Chapter 120: Emperor Xingyuan’s Dream 11

**Chapter 120: Emperor Xingyuan’s Dream 11**

Liu Yandai flushed crimson, her soft fingers feebly pressing against his chest as if to stop him—but it was no use. He kept pinching her anyway, leaving her no choice but to whisper, “Please…”

“You ought to show some sincerity,” Chen Feng said, holding her in his arms and raising an eyebrow. “A favor like this requires more effort.”

She instinctively sensed he had ulterior motives, yet still asked hesitantly, “W-what kind of sincerity?”

He toyed with her hand, saying, “Last time, it was your hand—”

His fingers slowly trailed upward, stopping at her lips. “This time, I want this.”

His hand was lean, knuckles prominent, calloused yet precise. With the lightest pressure, he could part her soft, moist lips.

At his touch, she let out a tiny, helpless whimper.

“You—” She seemed momentarily bewildered, staring at him blankly. “You want… this?”

Realizing she had never been in a relationship, touched a man, or even heard of such things, Chen Feng indulgently overlooked her naivety and decided to enlighten her.

How?

Chen Feng had his own way.

He pulled Liu Yandai over, casually sitting on a piece of gym equipment with her on his lap. Then he took out his phone. “Pay attention.”

She thought he was about to show her something shocking. When she widened her eyes in alarm, she tried to scramble away—only for Chen Feng to yank her back by the waist and pin her down.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, squeezing her thigh. “Study up. You’ll be putting this to use later.”

She had never seen anything like it before. The moment the sounds reached her ears, she clapped her hands over them and gasped, “How can you be this vulgar? Stop playing it!”

He didn’t force her to watch, only saying coolly, “If you don’t serve me well, I won’t let you go.”

She bristled, ready to argue, but then he drawled, “I bought your time. If you don’t keep your word, return the money.”

Her defiance crumpled instantly.

Pushing her buttons? Always effective.

“Watch properly,” Chen Feng said, tightening his grip. “Do well tonight, and I’ll pay extra.”

He pried her hands from her ears, forcing her to sit through ten minutes of the video.

Graphic moans and contorted bodies filled her vision. She fidgeted, cheeks aflame, while Chen Feng watched raptly. Sitting on his lap only amplified her discomfort.

She endured the ordeal until the housekeeper called out, “Dinner is served.” Only then did the torment end.

“Eat first,” Chen Feng released her. “You go ahead.”

He was in no state to follow just yet. Liu Yandai bolted from the rehab room, afraid he might do something else.

By the time she left, the chef had already gone, and the housekeeper had returned to the walk-in closet to continue organizing new clothes. Liu Yandai made her way to the kitchen.

The penthouse spanned 400 square meters, its interior all sterile grays and whites. The kitchen alone was practically a banquet space, spanning nearly 90 square yards. Cooking area on the left, an oversized designer table on the right, spread with an elaborate feast.

She was already seated when Chen Feng limped in on his crutches, settling opposite her.

Chen Feng was always careful about balanced carbs in his meals. Because of his bad leg, he paid extreme attention to nutrition, trying hard to keep up with others his age. So he never cut himself any slack. His chef even had a nutritionist’s license, cooking for him while making sure he got the right nutrients.

Liu Yandai was way less picky.

Growing up poor in the countryside, she’d never had decent food. Now she’d eat anything in sight, finding everything delicious. When it came to eating, Liu Yandai actually ate more than Chen Feng.

After eating, he still had to work out, while Liu Yandai just lay down to sleep.

Chen Feng held himself to high standards but didn’t impose any on Liu Yandai. Whether she slept, played on her phone, or went shopping, he didn’t care—as long as she came running when he called.

Other than being horny 24/7, he was weirdly chill about other things.

After finishing his workout today, Chen Feng took his usual shower, freshened up, and made a beeline for the bedroom.

Inside, Liu Yandai was scrolling through TikTok.

She hadn’t owned a phone before, only watching others play with theirs. Now that she finally could, she was glued to it.

It was like discovering a new planet—so fascinating and fresh. Just as she was enjoying herself, the door suddenly swung open, and Chen Feng hobbled in on his crutches.

It was already dark outside, the moon hanging above. The AC droned on inside, sending a slight chill through the room. As soon as the door opened, Liu Yandai shot upright, eyeing Chen Feng warily.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Chen Feng tossed his crutches aside after coming in, sat on the bed, then let the robe drop from his waist.

Sure enough, just as Liu Yandai feared—he had nothing on underneath.

“Come here,” Chen Feng lay back on the bed, slapping his stomach like some emperor. “Do I need to teach you again?”

Liu Yandai pulled the covers over her head, playing dead.

Chen Feng wasn’t in a rush. He simply closed his eyes and said, “Three minutes.”

