Ji Fengran · Conversa

<narration> The heavy solid wood private room door was kicked open by Ji Fengran without any announcement from servers. The cold winter night wind, carrying the un-melted snow air of the northern plateau and the sandstorm of the Gobi, instantly swept into the exclusive top-floor room of "Deep Abyss", the premier club in the South District. The entire floor of the club had been fitted with the Federation's highest-grade soundproofing. The thirty-centimeter-thick handmade velvet carpet in the hallway absorbed all noise, leaving only the blues jazz from the room swaying faintly in the wind. The warm-gold crystal chandelier swayed gently, casting fractured ripples of light and shadow across the navy wool carpet. She was still wearing her black military combat uniform, its stiff epaulets stained with the dried, dark-brown blood of alien beasts. The soles of her military boots, embedded with northern snow, left deep, damp marks on the expensive carpet—completely at odds with the refined, luxurious ambiance of the room, like a fire-quenched blade thrust violently into soft silk. Her gray hair was ruffled by the night wind outside, the few streak-dyed red locks at the tips looking like stubborn embers burning in the dark under the warm light. The red tassel earring hanging beneath her ear swayed gently with her movements. Between her fingertips, she held a half-burned, handmade black cigar. Lazy smoke rings billowed slowly from between her thin lips, veiling half of her pale, cold face. Her long, narrow phoenix eyes were half-squinted, and the faint teardrop mole below the corner of her eye flickered in the light and shadow. Her gaze swept slowly across the room without a trace of haste, yet it carried the overwhelming pressure carved into the very bones of a top-tier Alpha—like a blazing midday sun slowly sweeping across frozen earth, heating and tightening the very air wherever it fell. The servers in the room were the first to react; their knees instantly turned to jelly, and the champagne tray in one server's hands nearly crashed to the floor. They quickly bowed their heads and hunched their backs, not daring to breathe loudly. Having worked in the South District's top club, they had seen plenty of high officials, nobles, and high-ranking Alphas of noble origin, but they had never felt a pheromone so aggressive—even though she hadn't intentionally released her pressure yet, just standing there quietly, that fierce, midday-sun-like pheromone had already seeped in through the door frame. It pressed down until everyone's neck glands tingled and tightened. Even the faint Omega pheromones originally in the room were instantly crushed out of existence, leaving not a single trace. Ji Fengran's gaze didn't linger for a second on the trembling servers and bodyguards. Sweeping past the gilded decor and the top-shelf champagne chilling in ice buckets, it finally locked onto the black leather sofa in the center of the room. The knuckles gripping the cigar instantly tightened, turning pale. The burning ember scorched the skin of her fingertip, blistering a tiny bubble; a sharp, piercing pain surged through, yet she seemed completely oblivious, not even knitting her brows. 你 leaned right there on the sofa, posture lazy and relaxed. Not a single trace of the gentle smile on his face had changed since the last time she saw him three months ago. Seated on his left and right were two young Omegas, both clean and delicate without a trace of vulgarity. The Omega on the left carried the crisp scent of high-mountain white tea, while the one on the right bore a clean note of orange blossom after rain—all picked precisely according to the standard Ji Fengran had favored for over twenty years: not overly sweet, not cloying, fresh and crisp like a mountain breeze, lacking the nauseatingly sweet aromas of milk candy or peach that she despised most. Even the concentration of their pheromones was tuned to her exact habit—a fraction more would be too heavy, a fraction less too faint—crafted as if someone had taken her personal preference checklist and picked them out line by line. Both Omegas leaned submissively against 你. The one on the left held a peeled, seedless grape between fair, slender fingers, bringing it to his lips; the one on the right raised a crystal glass filled with top-tier champagne to his hand, her movements natural and practiced, clearly not her first time by his side. 你's hand rested on the back of the sofa, his fingertips occasionally brushing through the Omega's soft hair, casual and natural, like playing with a gentle cat he had raised for a long time. The moment she saw this scene, Ji Fengran's Adam's apple rolled heavily. The rage she had suppressed for three whole months instantly erupted like wild fire doused in gasoline, burning through her veins. Even the gland at the back of her neck throbbed violently, burning with pain as if about to explode. She had searched for 你 for three whole months. Three months ago, a massive beast surge—unseen in a decade—broke out on the northern border. Swarms of high-tier beasts surged out from the depths of the wasteland, tearing through three rock-solid border defense lines. When she received the emergency military report, she was holding an encrypted video conference with 你. 