[Fengjia Villa]
Ling Qingxiao had just returned home, her mind clouded with the weight of the evening ahead. She had to host a banquet for Han Yue tonight, and though her heart felt heavy, she forced herself to press on.
"Auntie, are you home?" A voice echoed from the hallway.
Feng Xian, her nephew, walked into the room with his hands in his pockets, seemingly with something important to discuss. But as soon as he entered, his eyes widened in shock. The sight before him was far from what he expected.
Ling Qingxiao was standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a translucent silk bathrobe that hung loosely over her delicate frame. The robe wasn't fully fastened, and the curves of her neck and shoulders were visible, adding to the already sexy scene.
"Ah!" Ling Qingxiao yelped in surprise, her face flushed with embarrassment as she instinctively covered her body with her hands.
"Why didn't you knock first?" she demanded, trying to gather her composure.
Feng Xian chuckled, his eyes scanning her form without even trying to hide it. He took a slow step forward, stopping just inches away
"Auntie, you really are a beauty. No wonder your husband died suddenly after only two years of marriage. Now I get it." His voice was laced with an unsettling tone.
Ling Qingxiao's face turned red with anger. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your elder!"
Feng Xian smirked, ignoring her words. "We're not blood relatives, right? You've also been alone for so long, haven't you?"
In one swift motion, he stepped closer, pressing her up against the dressing table. The scent of her freshly bathed skin lingered in the air, and Feng Xian leaned in closer, inhaling deeply as his breath tickled her ear.
"Auntie, you smell so good," he whispered, his voice calm and cold with a hint of amusement.
Before she could react, he reached out and let his hand graze her body. "You've lived in my house all these years. Don't you think it's time to pay the rent of all those years?" His fingers brushed against the silk of her robe, sending a chill down her spine.
Ling Qingxiao's body trembled, torn between fear and disgust. She instinctively twisted and turned, trying to escape, but fear held her in place, preventing her from fighting back.
"No... stop... please..." she pleaded, her voice shaky.
But in the struggle, the bathrobe slipped off her body, exposing her chest. Despair surged through her, and she closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn't be able to escape.
Just as she thought her dignity would be lost, she felt the weight on her body suddenly lift. The door slammed shut with a loud thud.
Confused and stunned, Ling Qingxiao slowly opened her eyes. She blinked in disbelief. The room was empty, and Feng Xian was gone.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she shakily picked up the bathrobe that had fallen to the floor, her hands still trembling.
"I should keep my distance from him from now on. He's a madman!" she silently vowed... Vowed to make as much of a distance as possible.
[Outside Of The Villa ]
Feng Xian stood outside, his gaze fixed on the jade pendant now lying in his palm. The warm glow of the ivory-white jade seemed to pulse with energy.
"It's finally here," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with excitement.
In the original storyline, this pendant was crucial. It was no ordinary piece of jewelry. It was an ancient artifact passed down through the Feng family—a symbol of destiny. For years, its true powers remained unknown. But when Zhang Lingyi accidentally dripped blood onto it, its magic was unlocked, revealing the Pure Yang Supreme Art hidden inside.
The Pure Yang skill had many benefits—it could enhance strength and even grant invulnerability to weapons. In its final stages, it could make one immortal. Zhang Lingyi had once used it to impress women, boasting of its powers. But over time, the pendant's true value was forgotten, and it became nothing more than a mere trinket.
Feng Xian knew all of this, and he was determined to claim its power. He had waited for the moment when Ling Qingxiao would leave the pendant unguarded. Tonight, he had finally gotten what he wanted.
With a triumphant grin, he walked back to his room, locking the door behind him. Sitting on his bed, he took a deep breath and prepared to unlock the jade pendant's power. He cut his finger and allowed a drop of blood to fall onto the pendant's dragon-shaped eye.
The moment the blood touched the surface, the pendant glowed with a brilliant light, veins of dark red snaking across the jade like blood vessels.
"It's finally awakening..." Feng Xian murmured, admiring the beauty of the magical veins. "This is it—the energy diagram of the Pure Yang Supreme Art!"
He placed the pendant on his chest and closed his eyes, focusing his mind as he entered a deep, meditative state, ready to absorb its power.
[Meanwhile, Outside Of Fengjia Villa]
A sleek Porsche Panamera pulled up to the villa's gates, and Han Yue stepped out, looking every bit the part of a woman on a mission.
Her outfit was striking—a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her figure, with her hair elegantly pinned up. The bold red lipstick gave her an air of confidence, and the expensive jewelry she wore sparkled with a million-dollar gleam. The set had been custom-designed for her by a renowned foreign designer, worth tens of millions. Tonight, she needed to impress, both for herself and to maintain control over the volatile Feng Xian.
"Xiao Yue," a voice called from the car.
Han Yue turned to see a woman in the driver's seat. Dressed in a black dress and white trench coat, the woman's fair skin and sharp features radiated a cold, businesslike aura. It was Gu Nanyuan, Zhang Lingyi's second sister and head of the Imperial City Chamber of Commerce.
Gu Nanyuan's gaze lingered on the villa before turning back to Han Yue. "I also want to meet my godmother," she said, her voice quieter now, as if the weight of memories was pressing on her.
Han Yue gave a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, Second Sister. Now that my little brother is back, we'll definitely have more opportunities to see Godmother. Don't worry."
Gu Nanyuan nodded, though her expression remained distant. "I know, but I still wish she had invited me in. Anyway, let's not linger on that. I'll wait here, you can go ahead."
"Of course, we'll meet soon enough," Han Yue reassured her. "Afterwards, I'll take you to the gym!"
The mention of Zhang Lingyi softened Gu Nanyuan's features. "I'd like that," she said with a faint smile. "We'll meet again soon."