Now he was threatening her!

And it worked perfectly.

Muttering curses but obeying, Liu Yandai crawled over.

She death-gripped the blanket, half-covering Chen Feng as she nervously reached out to touch him.

She just couldn’t bring herself to go further—only using her hands—but she had no idea what she was doing. Chen Feng grew frustrated, grabbing her face hard and growling through his teeth, “Having fun?”

His grip was brutal, almost painful. Tears spilled from Liu Yandai’s eyes, her voice trembling as she begged pitifully, “I don’t know how to do this. Let’s not do it.”

Tears soaked her lashes, her pleas so pitiful that Chen Feng couldn’t bear to be harsh anymore.

But he was fucking starving.

“Fine,” he said, lying back. “You just lie there. I’ll do it myself, alright?”

The room was dim, and Liu Yandai didn’t understand the danger in his words. She just knew she didn’t want to do it—anything to avoid it. So she nodded way too fast.

Chen Feng sat up. “Lie down.”

She obeyed without question, and he shifted, slowly sliding down.

Compared to Liu Yandai, Chen Feng knew way more moves. The moment the blanket covered them, she started screaming and kicking—but it was too late.

His broad, powerful arms locked around her legs, pinning her like a caught fish, completely at his mercy. Her begging and crying were like the perfect sauce, her shivers just added flavor.

This was a feast, and Chen Feng took his time for a solid ten minutes before emerging from under the covers, crawling toward her with predatory intent.

Liu Yandai was already overwhelmed, trembling from crying. The moment Chen Feng approached, she shivered and pushed him away.

She still couldn’t handle it, so Chen Feng had no choice but to retreat, lying down an arm’s length away from her. “Uncomfortable?” he asked.

“Shut up!” Liu Yandai wanted to kick him but feared he might open his mouth again. She held back in the end.

But Chen Feng couldn’t hold back—his night had barely begun.

“Come here,” Chen Feng said, satisfied for now, he grudgingly let her slack off. “Give me your hand.”

If he wasn’t satisfied, neither of them would sleep tonight. Liu Yandai could only inch forward, resigned, and surrendered her hand.

Chen Feng took it with satisfaction, lowering his head to kiss her, but Liu Yandai immediately turned her face away, shrieking, “No kissing! No kissing!”

He had just kissed *elsewhere*—there was no way she’d let him kiss her now.

Chen Feng gave a low laugh but said nothing, merely tightening his grip on her hand.

It went on for a few minutes… When it ended, Liu Yandai opened her eyes suspiciously. *That’s it?* The videos Chen Feng had shown her were much longer than this.

But she didn’t ask, wordlessly pulling her hand back instead.

This time, Chen Feng was finally satisfied.

When they slept, Chen Feng held Liu Yandai tightly, crushing her against his chest.

Trapped, Liu Yandai drifted into a dazed slumber—her first night with Chen Feng.

The next morning, Liu Yandai got up early, ready to go find her mother.

Of course, the process of getting out of bed involved Chen Feng making advances again. He tried several times to take things further, but Liu Yandai kept crying, so he held back.

She was starting to learn his weakness—Chen Feng couldn’t stand a woman’s vulnerability.

She put on a show—first weakness, then pleading, then outright begging—until he gritted his teeth and let go, making do with just stripping off her underwear to relieve himself. Even then, he didn’t let her leave, making her watch. Face burning, she figured, *Fine, it’s just a few minutes. I’ll watch.*

Once he was done, Liu Yandai bolted out of the bedroom.

She was going out today, and the maid laid out a beautiful water-blue dress, a small white square bag, a pair of high heels, and a set of jewelry for her. Since Liu Yandai didn’t have pierced ears, the earrings were clip-ons.

Liu Yandai didn’t understand any of it—she couldn’t recognize the brands, let alone their value. Each piece was a bespoke item worth tens of thousands.

Money was the best nourishment, and Liu Yandai had been polished to a radiant sheen, radiating wealth at first glance.

When they left, the chauffeur drove them—Chen Feng never let her go anywhere alone. He had to know her whereabouts at all times. Whenever she stepped out, someone had to follow. She was never out of his sight.

Liu Yandai didn’t get it, though. She even thought Chen Feng was being considerate as she rode off to see her mother.

When she arrived at the tenement building, she spotted Zhao Xiaolan waiting outside from afar.

Zhao Xiaolan’s face was heavily powdered to cover her bruises. When Liu Yandai’s car pulled up, she was too distracted to notice until Liu Yandai appeared—then her face lit up.

She had never seen such a luxurious car before. *How much must this cost?!*

She even recognized the jewelry on Liu Yandai—one-of-a-kind pieces money couldn’t buy. So many accessories, such an expensive bag, all that money! All that money! How’d Liu Yandai get her hands on all this?