Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

This was the second time Feng Chilie heard such words; the first occasion was at Feng Chengjian’s place.

When he was very young, Feng Chengjian patted him on the shoulder and said, “Ah Lie, you were meant to be an eagle soaring in the sky, but your wings were clipped by chains. So, you must work hard to flap your wings, break through these shackles, and risk your life. Hold it firmly in your hands, do you understand?”

Feng Chilie didn’t grasp everything, but he nodded seriously.

Subsequently, he was sent to the military camp by Feng Chengjian.

Hearing similar words again awakened Feng Chilie’s memories, but he still couldn’t fathom why Feng Chengjian had said that. After all, for thousands of years, the concept of being king, subject, father, son, and servant had been deeply ingrained in people’s hearts.

As human subjects, they had been bound by shackles since birth. How could they break free?

If he truly broke through the shackles on his body, wouldn’t he become a traitor?

Now, Young Master Yan and Tan Chuyan had merged, and those who had encountered each persona flashed through Feng Chilie’s mind like a shadow puppet show, making him feel that the person in front of him had become more authentic.

At that time, he couldn’t comprehend why a businessman would possess such sharpness and decisiveness honed through experience. This time, he understood. How could a person from a humble background, having experienced numerous life-and-death situations, be indecisive?

For Tan Chuyan, even a moment of softness and hesitation could lead to death.

Therefore, Tan Chuyan had no choice.

Feng Chilie had heard that living in an environment of constant turmoil for an extended period could make a person feel both separated and entangled. Similarly, no one was born with a liking for killing and bloodshed, but when the time came, one must act without hesitation.

No wonder Tan Chuyan always disliked the smell of blood when pretending to be Young Master Yan.

In reality, it wasn’t Tan Chuyan who disliked himself, but Tan Chuyan genuinely disliked the act of killing. Forced into it, he found his hands stained with blood.

It shouldn’t be this way; it really shouldn’t be.

Feng Chilie gazed at Tan Chuyan’s beautiful features and slender shoulders, and an inexplicable, sour emotion flashed through his heart.

“General,” Tan Chuyan slowly opened his eyes. “Have you seen enough? I can’t sleep anymore after what you’ve seen.”

“Not enough,” Feng Chilie admitted unabashedly. “I’ll never see enough.”

Tan Chuyan seemed to possess a magical quality, always easily touching the heartstrings of others and arousing their desires.

Feng Chilie detested this feeling. He didn’t want to be a person dominated by desire; that would be no different from a beast. However, when facing Tan Chuyan, he couldn’t restrain his desire and wanted to indulge in it.

At this moment, he was not only consumed by desire but also by the sourness in his heart.

He restrained himself, applying a little more force to Tan Chuyan’s waist, and spoke in a tight voice, “Yanyan, you won’t have to kill anyone anymore, okay?”

Tan Chuyan was stunned and laughed at himself, saying, “I don’t want to kill anyone, but as you’ve seen, I have to.”

“You can do it.” Feng Chilie lowered his head, pressing it against Tan Chuyan’s forehead and rubbing it gently. “I’ll help you with the person you want to eliminate. I’ll help you deal with those who wish to harm you. I want you to sit on a high, embrace the spring breeze, and be infinitely graceful, respected by thousands.”

“Yan’er, I want you to sit on a high platform and embrace the spring breeze.”

In that moment, Feng Chile’s words and Tan Hongchen’s words intertwined through the yin and yang. Tan Chuyan’s body trembled, and his eyes widened with unconcealable shock.

Why?

Why did Feng Chilie say such things to him? Was he worthy? How should he respond?

Tan Chuyan felt his eyes getting hot for no reason and suddenly sensed that there might be another person in the world who cared about him.

He couldn’t help but want to get closer to Feng Chilie, but how could he do this? Once emotions came into play, concerns about every action would arise.

He couldn’t afford any worries because he was walking on a blade and hanging in mid-air. If he touched it, he might be shattered to pieces.

But at this moment, Tan Chuyan couldn’t push Feng Chilie away. Maybe it was okay to indulge a little bit, Tan Chuyan thought. He was like a child secretly doing something wrong behind the back of adults, with sticky sweat oozing from his palms due to nervousness.

Tan Chuyan raised his head to reach for Feng Chilie’s lips, eager to find more comfort. Before kissing him completely, he asked Feng Chilie’s opinion in a soft voice: “Kiss me?”

This was Tan Chuyan taking the initiative for the first time. How could Feng Chilie refuse? The trapped beast in his body roared, and his breathing increased. His eyes were like a wolf staring at its prey, looking at Tan Chuyan with eagerness.

Just as Feng Chilie was about to kiss him, there was an unexpected knock on the door, and the high-pitched voice of the waiter came from outside.

“Two distinguished guests” the waiter shouted, “Everything is ready. Is this convenient for me to come in?”

Feng Chilie took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: “It’s convenient, come in.” His voice was as cold as if he was about to devour someone.

But the distinguished guests had said so, and it didn’t seem good to leave. The waiter could only lead a group of people to deliver things to the house and then ran away under Feng Chilie’s murderous gaze.