你 on the screen had smiled and told her that once she finished the battle, he would personally go to North Rin City to find her, bring her thirty-year-old vintage liquor stored in the South District's cellars, and bring custom handgun accessories crafted by top Federation gunsmiths—a model she had been talking about for a long time. Yet the moment she hung up, she led the Third Corps to the border overnight, guarding it for two full months. During those two months, she slept only three hours a day, fighting beasts hand-to-hand alongside her soldiers in trenches twenty degrees below zero. Her combat uniform was soaked through with beast blood, dried, and soaked again until it hardened like an iron plate. A high-tier beast's claw slashed a deep cut down her left arm, exposing the bone. She took twelve stitches without any anesthesia, biting down on a military towel while letting Shen Qing stitch her up, her hand tightly clutching the custom fountain pen 你 had given her. The cool silver pen barrel was held so tightly it grew warm, her knuckles rubbed red. On the day they won the final battle, a heavy blizzard fell over the border. She leaned against the sandbags in the trench, covered in blood, her fingertips numb from the cold. Holding a cigarette between her fingers, she called 你 immediately, only to hear the cold, piercing mechanical voice indicating a disconnected number. She thought it was just poor border signal. Wrapping herself in a heavy military coat, she braved the blizzard to climb a snow-capped mountain peak thousands of meters up. The wind stung her face, and her phone repeatedly shut down from the cold. She dialed a dozen times, receiving the same result every time. When she sent messages, red exclamation marks stung her eyes with pain; when she sent encrypted emails, they sank like stones into the sea without even a read receipt. Panicked, she realized then. She had never panicked in her life. At fifteen, she had single-handedly crashed a rival officer's banquet, aiming a single gun at a room full of armed bodyguards without flinching; at eighteen, surrounded by beasts in the snow with depleted ammunition and half her soldiers down, she didn't panic; at twenty-two, taking control of the North District while a chamber full of old geezers colluded to trip her up and drag her down, she didn't panic either. But that day, holding a ice-cold phone while standing knee-deep in a blizzard, her whole body cold and her neck gland aching fiercely, she felt fear for the very first time—she feared that 你 had truly met with an accident, feared that Chu He and Gu Yan had acted out of grudge over the previous Zhang Qi incident and secretly targeted 你, feared that she would never see this person again. She mobilized the North District's entire intelligence network through Xie Yu, searching every corner of the Federation—flipping upside down the underground black markets of the East and West Districts, the no-man's-land on the border, and the depths of the beast wasteland. She searched for three full months without finding a single trace of 你. She thoroughly investigated all of Chu He's and Gu Yan's assets and hidden operatives, tripled the border garrison, and nearly led the Mecha Division directly to flatten East Dawn City and West Wasteland City. The entire Federation believed the North and South were going to full-scale war against the East and West, causing widespread panic. The Council sent envoys daily to persuade her, but she ignored them completely. Then, at three in the morning last night, Xie Yu knocked on her study door and placed an encrypted intelligence report on her desk. She told her that 你 was fine, staying comfortably in his private club in South Zhao City. He hadn't stepped out for three months, and he had replaced his companions with two Omegas—their pheromones both belonging to the crisp, fresh category, exactly her usual favorite types. Staring at that intelligence report, she froze for ten full minutes before suddenly bursting into laughter. Her shoulders shook with laughter, and she snapped the fountain pen in her hand in two, blue-black ink splashing across the border battle reports on her desk, blooming into dark stains. She requisitioned the fastest private armed helicopter overnight, flying three full hours from North Rin City to South Zhao City. She didn't even change out of her combat uniform or re-bandage the wound on her arm—the gauze still seeping blood—and upon stepping off the helicopter, she rushed straight to this club, kicking open the top-floor private room door without bothering to let the servers knock. Ji Fengran let out a soft laugh that mixed into the incoming night wind, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness. The temperature in the room plunged instantly. Everyone trembled in fear; even the two Omegas leaning next to 你 couldn't help shrinking their necks, instinctively huddling closer into 你's arms. Without a word, she stepped inside. Her military boots made no sound on the thick carpet, yet every step felt like it was stomping on everyone's heart. The bodyguards and servers in the room didn't dare move a muscle, watching helplessly as she walked up to the sofa and stopped right in front of 你. The two Omegas turned pale with terror, looking up at her with eyes full of fear, not even daring to breathe loudly. Ji Fengran's gaze swept over them with unmitigated disdain and hostility. That fiery sunlight pheromone detonated completely in an instant, smashing down like the midday sun with scorching heat. Both Omegas went pale instantly, their glands aching under the pressure as their bodies went weak, nearly sliding off the sofa. </narration> <message>Get out.</message> <narration> She uttered only a single word. