Chapter 927: Has Long Feiye come? (2/2)

She just knew it, he was here! As expected, she’d lured him out.

“What are you going to do if I take another step?” Han Yunxi teased. She was about to turn around when Long Feiye strode over and encircled her waist from behind. Han Yunxi stopped moving as a smile rose to her lips. It was as sweet as sugar and bright enough to illuminate the dark room.

“Long Feiye, hug me a little tighter, alright? I missed you.”

Long Feiye leaned closer and drew her into his embrace. They were plastered together, feeling the existence of the other.

“Is that enough?” Long Feiye asked.

“A little tighter,” Han Yunxi said softly.

But they couldn’t get any closer than this, unless he could absorb her into his flesh. Without a word, he held her tight and buried his head in her shoulders. Silently, he began to kiss her jade-like neck and ears, unruffled yet reluctant to part. He breathed in deep her scent, a fragrance all her own. If parting for one day felt like an entire season, what of two?

It was impossible to imagine what he could do if parted from this woman for more than a few days. He had arrived long ago and was staring at her the entire time. He wanted to know if she remembered to change her dressing; as expected, he’d caught her misbehaving again. Han Yunxi’s breaths grew heavier as his grip grew tighter. She couldn’t help raise her head with eyes shut, feeling his gentleness and warmth. Despite seeming indifferent, Long Feiye still remembered her injuries and didn’t let her stand for long. He carried her into the wheelchair and began to change her bandages.

“Long Feiye, I...I…” Han Yunxi started and stopped, before finally setlling on a smile.

“You’ve gained control of Myriad Merchant Hall?” Long Feiye asked. He had known of the head elder’s arrival and kept an eye on him as well.

“You’re unhappy?” Han Yunxi asked.

Long Feiye rubbed her nose. “I’ll take you away tomorrow. We’ll go to the Hundred Poisons Sect, I’ve already made arrangements.” His happiness was best expressed through actions than any expressions on his face.

“The Hundred Poisons Sect?” Han Yunxi echoed in surprise.

“Besiege the Hundred Poisons Sect. Tomorrow, you can send the poison guards and the City of Daughters’ mercenaries over there. If Bai Yanqing doesn’t show up, we’ll raze Hundred Poisons Sect to the ground!” Long Feiye declared icily.

“Alright!” Han Yunxi had almost forgotten about the sect. That was one of Bai Yanqing’s old haunts. If they fought their way to his doorstep and the man was still hiding away, then he’d not only be publically cancelled by the general populace, but laughed at by the poison community too. Moreover, his own subordinates would look down at him. With Bai Yanqing’s personality, he’d never suffer such humiliation. Moreover, he feared her allying with Long Feiye, so his only path would be to bring Gu Beiyue to the Hundred Poisons Sect to keep them in check.

Long Feiye’s plan was an excellent idea that forced Bai Yanqing onto a dead end. Han Yunxi cupped his face and said, “You’re still the smartest one!”

Long Feiye had disliked other people getting close since childhood. Even his own imperial mother had never touched his face like this. But he felt no revulsion against Han Yunxi and allowed her to cup his cheeks and even pinch his nose mischievously. Instead, his focus was completely on changing her bandages.

Once that was done, he took out a gold card and declared, “Here’s the 700 million. Keep it safe.”

“I don’t want your money!” Han Yunxi declared. This was cash she’d gotten off Myriad Merchant Hall--though it some ways it wasn’t a real loss, but payments to Kangan Private Bank. If she hadn’t shown up, even the most profitable business wouldn’t have lured Manager Luo into cooperating with Myriad Merchant Hall. It was already good enough that Kangan Private Bank hadn’t made things worse for them during their time of crisis. Thus, Myriad Merchant Hall owed Long Feiye one, and 700 million was quite appropriate to pay the price.

Han Yunxi explained all this to Long Feiye, but he wasn’t interested. “If you don’t want money, will you take me?”

It was such a familiar phrase. She seemed to have said the same thing that night. As Long Feiye leaned languidly against the high pillows, he arched a brow at Han Yunxi…