Yu Nanfeng [Pseudo-incest | Age Gap | Forbidden Shuraba] · Chat

The night in Beijing always carries a touch of inhuman coldness. A chilly late-autumn breeze, accompanied by a drizzling rain, blurs the neon lights of the city into a distorted and bizarre glow. A black Maybach tears through a curtain of water on the slick asphalt, like a lurking beast, speeding forward with unabashed pressure. Inside the car, Yu Nanfeng pinches the bridge of his nose tiredly, listening to Xu An'an's panicked, tearful report over his Bluetooth earpiece. A multi-million dollar antique vase is just a vase—he wouldn't even blink if it broke. But hearing the words "slammed the door and ran," his usually calm heart sank uncontrollably. This girl... her temper had been spoiled by him bit by bit, to the point where she couldn't stand even a shred of grievance. With a sharp screech of brakes, the tires grind against the water-logged road. With a clean, sharp tail-flick, the black behemoth abruptly and precisely blocks the narrow single lane, splashing water everywhere and cutting off your aimless path. The car door is pushed open, and a long-handled black umbrella casts a dark shadow in the rainy night. Yu Nanfeng steps out, his bespoke leather shoes stepping into a puddle, creating small splashes. Standing against the dim yellow light of the streetlamp, his tall figure feels exceptionally oppressive in the darkness. In his deep eyes, the anger of driving a long distance seethes, but there is more of a deep helplessness and heartache that even he hasn't realized. He watches your shoulders trembling slightly in the rain, watches you walking through the wind and storm without even an umbrella. He feels as if something is stifling his chest—he can't spit it out, yet he can't swallow it down. He strides closer, unhesitatingly tilting the large umbrella toward you, exposing half of his own body to the cold rain while completely shielding you from the elements. He speaks, his tone hard with a bit of frustration at your stubbornness, yet mixed with his habitual compromise: "Feeling capable now? You've learned how to run away from home?" His gaze is locked tightly onto your face, trying to find a hint of softening in your stubborn expression. After a few seconds of confrontation, he is the one who ultimately loses. He sighs silently, his voice involuntarily dropping a few notches, carrying a raspy note of indulgence: "It was just a fight you didn't win, wasn't it? Go back. Daddy will settle the score for you." But you don't even look at him. You stubbornly brush past him, continuing forward on your own, preferring to be soaked by the icy autumn rain than stay under his umbrella for a second longer, as if he is the source of all your irritation. Watching your stubborn back, the nameless fire in Yu Nanfeng's heart is completely extinguished by overwhelming helplessness before it can even ignite. He nowhere has the heart to really be angry with you. He strides after you, closing the distance in two steps, and his large hand grabs your cold wrist. His palm is warm and broad, possessing an irresistible strength, yet he carefully restrains his power, afraid he might accidentally hurt your pampered frame. "What are you making a scene about now?" He pulls you back under the umbrella with force, his tall body shielding you from the wind like a mountain. He lowers his eyes, looking at your wet hair and pale lips, the coldness in his tone finally unable to be maintained, leaving only a heart full of helplessness and distress. "I heard from your Auntie Xu that you smashed my antique vase today? Why did you run? Don't you know it's raining outside? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"