Chapter 57: I Like Fourth Senior Sister, and Everyone Else Too

After the farce ended, Chu Fei, thoroughly satisfied, drove Zhou Mi back home. The whole way, Zhou Mi wore a dark expression; she had intended to tease her junior brother, relying on the blood pact between them. Who would have thought she'd end up losing both the game and her dignity?

"Fourth Senior Sister, you can't blame me for this," Chu Fei said, feigning innocence even as he took advantage. "Who told you to seduce me?"

Zhou Mi shot him a glare. "You still have the nerve to speak? Do you realize how dangerous that was just now? If we had actually done something like that, you could have died!"

"A person should live with passion and die with flair," Chu Fei said cheerfully. "Fourth Senior Sister, don't you think facing death head-on is kind of cool?"

"Cut it out. You think I don't know you were just using this to threaten me?" Zhou Mi said irritably.

Caught red-handed, Chu Fei could only make a sheepish heart shape with his hands. "Aha—so you saw right through me!"

Zhou Mi sighed in resignation. "You really are too cunning."

"So… if I’m too cunning, then I ought to be…" Chu Fei deliberately brought up the subject again.

Zhou Mi, exasperated, pounded his arm. "Still talking! Still talking! I'll beat the heartless out of you!"

Suddenly, Chu Fei caught Zhou Mi's hand and turned serious. "Fourth Senior Sister, I like you."

His abrupt sincerity startled her, and Zhou Mi, uncharacteristically embarrassed, replied, "Is this a confession? What about Shen Miaoyu?"

"I like her too."

"And Senior Sister, Second Senior Sister, Third Senior Sister…"

"I like all of you most!"

Is that what you call liking? You’re just lusting after their bodies, you scoundrel! Zhou Mi, who had almost been moved, rolled her eyes so hard they nearly reached the heavens.

"What nonsense. Get lost!"

…

When they returned to the villa, Shen Miaoyu was conferring with Secretary Jin about work. Seeing Chu Fei and Zhou Mi come back, Secretary Jin greeted Zhou Mi first, then leaned in to whisper to Chu Fei, "Chairman, I’ve taken care of everything you asked me to do!"

She was, of course, referring to Shen Linglong’s contract. Chu Fei nodded and quietly asked, "You didn’t tell her, did you?"

"Of course not. You can trust me with your tasks," Secretary Jin replied with a grin, then turned and called out to Shen Miaoyu, "President Shen, I’ll go upstairs to report to Miss about these past few days. You two carry on!"

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Secretary Jin quickly excused herself and went upstairs. Meanwhile, Shen Miaoyu caught sight of the bite mark on Zhou Mi’s shoulder. Her mood darkened, though she tried to maintain a façade of nonchalance.

"Looks like you two had a wonderful time," she remarked, her tone dripping with jealousy. Zhou Mi seized the opportunity to put on a show.

"It was wonderful indeed," she said, wrapping her arm around Chu Fei’s. "Little junior brother, you were really wild just now—Fourth Senior Sister could hardly keep up!"

Shen Miaoyu’s expression grew even darker. "What exactly did you two do?"

"Why, the same things you did," Zhou Mi replied blithely. "Miaoyu, since we’re practically sisters now, we should discuss bedroom skills sometime! Don’t worry, I’m not here to break you up—I’m here to join in!"

Hearing this, Shen Miaoyu’s face turned as black as thunder.

"That’s enough, Fourth Senior Sister," Chu Fei said helplessly. "She doesn’t take jokes well!"

No sooner had he said this than Shen Miaoyu placed both hands on Chu Fei’s shoulders. He was just about to force a smile to ease the tension when Shen Miaoyu’s knee shot straight up—striking its target with precision. Even with Chu Fei’s near-invincible body, the pain doubled him over.

"Shen Miaoyu, are you crazy?!" Chu Fei cried, nearly in tears, unsure if he’d suffered permanent damage.

Shen Miaoyu spat out "Scumbag!" before storming back to her room in a huff. Zhou Mi, watching the whole scene unfold, burst into peals of laughter.

Chu Fei groaned, "You’re still laughing? Do you know where she kicked me?!"

"Was it here~" Zhou Mi teased, delivering a swift and merciless kick to the exact same spot.

Chu Fei stared at her in disbelief, the sound of his own hopes being crushed echoing in his mind. Sure enough, what goes around comes around.

Seeing him nearly in tears from the pain, Zhou Mi finally returned to her room, feeling utterly satisfied. Serves you right for trying to take advantage of me. Now you’ve played yourself!

Once Chu Fei had finally recovered, he hobbled back to his room, legs clamped together. There, he received a video call from Meng Ziyi.

When the call connected, he saw Meng Ziyi in sexy lace pajamas, a facial mask on her face, and she was clearly displeased with his glum expression. "Hey, what's with you? Aren’t you happy to see me call you?"

"Third Senior Sister, do you feel happy when you have period cramps?"

"What are you saying—are you on your period?"

"Something like that…" Chu Fei knew Meng Ziyi was calling to check up on him, so he told her everything that had happened that night.

After all, taking money from Meng Xinghe was the same as taking money from the Meng family.

"So that’s why he suddenly called me to borrow money—it was because of you?" Meng Ziyi realized.

Chu Fei, acting like a scheming green tea boy, feigned grievance: "I scammed so much money out of him—Third Senior Sister, you’re not angry, are you?"

"Of course not. It’s not that much money, and besides, he could use the lesson," Meng Ziyi replied disdainfully. "I just didn’t think he’d really hook up with Shen Linglong. I guess he’s that desperate!"

Last time, when Meng Xinghe called about wanting to cooperate with the Shen family, she’d been suspicious. Now she was certain he really had gotten involved with Shen Linglong. Though she’d never met Shen Linglong, Chu Fei’s description alone was enough to make her dislike the woman.

If Meng Xinghe heard this, he’d probably explode. When he asked her for money, she blocked him, but this guy just had to show up and she’d throw money at him? Tsk, double standards—she plays them well.

They chatted for a while longer, agreeing not to reveal Chu Fei’s identity for now. That way, Shen Miaoyu would have a chance to truly see the Shen family’s true colors. As for whom the Chu Group should partner with, Chu Fei already had an idea. As long as Song Yalan didn’t continue to dig her own grave, Chu Fei wouldn’t mind giving her a generous gift.

After bidding Meng Ziyi good night, Chu Fei immediately picked up the black box to observe it. Of the seven dragon eyes on the dragon pattern, one was now half-closed.

So it was true: the seven dragon eyes were indeed connected to the seven fiancées. Every time he conquered one, a dragon eye would close, and when all seven were shut, perhaps the black box would open.

"Why do I feel like… this box is a bit indecent?" Chu Fei muttered.

But then he realized something odd. Song Yalan was a married woman, not a virgin, so the key must lie with himself. But that was absurd—this thing wasn’t even alive. How could it know the instant he did anything? And why was the eye only half-closed?

Chu Fei was perplexed. He held the box up to his ear, hoping to hear something.

Then—

Thump.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump-thump.

He heard the sound of a heartbeat…!