Chapter 114 If He Becomes Powerful, He’ll Marry the Young Master First

Chapter 114: If He Gained Power, His First Priority Would Be to Marry the Young Master

Shang Xu lived on the fifth floor, which was exceptionally quiet, almost devoid of people. The security was extremely tight, clearly indicating top-tier accommodations.

Cheng Feng was gently placed on the bed.

The moment Shang Xu let go, his hand brushed against a gun at Cheng Feng's waist. He picked it up and looked at Cheng Feng, blinking his eyes.

He didn't need saving after all?

Cheng Feng had already opened his eyes, his cheeks flushed, stating the obvious:

"Young Master, why are you here? Weren't you at home?"

He didn't need to ask; he probably came to catch that little brat Shang Shaohao.

Shang Xu didn't answer. He carefully examined Cheng Feng's body, frowning slightly when he saw the bloodstains. "Are you hurt or feeling unwell anywhere?"

Cheng Feng shook his head. "I'm fine, just a headache. This blood... it's someone else's."

Shang Xu looked at his forehead, where there was a small scrape with a bit of blood seeping out. "Just wait a little longer. The doctor will be here soon to check on you. Did that person... bully you?"

Before Cheng Feng could speak, a bodyguard nearby hesitated, wanting to say something.

The bodyguard thought to himself, Cheng Feng's just fine. The Young Master should be asking if that Fatty is okay. That Fatty was all but tortured to death by Cheng Feng, barely clinging to life.

Cheng Feng sniffled, lowered his head, wiped his eyes, let out a sob, and threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around Shang Xu's waist, acting pitifully.

"Young Master, I was so scared. I almost... wahh... He was so bad. He wanted to... he wanted to..."

Shang Xu held him, patting his back, gently comforting him.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'll deal with him."

Cheng Feng took out his phone and a piece of paper, handing them to Shang Xu, sniffling as he spoke.

"Young Master... this is the evidence of that Fatty's crimes. I was so scared. Luckily, I know martial arts, or I would have been finished. I fainted from fright earlier; he was just too ugly."

Shang Xu: "?"

He took the phone and watched for a while. When he saw the Fatty being tortured half to death and writing in his own blood, his gaze stilled slightly.

"..."

He turned to look at Cheng Feng for a long time, remaining silent.

Cheng Feng whimpered twice, his eyes red and teary. "Young Master, I didn't have a choice. I was afraid he would attack me, so I attacked him first. He wanted to do that to me, so I did it to him. I'm not into that kind of thing. I'm a good boy. I don't like bullying people like that."

Shang Xu stayed silent.

Cheng Feng thought he was disgusted, finding him repulsive and twisted, which made him even sadder, his heart quaking with fear.

Suddenly, Shang Xu narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with clear appreciation.

"Well done. Very clever. Our Cheng Feng has grown up."

Ever since Cheng Feng was a child, Shang Xu had noticed his exceptional qualities: a composure rare even among adults, resilience, the ability to conceal his edge, meticulousness, boldness, always holding his head high, defiant of everything, daring to fight for anything, possessing enough mettle, with top-notch analytical and learning abilities.

In front of those stronger than him, he was always obedient and compliant. Only when he completely seized the initiative would he reveal his hidden sharpness.

He really hadn't misjudged or misplaced his training.

Meeting Shang Xu's probing gaze, Cheng Feng's cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment, but he shot back inwardly:

He had always been clever; it wasn't just today.

Of course, he didn't dare to argue semantics with Shang Xu.

Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly said:

"Shaohao, Zhang Yuantao, Liang Wenfan, and Qi Yao are all by the pool. I've been gone for so long; they must be worried."

"They'll be here soon," Shang Xu said flatly.

Sure enough, not long after, Shang Shaohao and Zhang Yuantao were trembling as they knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with panic as they looked at Shang Xu.

Shang Shaohao pleaded tearfully: "Brother, I was wrong! I'll never come back here again. Don't hit me, I was really wrong..."

Zhang Yuantao was also panicking. He quickly clasped his hands together, begging Shang Xu not to tell his family. He knew Shang Xu wouldn't punish him, an outsider, but he would definitely inform his parents or grandparents. Then, when he returned home, he wouldn't escape a beating.

Liang Wenfan and Qi Yao stood to the side, at a loss, not daring to step forward or move around freely.

Shang Xu remained silent the entire time, his face frighteningly dark.

Shang Shaohao knew this was the calm before the storm and trembled with fear.

"Brother, I really didn't mess around! I was just looking, I didn't bully anyone. I just found school too exhausting and wanted to relax a bit... I swear, Cheng Feng can vouch for me."

Zhang Yuantao quickly chimed in: "Yes, yes, yes! We were just too tired, so we came here. We didn't do anything bad, just watched the women dancing. We didn't do anything else! We wouldn't dare!"

Cheng Feng secretly glanced at Shang Xu's expression. His face was unreadable; it was impossible to tell if he was angry or not.

He thought that, based on past experience, Shang Shaohao probably wouldn't get off easy this time.

