Fantasy World: Seducing The Heroine At The Start-Chapter 146: Peaceful moments with Aunt Li Shixin

Feng Yun came into himself slowly, the quiet of the private chamber wrapping around them like a soft curtain.

At this time, Feng Yun and Li Shixin were lying side by side on the bed upstairs, the candlelight casting warm shadows across the room. Her head rested against his chest, one arm draped lazily over him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath her cheek strangely comforting.

"So," Li Shixin asked softly, tracing idle circles on his shoulder, "what’s next?"

"What next?" Feng Yun chuckled, tilting his head to look down at her. "Do you want to do something?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, already sensing his tone shift. Before she could react, he leaned closer and murmured teasingly, "I don’t mind... but I don’t think your body can handle it."

His hand moved just enough to make his intention obvious.

"You—" Li Shixin rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away, though there was no real force behind it. "I’m not talking about us. I’m asking about your plans."

He laughed softly, the sound low and relaxed. "Straight to business, hm?"

She huffed lightly. "Someone has to think properly. You’re always planning ten steps ahead anyway."

Feng Yun’s expression grew calmer, more thoughtful. He shifted slightly so they were facing each other, his arm resting comfortably around her waist.

"I’ll be returning to Black Plain City," he said slowly. "I bought a shop there earlier. It’s doing well—better than expected. That city is far more suitable for establishing a foothold than Maple Leaf City."

Li Shixin’s fingers paused. "Black Plain City... That place is chaotic. Dangerous."

"Exactly," Feng Yun replied. "Which also means opportunity."

She studied his face for a moment, then sighed quietly. "You never choose the easy path."

"The easy path doesn’t last," he said.

After a brief pause, he added casually, "By the way, the shop is short on manpower. I could use someone reliable. Would you be interested in lending a hand?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You’re asking me to work for you?"

"I pay handsomely," he added with a grin.

Li Shixin laughed softly, then leaned closer, resting her forehead against his. "You’re really trying to hire me like this?"

"I’m serious," he said. "You understand management, people, and balance. I trust you."

Her expression softened at that. "Careful. Say things like that, and I might actually agree."

Feng Yun tightened his arm around her just slightly, drawing her closer. "Then consider this an official invitation."

She smiled faintly, closing her eyes as she settled against him again, her voice soft and unhurried.

"Well... I’ll think about it later. For now, the business here still needs me." She paused, then added with a quiet huff, "Honestly, this is all your fault. Because of you, the Pavilion is expanding too fast. I barely have time to breathe."

Feng Yun chuckled. "So you’re blaming me for success now?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation. "You keep throwing opportunities at the clan like they grow on trees. Do you have any idea how hard it is to manage all this with limited manpower? The Feng Clan is still just a small clan."

"Hm," Feng Yun nodded thoughtfully. "That part is true."

"It’s not about numbers," he said calmly. "The problem isn’t how many people we have. It’s the quality."

She sighed. "And we lack that."

"For now," Feng Yun corrected.

She tilted her head slightly. "You sound confident."

"I am," he replied. "The number of high-ranking cultivators is still too small, yes. But that won’t remain the case for long."

"I’m upgrading the strength of the clan," Feng Yun continued. "Systematically. One layer at a time. Foundations first, then elites, then core members. When the time comes, manpower will no longer be our bottleneck."

She laughed softly. "You say that as if people grow overnight."

"Cultivators do," he said lightly.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. "You really believe the Feng Clan will become big."

"It will," Feng Yun replied. "Under my training and resources."

She rested her chin against his shoulder. "And until then, I’m stuck running an overworked pavilion."

"Overworked, but profitable."

"That’s not comforting."

He smiled. "I can compensate you."

She raised an eyebrow. "How?"

He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "By giving you fewer problems to solve."

She scoffed. "That would require you to stop creating them."

"That", he said honestly, "might be difficult."

She laughed again, the sound soft and unguarded. "At least you’re self-aware."

"Let’s put aside the business affairs," Feng Yun said softly, his tone shifting as he drew her closer, one arm wrapping around her with unhurried ease. "How about we focus on private affairs for a while?"

Li Shixin let out a quiet scoff, though she didn’t resist being pulled into his embrace. Her body fit against his naturally, the familiarity between them impossible to hide. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Hmph. You really are a pervert," she muttered, resting her palm against his chest. "Always thinking about that. Don’t you ever get tired?"

Feng Yun lowered his head slightly, his breath brushing her ear as he spoke. "Aunt Shixin, you are too sexy, i don’t get tired at all."

She froze for just a moment.

Then she pushed lightly against him—not enough to break free, only enough to pretend she was trying. "You’re shameless."

"And you’re still here," he replied calmly.

She clicked her tongue, but her fingers curled into his robe instead of pushing him away. "That’s because you never listen."

"I listen," Feng Yun said. "I just choose which words to ignore."

Her lips twitched despite herself.

He tightened his embrace slightly. The warmth between them grew, quiet and steady.

"You know," Li Shixin said after a moment, her voice softer now, "you’re very good at distracting people."

"That’s a skill," he replied. "Useful in negotiations."

She tilted her head up to look at him. "You treat everything like a strategy."

"Not this," he said.

His hand moved slowly, resting at her back, thumb tracing an absent-minded line as if memorizing her shape.

She exhaled, her earlier annoyance fading into something quieter.

She shook her head lightly, but instead of moving away, she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his shoulder. "You’re impossible."

"And yet," he said, lowering his voice, "you like it, don’t you, my dear aunt."

The room grew quieter. The candle flickered softly, casting warm shadows across the walls. Outside, the Pavilion was still bustling—but here, time slowed.

Li Shixin’s voice came again, barely above a whisper. "Just... don’t overdo it."

Feng Yun smiled faintly. "I’ll be gentle."

She sighed and relaxed fully against him. "Just this once."

"That’s what you said last time," he replied lightly.