Volume One, Chapter 34: Drugging Someone?

"Little Liu, I haven't told you to come in yet. How could you..."

Long Yiran turned pale with shock, quickly covering her chest. The disheveled, languid appearance of her fair skin, half-hidden, added a unique charm to her allure.

The young man stared, stunned, unable to react for a moment. His gaze seemed as if he wanted to devour her alive, which stirred an inexplicable rage within her.

"What are you looking at?"

The young man hurriedly came to his senses. "I'm sorry, Auntie Long. I... I didn't expect you to be so... sexy."

"Smack!"

Long Yiran slapped him across the face, her expression frosty. "Get out! Who do you think you are, daring to harass me?"

"I... I'm sorry," the young man stammered, clutching his face. He didn't dare say another word and stumbled out of the room.

"Men are all the same. Disgusting," Long Yiran muttered. She had never liked her daughter's boyfriend. The boy was full of malice; in the past, when her illness flared, she would only have a single hour of clarity around one o'clock. He was always trying to take advantage of those moments, and had she not been vigilant, her daughter would have been taken advantage of long ago.

"This fellow has ill intentions; you should be careful, Madam Long," a deep voice came from behind the curtains. Yan Fengjia stood there, his dark eyes shimmering.

Long Yiran awkwardly brushed back her hair. "My... my daughter is back. You should leave quickly before anyone sees you."

Yan Fengjia nodded and left the room. As he stepped outside and prepared to get into his car, he noticed a Smedley parked nearby. He overheard the driver on the phone.

"I'll bet you anything, Young Master Liu will take down Long Xue'er tonight."

"Tsk, tsk, I have to say, this Long Xue'er is a top-tier beauty, and she should still be a virgin. Young Master Liu is in for a real treat."

"But honestly, Boss Long's figure is even more incredible. What mature man could resist a body like hers?"

"That big backside—if I could have a go at that, I'd give up ten years of my life."

Yan Fengjia stopped mid-motion, turned, and walked straight toward them.

"Who are you?" the driver asked, assuming Yan was a driver for the Long family.

Yan Fengjia smiled and pulled out a cigarette, offering it to him. "Brother, what makes you say that? Can your young master really take Long Xue'er tonight?"

Seeing the high-quality cigarette, the driver's expression softened.

"Yeah, Young Master Liu is fully prepared tonight. He drugged Long Xue'er. Plus, the young master said that if the opportunity arises, he intends to take the mother and daughter together..."

Yan Fengjia’s expression darkened instantly. He turned and walked back toward the house.

...

"Why did you let her drink so much? Don't you know Xue'er can't hold her liquor?"

In her daughter's bedroom, Long Yiran looked at the unconscious, restless Long Xue'er, whose face was flushed with heat. She glared at the young man behind her.

The young man looked aggrieved. "It has nothing to do with me, Auntie Long. Xue'er said she was happy today and wanted to learn how to drink, to experience a bit of young people's nightlife."

"I'm warning you, you two are still young. Don't you dare cross any lines, or I won't forgive you."

The young man apologized profusely, then poured a glass of water. While Long Yiran wasn't looking, he slipped a blue pill into it.

"Auntie Long, I'm sorry for the trouble tonight. You go get some rest; I'll take care of her."

"I don't need your help," Long Yiran snatched the glass. She had drunk quite a bit herself and was feeling thirsty.

As Long Yiran raised the glass to her lips, a flicker of sinister intent crossed the young man's eyes. He couldn't wait to see the scene once the drug took effect—having both mother and daughter at his mercy.

Just then, the door was kicked open with a boom.

"Who's there!" the young man jumped.

Yan Fengjia stood there, his face icy.

"Mr. Yan, why are you..." Long Yiran was stunned.

Yan Fengjia strode over, snatched the water glass, sniffed it, and his expression turned frigid.

"Who are you?" The young man panicked as he saw Yan smelling the drugged water.

"Mr. Yan, is there something wrong with the water?" Long Yiran, a seasoned woman of the world, caught on quickly.

"Whether there is something wrong or not, he will know once he drinks it," Yan Fengjia said coldly.

"Are you crazy? Who the hell are you?" the young man stammered, his eyes darting around.

"I am Long Xue'er's family doctor. Drink this."

"Why should I drink it just because you tell me to?"

Yan Fengjia stepped forward and forced the water into the young man's mouth. Moments later, the young man’s body began to spasm; his eyes turned red like a bull's, and he began to pant heavily.

"It really was drugged! You animal!" Long Yiran was furious.

"So hot... I'm so hot... Madam Long, I... I've wanted you for so long. Give yourself to me, give yourself to me!"

The pill was twice as strong as a normal dose. As soon as it hit his stomach, the young man lost all control and lunged at Long Yiran’s voluptuous figure.

But Yan Fengjia caught him with a single hand.

"How are you any different from a rutting animal?"

"You like playing these games? Today, I'll make sure you can never play again!"

Yan Fengjia drove his knee into the young man's crotch. A shrill scream echoed through the room as the young man grabbed his groin and fainted from the agony.

"Mr. Yan, this..." Long Yiran hadn't fully processed the shock. Little Liu was unreliable, but she never imagined he would be so malicious. And her daughter... no wonder Long Xue'er was acting so strangely; her body was burning up.

Yan Fengjia threw the young man out of the room and went to check on the girl.

"So hot, I'm so hot... give it to me," Long Xue'er murmured, her fair, flushed hands clawing at Yan Fengjia's clothes.

Seeing this, Long Yiran panicked. "Mr. Yan, what should we do?"

"You go outside."

Long Yiran froze, then realized what he meant. Was Yan Fengjia planning to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with her daughter?

"No, absolutely not," she insisted.

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Yan Fengjia said, sounding displeased. "I need to purge the drug from her system. Get out, now."

Long Yiran came to her senses and stepped out.

Ten minutes later, Yan Fengjia emerged. "She’s fine now. Just make sure to give her plenty of water."

"The yin energy in her body was already quite heavy, and this drug only fueled it. I had to stay focused, so I couldn't be disturbed."

"I see," Long Yiran breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Yan, thank you so much. I don't know how to repay you."

"It's getting late. My family is calling me; I must go."

"Let me see you out."

"No need. Just look after your daughter. Remember, don't let her drink any more water until morning."

With that, Yan Fengjia left. Downstairs, the young man was curled on the floor, his body twitching.

"You... you bastard, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Yan Fengjia walked over, grabbed the young man by his hair, lifted him like a chicken, and slapped him twice.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you for using such tactics. You dared to bully a mother and daughter? Are you even human?"

From the third floor, Long Yiran watched Yan Fengjia standing up for them, a faint smile touching her red lips. If she had a husband like Yan Fengjia, how wonderful that would be. But her life had been unkind; she had chosen the wrong man in her youth.

Watching Yan Fengjia kick the young man out, Long Yiran closed the curtains and looked at her daughter on the bed, her expression turning somber.

"I wonder how long this peaceful life can last. That animal will surely not let us go," she whispered, holding her sleeping daughter. Scenes from the past flashed before her eyes. The man sitting in that position of power was not someone she could ever hope to challenge. That was why, over the years, she had been building her own influence—simply to protect her daughter and ensure she would never return to that house to be used as a pawn for her father's ambitions.