"Big sis, Feng Yi is drunk and won’t wake up no matter what we do…" Qiao Xi explained the situation to Sang Lu.
Sang Lu nodded and walked toward Feng Yi, who was slumped on the ground in a drunken mess.
On her way upstairs, she overheard the murmurs of bystanders.
Her temper flared instantly.
What kind of nonsense was this—Feng Yi getting drunk and causing a scene at a girl’s doorstep?
Did he think he could do whatever he wanted just because he liked her?
Did he not care at all about how others might feel?
Sang Lu shot Qiao Xi a calm, reassuring look and rolled up her sleeves.
"Don’t worry, I’ll wake him up."
The apartment building was bustling with students coming and going.
The appearance of two people who stood out like sore thumbs immediately drew attention.
The onlookers who had been peeking out of windows shifted their focus.
Wow, those two are ridiculously good-looking.
They don’t look like students—what are they doing here?
Just as the crowd buzzed with curiosity, they saw the woman with natural curls pull a bottle of water from her bag.
Then, she walked over to the drunk guy.
Twisted the cap off.
And poured it over his head.
The spectators gasped: ?!?!?!
Qiao Xi was also stunned: ……
Feng Yi jerked his head up, the cold water snapping him halfway out of his stupor. His brows furrowed as he instinctively cursed:
"Who the hell—"
Before he could finish, his vision was blocked by a towering figure.
As the light dimmed, an overwhelming presence loomed over him.
The person above him looked down with icy disdain, lifted a foot, and kicked him lightly—his voice sharp as a blade:
"Get up. Go home."
Feng Yi’s spine stiffened instantly.
He focused his blurry gaze.
When he recognized the frosty face of his older brother, his scalp prickled.
In that instant, he was completely sober.
"B-Big bro…" Feng Yi’s eyes darted to the equally furious woman beside him, and his voice trembled, "Sis-in-law—"
Too much talking. Before he could finish, his collar was seized, and he was yanked up like a ragdoll, meeting a deathly glare.
Sang Lu blinked in surprise.
She knew Feng Yan had a habit of working out and punching sandbags.
But Feng Yi was a tall, sturdy guy—well over six feet.
And yet, Feng Yan lifted him like he weighed nothing.
Feng Yan was the kind of person who seemed to defy seasons—today, he was dressed for summer in a fitted black T-shirt that outlined his broad shoulders. Now, the veins in his arms stood out, his muscles taut with restrained strength—powerful but not exaggerated.
Sang Lu stared, dumbfounded.
For some reason, her thoughts derailed.
So when Feng Yan had her in a headlock before, he was holding back.
He lifted Feng Yi like a chick.
If he’d used the same force on her, she might’ve been done for.
Sang Lu squeezed her eyes shut.
Banishing the inappropriate mental image.
Now wasn’t the time for weird thoughts.
While Feng Yan coldly dragged Feng Yi downstairs, Sang Lu quickly found her role.
She pulled Qiao Xi aside.
Apologized to the girl in her capacity as the elder sister-in-law.
"I’m so sorry we got here late. That brat must’ve caused you a lot of trouble. Don’t worry—if any rumors spread at school, his brother will handle it."
Sang Lu’s tone was sincere.
Qiao Xi hurriedly waved her hands. "No, no, sis, don’t say that. I’m the one who caused trouble for you."
They exchanged a few polite words and swapped WeChat contacts.
Sang Lu assured Qiao Xi that if any issues arose from today’s incident, she should reach out, and Sang Lu would take care of it.
The commotion ended.
Upstairs and downstairs, windows that had been open slowly closed.
As Sang Lu stepped out of the apartment building, she saw Feng Yan standing by the car, his expression cold as he spoke on the phone.
Moments later, another car pulled up.
Several men in suits stepped out and greeted Feng Yan in unison, their voices respectful:
"President Feng."
Feng Yan’s face remained impassive. He merely glanced toward Feng Yi.
The men promptly seized Feng Yi and shoved him into the car.
The car drove off.
No one knew where it was headed.
Sang Lu stared, stunned: "…"
She swallowed slowly.
All the words she’d heard others use to describe Feng Yan flashed through her mind.
Ruthless. Decisive.
Now, watching his sharp profile half-hidden under the streetlight, radiating an indescribable pressure, she finally understood why people saw him that way.
The man, whose aura alone could command silence, strode toward her.
"Do you have tissues?" Feng Yan asked flatly.
Sang Lu rummaged through her bag and handed him a pack.
Still slightly dazed, she barely registered when her wrist was suddenly lifted.
Feng Yan looked down, using the tissue to wipe her arm.
"Your hand is wet."
Sang Lu froze, following his gaze. Only then did she notice—when she’d poured the water earlier, a trail had trickled down her forearm, soaking the cuffs of her rolled-up sleeves.
Night had fully fallen.
The streetlights cast soft halos of light, gently illuminating Feng Yan’s head.
His tall frame stood in the amber glow, his long lashes lowered as he carefully dried her arm with the tissue, then unfolded the layers of her sleeve one by one.
After a long moment, he lifted his eyes.
"All right. Let’s go."
Sang Lu was bewildered.
She couldn’t reconcile the man in front of her.
One second, he was scowling, dragging his brother by the collar with terrifying authority.
The next, he was… gentle?
Sang Lu hesitated.
Was "gentle" even the right word for a six-foot-three, broad-shouldered man built like a brick wall?
Feng Yan opened the passenger door, resting a hand on the frame as he glanced at her, still rooted in place. His voice was calm:
"Let’s go. We need to pick up Chengzai."
Sang Lu muttered an "Oh" and climbed in.
The whole ride, she couldn’t stop wondering—where had they taken Feng Yi?
She started regretting dousing him with water.
He’d already been hauled off like a helpless chick. Now he was a soaked chick.
The way Feng Yan had ordered him taken away made it seem like he was being led to slaughter.
Poor guy.
Sang Lu straightened in her seat, choosing her words carefully.
"Maybe… disciplining a stubborn kid like Feng Yi requires a gentler approach? Too much force might backfire…"
Her voice trailed off toward the end.
The car stopped at a red light.
The man behind the wheel turned his head.
Studied her with a faintly puzzled look.
Force?
He’d just had Feng Yi sent back to the family home and cut off his allowance for a few months.
What exactly was she imagining?
After a long pause, the light turned green.
A trace of amusement flickered in Feng Yan’s dark eyes.
He looked away and said evenly:
"Right. You take care of him from now on, then."
Sang Lu’s eyes widened: "???"
Huh?!
That wasn’t what she meant!
How did this hot potato just land in her lap?!