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried the unquestionable pressure of a supreme ruler, leaving zero room for negotiation. Scrambling frantically, the two Omegas scrambled off the sofa with lowered heads, not daring to steal even a glance at 你 as they rushed out of the private room, not even daring to pull the door shut. The room fell dead silent instantly, leaving only the gentle melody of blues jazz and the faint crackle of the cigar between Ji Fengran's fingers. Looking at 你, who remained leaning unbothered on the sofa, the smile at the corner of her lips grew colder and increasingly unhinged with violence. She raised her foot, bringing her right boot down directly onto 你's chest. The force was controlled perfectly—not enough to truly injure, yet carrying absolute pressure that pinned him firmly against the sofa, unable to budge. Leaning down slightly, her free left hand reached out and grabbed 你's tie. Her fingers tightened, pulling him close to her face. The distance between them shrank instantly, close enough to smell the familiar, restrained scent on him, close enough to clearly see the hidden amusement in his eyes. Her breath was heavy, carrying the scent of cigar tobacco and northern snow as it brushed against 你's face. Her deep brownish-red eyes burned with uncontainable rage, pure unhinged malice, and a deep-seated grievance buried at the very bottom that she refused to admit even to herself. </narration> <message>Playing missing for three months. I thought you died in some forgotten corner, but here you are enjoying a life of leisure?</message> <message>What's the matter, is this all the capability the leader of the South District has? Even choosing Omegas according to my taste? 你, without me, do you not even know what kind of person you like anymore?</message> <message>Deliberately hiding from me, deliberately finding these people to piss me off, right? Let me tell you, it's useless. Even if you find a hundred or a thousand, it's useless.</message> <message>Didn't you like playing games? Fine, I'll play with you. If you don't give me an acceptable reason today, don't even think about walking out of this room.</message> <details> <summary>【char·Ji Fengran Status】</summary> ⌚ Time: Federation Calendar March 17, 2148, 01:27 🕰 Location: Exclusive top-floor private room of "Deep Abyss" club, South Zhao City 👕 Attire: Black military combat uniform, epaulets stained with border sandstorm and beast blood, boots embedded with un-melted snow, red tassel earring, layered cool-silver necklaces around neck, left arm gauze seeping blood 🎭 Posture: Leaning down in front of the sofa, right boot stepping on 你's chest, left hand gripping 你's tie to pull him close, right hand holding a half-burned black cigar 📌 Environment: Warm-gold chandelier casting lights and shadows, faint cedar fragrance remaining in the room, cold wind mixed with snow seeping in, air filled with fierce, aggressive pheromones 💝 Gland Status: Gland throbbing hot, pheromones fully released, mood extremely agitated 💗 Inner OS: That bastard hid from me for three months and dared to pick my favorite type to piss me off. Does he really think Ji Fengran is someone easy to push around? 📜 Journal: Returned from the border and searched for 你 for three months, finally caught him at the South District club. He's clearly provoking me on purpose; this debt must be settled today. </details> <details> <summary>【你 Status】</summary> 👕 Attire: Unset 🎭 Posture: Leaning on the black leather sofa in the center of the room, chest pinned down by Ji Fengran's foot while pulled by the tie 📌 Environment: Enveloped in warm-gold light, residual faint Omega scent beside him, only the two of them remaining in the room 💝 Gland Status: Gland stable with no fluctuation, no pheromones released, no physiological abnormalities </details> <details> <summary>【News & Forums】</summary> 📺 News 1: The decade-rare super beast tide on the northern border has been fully repelled by the North District's Third Corps. Ji Fengran led her troops to hold out for two months, setting a new Federation record for total enemies eliminated. 📺 News 2: Rumors spread across the Federation that the leaders of the North and South Districts have been out of contact for three months, with the South District leader not appearing publicly for three months, triggering widespread speculation. 📺 News 3: Chu He of the East District secretly mobilized border garrisons, repeatedly testing the North and South defense lines; the balance of power among the Federation's four districts grows tense once more. 🔥 Forum Topic 1: Did anyone see the North District leader at Deep Abyss Club? She barged straight into the top floor wearing a combat uniform! Comment 1: I was downstairs! It really was Ji Fengran! Her aura was terrifying—the Alphas in the entire club didn't dare breathe! Comment 2: She searched for the South District leader for three months! Charging straight into the club like this—what kind of top-tier tension is this? Comment 3: I bet five cents the North and South leaders are going to cause a scene today. Camping here for updates! 🔥 Forum Topic 2: Just how terrifying is Ji Fengran's top-tier Alpha pheromone? Comment 1: Ran into her in North Rin City; even without her releasing pheromones, my legs went weak. The pressure of a top Alpha is no joke! Comment 2: Ordinary Omegas can't handle it at all. Just getting close makes your glands go numb, let alone being marked by her. Comment 3: Only the South District leader can withstand her pheromones; anyone else would've been on their knees long ago. 🔥 Forum Topic 3: What exactly is the relationship between the North and South District leaders? Frenemies is such a good dynamic! Comment 1: Last time they teamed up to handle Zhang Qi and made the East District submit. If these two unite, the whole Federation is theirs. Comment 2: Ji Fengran almost flattened the East and West Districts just to find him—if that isn't love, what is? Comment 3: Top-tier leaders equally matched in power—who understands this kind of tension! </details> </choice_group>