Young Master Feng (1)

They say two people connected by the red thread were destined together, regardless of place, time, and circumstances. This connection may stretch or tangle but will never break. For the westerners, it could be considered a soul mate.

As humans, they have a complex network of blood vessels connecting all parts of their body and one rather special channel within this system was the one connecting the heart to their pinky finger. For this same reason, two people make a truce or a vow by crossing their pinkies.

According to legend, this thread emanating from the heart doesn't end at the tip of the finger. It continues in the form of an invisible red string that flows out from the pinkie and goes on to intertwine with the red strings of other people, connecting one's heart with theirs.

Feng Tianyi closed the article he was reading on his laptop out of boredom and huffed. If there was such a thing, would that mean some people were bound to come back to his life? He didn't think so. It must be another farce humans tried to believe in order to find the meaning of their lives.

He glanced at the time over his desk. A small voice in him reminded him that he needed a new assistant, but he decided that he didn't care about it. It wasn't the first time it happened anyway. He never had an assistant who managed to stay working with him for over a week. His butler was already having a hard time trying to find a candidate that he wouldn't terrorize.

Feng Tianyi traced the cover of a book next to him. It was his greatest work, but he had yet to complete it . Over the course of his career as a novelist, this particular book was special to his heart, but he couldn't find the right words to finish it.

The bright sun beamed on the large villa, the wide windows allowing the sunlight to stream inside the room, while facing the green sceneries it offered to its inhabitants. One part of the french style-villa that could be seen from where Feng Tianyi was, was the gravel driveway that had barely been used over the years.

He wheeled his wheelchair to the other side of the room and looked out the opposite window. While the first one allowed him to see who's arriving, this other window lets him see the vast sea ahead of him.

How long had he been stuck here? Had it really been five years since he lost his ability to walk?

No… Feng Tianyi corrected himself. He didn't really lose it, the doctors and specialists told him. It was just that he refused to subject himself to the humiliation and self-pity by trying to regain the strength of his legs.

Feng Tianyi came here over four years ago in an attempt to hide from his past and mistakes he'd done. His current situation forbids him to amend his fate and to become what he used to be before his accident.

At least here, no one would try to criticize him. He was content with the isolation he brought upon himself. With a few servants keeping the villa clean and making sure he had enough food to eat, Feng Tianyi banished himself out of the business industry and spent time on his passion, which was writing.

Through his writing, he was able to forget how much of a failure of a man he was. His obligations at his father's company were forgotten and he allowed his younger brother to become the face of the company. Now, he spent most of his days in the garden whenever he wasn't confining himself to his desk, letting his fingers fly over his keyboard.

Shaking away the memories of the past out of his mind, he pushed his way towards the backyard, the ramps aiding him for a smooth exit from the main house before he reached the patio's cobblestone tiles. His hand adjusted his wheelchair and pushed himself towards the wooden table that had a canopy to protect him from the blinding sun above the blue sky.

Feng Tianyi never liked the sun when it was shining brightly like this. The last time he was awoken by such warmth and brightness was before his accident took place. He remembered spending a night with an unknown woman the day before it happened.

When he entered his hotel room after a long day of work, he found her laying on top of the sheets in a lazy and dreamy manner. The lights in the room were dimmed, but it was easy for him to see the woman's slender figure. He couldn't clearly see what the woman looked like, but it was easy to tell that she was a beauty.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Feng Tianyi approached his bed and narrowed his eyes but the woman groaned and looked at him with half-lidded eyes before she forcibly pushed him down on the bed with her.

"I don't… I don't feel so good. Please help me…"

The woman pinned him on the bed, her lips dangerously close to his ear. She was panting heavily as if she was in great pain. She knocked her spectacles off from her face, which made it hard for her to see where she was.

Feng Tianyi rarely had a bedmate and he had not had many previous lovers—most were one time only, but he thought that they were all exciting enough for his attention. This woman, however… wasn't giving him a chance to deny her. The noises she was making were so erotic and made him stiff and ready for her.

With his thoughts clouded with desire, Feng Tianyi leaned in and kissed her without hesitation. For him, this was just another intimate session. Wasn't she the one who offered herself to him? Then she shouldn't regret seducing him on his own bed later.

He released her lips and gave her a cold smirk, rolling over her as he switched their position. Under his teasing, the woman beneath him bloomed like a flower bud under the morning sun.

He lowered his head and brushed his lips on her jawline, noticing the warmth of her skin. She was smooth and tender to touch, almost delicate, if he could add.

He woke up the next day feeling his whole body aching for some reason and when he turned his head, he saw the woman sleeping next to him, lying on her stomach, with her back facing him. He looked at her and noticed how she stirred in his bed and was about to wake up.

Feng Tianyi then saw the pool of blood on the bed sheet. He wasn't expecting to find out that he'd taken a virgin this time. He huffed and climbed out of the bed to take a shower.

However, when he finished and went back to the room, the woman he'd left on his bed was nowhere to be seen. Feng Tianyi's eyes turned into slits. His handsome but cold face darkened at the thought.

He then sat at the edge of the bed and eyed the money the woman left on the nightstand. It's better not to find out what he was thinking or else...

Feng Tianyi who had lived his life for more than thirty years had never been insulted by a woman like this. Anger rose in his heart and as he crumpled the bills in his hand. Did she just assume he was some kind of an escort?

Obviously, that woman was a demoness. Not only did she force him to go several rounds with her, leaving him dry and exhausted until she was satiated.

'Ridiculous! Who does she think she is?'

A murderous intent akin to the demon king emanated from within him. How dare she?!