldn’t retreat.

At worst… it would just end in death! If he died, Murong Fanghua would have no reason left to target Mu Yuchen, and perhaps she would finally leave her in peace.

When Murong Fanghua saw the sharp plastic pierce his delicate skin, drawing a tiny, bead of crimson blood, her icy composure instantly shattered into pure anxiety. Fearing he might accidentally sever an artery in his panic, she called out urgently:

“Fine! I promise you! But you must agree to one condition of mine in return!”

Ye Feng froze for a moment, then nodded slowly, easing the pressure of the broken toothbrush away from his throat.

“From this day forward, you will belong solely to me. I am your master, and you will obey my every command without exception or hesitation!”

“I agree.”

Ye Feng hesitated for only a second before accepting her terms.

He had already made peace with the reality of leaving Mu Yuchen behind. Besides, carrying the possibility of another woman’s child made him feel too ashamed to ever face Mu Yuchen again. Submitting to Murong Fanghua was the only path left open to him.

“Good. Now come here.”

Murong Fanghua opened her arms wide.

After a brief internal struggle, Ye Feng took a hesitant step forward and allowed himself to be pulled into her embrace.

Murong Fanghua stroked his soft hair gently. Although the path to this moment had been far more chaotic than she had anticipated, the final outcome was flawless—she had secured complete possession of what she desired.

“Clean yourself up,” she whispered smoothly into his ear. “We are leaving this city today.”

Meanwhile, inside the corporate executive office of the Mu Financial Center:

“Sister! What are you still hesitating for?! We need to get to the airport right now—if we wait any longer, Murong Fanghua is going to take Ye Feng away forever!”

Mu Yutong’s anxious shouts echoed through the office, but Mu Yuchen remained frozen behind her desk, locked in a brutal internal conflict.

The local syndicates had intentionally leaked Murong Fanghua’s flight itinerary to her, clearly attempting a classic tactical distraction—hoping she would abandon her post to chase after a man so they could move in and strip her company clean.

Ye Feng was extraordinarily important to her, but this enterprise was her life’s work. Her entire identity and ambition were bound to these corporate walls. She couldn’t bring herself to surrender it all.

“You… go by yourself,” Mu Yuchen murmured, her voice hollow as she stared at the financial reports on her screen. “I have critical matters to handle here.”

“Sister… you…”

Mu Yutong cast a look of profound disappointment and heartbreak at her older sister before turning on her heel and storming out of the corporate headquarters alone.

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