What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 50

Yan Qiao stopped walking and stood motionless. His sharp eyes darkened imperceptibly as he watched the young couple locked in a passionate kiss.

He still couldn’t probe Xue Zhixiao’s thoughts.

But he realized Feng Jiye seemed genuinely invested too.

With a faint glance away, Yan Qiao had no intention of interfering.

Men and women in love—consenting adults doing as they pleased. Whoever wanted to get hurt or fall in love had nothing to do with him.

Or did it?

A black dot appeared on the horizon. Soon the distant roar of helicopter blades became audible.

Yan Qiao looked up at the sky and frowned slightly.

Feng Jiye and Xue Zhixiao finally broke apart breathlessly, a silvery thread still connecting their swollen lips.

“Xiaoxiao…Xiaoxiao…”

Holding this soft warm body in his arms, Young Master Feng felt endless reluctance. A thief with ambition but no power to rewrite fate.

He refused to accept this!

“Xiaoxiao, you like me too, don’t you?” Just say “yes”—and I’ll move heaven and earth to take you away today at any cost!

Dazed from the kiss, Xue Zhixiao leaned weakly against Feng Jiye’s chest. It took her a while to process his question through the haze.

Gently pushing him away, she steadied herself and looked up at Feng Jiye’s expectant face waiting for her answer. Slowly, she curved her lips into an enigmatic smile.

“If fate wills it, we’ll meet again.”

Feng Jiye’s grip around her slender waist tightened. His eyes searched her faintly smiling face desperately—for any crack in her composure, any trace of reluctance, any flicker of emotion…

There was none.

Finally his hands loosened their hold.

The signature roguish grin reappeared on Feng Jiye’s face as he pinched Xue Zhixiao’s pink cheek. “You little ingrate. Don’t forget your Brother Feng!”

Turning toward Yan Qiao standing nearby, he called out: “General Yan! I’m returning her to you safe and sound. Better keep a close watch—don’t give me another opening.”

“Naturally.”

The general’s tone was flat but carried an icy edge.

Xue Zhixiao took a few steps toward Yan Qiao before suddenly stopping. She turned back and flashed Feng Jiye a mischievous smile—eyes crinkling with lively charm—mouthing silent words before striding decisively toward the general.

By the car, Feng Jiye stood transfixed by her sudden elfin grin. After all these days, she finally looked at him with that radiant vibrancy again. Those sparkling eyes struck straight at his aching heart.

Then her voiceless words made his eyes widen in shock.

For the first time in twenty-four years, Young Master Feng was so overwhelmed he couldn’t speak. Even his eyes turned slightly red.

Slowly unclenching his fists, he watched their retreating figures with a foolish grin.

“Goodbye.”

One helicopter ascended into the distance.

Another approached and landed.

Yan Yi emerged with a stormy expression.

When their gazes met, the air practically crackled with tension.

Without a word, Yan Yi swung a fist at Feng Jiye—

Ruthless. Merciless. No quarter given.