Seeing that Cheng Feng not only wasn't punished but was also comfortably lying on the bed, Shang Shaohao felt a pang of jealousy and couldn't help but say:

"Brother~ if you're going to punish someone, you should punish Cheng Feng too! He came with me! We're in this together, for better or worse."

Shang Xu's gaze instantly shifted to Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng was startled. The young master was such a jerk. Not satisfied with being punished alone, he had to drag him down too. He quickly shook his head.

"Young Master, I didn't do anything bad! I'm very well-behaved. When I came, I had no idea this place was like this. I thought it was just an ordinary cruise ship."

Shang Xu's gaze swept over to Qi Yao, then back to Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng didn't dare to speak. He had indeed caused trouble; he wasn't completely innocent.

Shang Shaohao had thought he would get another spanking, but this time, he was only given a long lecture and made to write a ten-thousand-word self-criticism essay.

Cheng Feng wasn't scolded or hit, but he felt particularly tormented inside. Under Shang Xu's gaze, he felt extremely guilty, his heart pounding wildly.

"How do you want to deal with Qi Yao? He's still tied to that place, not to that Zhang Rong," Shang Xu said.

Zhang Rong was that Fatty.

Cheng Feng pursed his lips. Actually, he had thought about threatening that damned Fatty to help send Qi Yao home. If the damned Fatty refused, he had other ways to take Qi Yao away.

But instead, he said: "I... I don't know what to do..."

"His parents will be on the ship soon to take him home."

Cheng Feng's eyes went wide, looking at Shang Xu with admiration. Young Master was truly reliable, solving all the problems so quickly.

"Thank you, young master."

"Don't go saving people so recklessly from now on." Shang Xu's tone carried a hint of seriousness, his gaze concerned. "First, assess your own situation. If saving someone puts you in danger, you'll only get yourself caught up in it too. Only act when you're absolutely certain you won't get hurt, understand? How's your forehead? Still hurt?"

Cheng Feng inwardly retorted: Do police officers and firefighters only save people when they're absolutely certain they won't get hurt? Should they just wait until someone dies to collect the body?

He only dared to mutter this complaint in his head; he wouldn't dare put on a show in front of Shang Xu.

Shang Xu was right, but even if he were weak and useless, he would still step up to save someone when needed. Even knowing he might suffer losses, he'd charge forward—because he knew what it was like to be caught in the rain, he always wanted to offer someone else an umbrella.

The other day, he'd seen a video where a girl was held hostage by a criminal, and everyone around was too scared to step in—except for one skinny girl who charged forward. At that moment, he thought to himself: Since he was a boy now, he ought to be even braver than that girl.

Cheng Feng raised his hand to touch the gauze on his temple. It was just a little bump; it didn't even hurt that much, but he still obediently nodded, being perfectly obedient.

"I understand, my young master."

Once Shang Xu had left the room, Cheng Feng got up, climbed out of bed, and left the room.

Qi Yao immediately stepped forward, hugged him, his eyes red-rimmed and brimming with gratitude. "Thank you for contacting my parents for me. They'll be here soon! Cheng Feng, you're such a good person!"

Cheng Feng extricated himself and looked over at Shang Xu.

"It was this Young Master Shang who helped you. If you want to thank someone, thank him."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yao immediately ran to Shang Xu and hugged him too, his face full of gratitude.

Cheng Feng watched Qi Yao nestled in Shang Xu's arms, feeling uncomfortable. What was with this guy and hugging everyone? Did gratitude have to involve so much hugging?

Fortunately, Qi Yao only hugged for a moment before letting go.

Watching Qi Yao board the yacht his parents had sent for him, the family reunited, Cheng Feng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy. But when he thought about the others still living such difficult lives, his heart tightened again.

He could only save this one person. There were still so many people trapped on the cruise ship, and he was truly powerless to do anything for them.

He really wanted to beg Shang Xu to save those people, but he also knew deep down that he couldn't ask Shang Xu to rescue everyone. That would cause Shang Xu a lot of trouble.

No matter how powerful the Shang family was, they had no business provoking the people who ran this cruise ship. Those who could establish themselves in such a place were definitely not simple—they were likely involved in the underworld. If Shang Xu really intervened, Old Master Shang would surely find out, and the old master might get angry.

Shang Xu seemed to see through his thoughts and asked, "Want to save the others?"

Cheng Feng nodded. The young master had always been sharp, easily seeing through his thoughts. Then... could he also see through the feelings hidden deep in his heart? Did he already know, or had he never noticed? Was he pretending not to understand, or did he simply not care?

Shang Xu raised his hand and ruffled his hair, letting out a light laugh, his voice softening.

"If you want to save people, you have to make yourself stronger. When you hold enough power, everything you want will naturally come to you."

Everything he wanted would come to him?

Feeling the warmth on his head, Cheng Feng's heart churned. He clenched the hem of his clothes tightly. Did that include having Shang Xu for himself?

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with intense ambition and desire.

If one day he really climbed to the top, the first thing he would do would be to find a way to make the young master his and bring him home!