Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Knock knock knock".

Chen Feng gently knocked on the attic door.

It was almost three o'clock, and he was afraid of waking Lin Fang and Liu Yu, so he used very light pressure.

A few seconds later, there were light footsteps inside, and the door opened a crack.

Liu Yu poked her head out; her hair was a little messy, and she was wearing a loose, oversized T-shirt—the kind that covers your buttocks—revealing her two pale thighs.

"Why are you only just getting back?" Liu Yu asked in a low voice, clearly afraid of waking Lin Fang.

"Something came up." Chen Feng squeezed through the door and locked it behind him.

The warm and cozy atmosphere unique to this little house wafted over him, finally relaxing his nerves that had been tense all night.

Liu Yu sniffed, and seeing no smell of alcohol, nodded in satisfaction: "Thank goodness, there's no dead smell tonight."

"What's that dead smell?" Chen Feng took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger.

"You smell like alcohol!" Liu Yu rolled her eyes at him. "I could smell the alcohol on you in my dreams last night."

As she spoke, she walked into the kitchen and lifted the lid of a small electric saucepan: "I left you some noodles, did they get soggy?"

Chen Feng went over and saw that it was a pot of tomato and egg noodles. Although the noodles were a little bloated, their red and yellow colors looked very appetizing in the middle of the night.

"No lumps, just right." Chen Feng didn't stand on ceremony and picked up the pot to eat.

Liu Yu leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching him wolf down his food, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Hey, you country bumpkin."

"Hmm?" Chen Feng looked up at her with his mouth full of noodles.

"Tonight... that young master Zhao, did he give you any trouble?" Liu Yu hesitated for a moment before asking.

She saw the message in the employee group chat. Someone said that Chen Feng actually dared to block Young Master Zhao's way and even exchanged a few indifferent words with him. That's Young Master Zhao, after all, a top-tier VIP with a lavish lifestyle, someone even Sister Hong has to give some face to.

Chen Feng swallowed the noodles in his mouth: "No, you're very kind."

"Polite?" Liu Yu's eyes widened. "Are you stupid? You call that politeness from Young Master Zhao? He's a wolf in sheep's clothing! If he sets his sights on you, you'll be lucky to escape with your life!"

She rushed over anxiously, poking Chen Feng's head with her finger: "Can you stop being so naive? Last time it was Wang Defa, this time it's Young Master Zhao, do you want to die?"

Chen Feng didn't dodge, letting her poke him.

Liu Yu poked him a few times, but seeing that he neither dodged nor made a sound, only looking at her with those dark eyes, her anger suddenly dissipated.

"What are you looking at!" She withdrew her hand and turned her face away awkwardly. "I'm just afraid that if you die, Fang-jie and I will have to split the rent."

Chen Feng laughed, put down the pot, and wiped his mouth with a napkin: "Don't worry, I'm tough, I won't die. Even if I do die, I'll pay next month's rent first."

"Go to hell!" Liu Yu laughed in anger and raised her leg to kick him.

She forgot she was wearing one of those oversized T-shirts, and as she lifted her leg, the wide hem billowed up with the movement...

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Chen Feng's gaze instinctively caught that fleeting glimpse of beauty—pure cotton white underwear, adorned with a small pink bow, wrapped tightly around her shapely curves, standing out starkly against the backdrop of her two fair thighs.

Liu Yu realized what was happening, exclaimed in surprise, quickly pulled her leg back, pressed her hands tightly against the hem of her T-shirt, and her face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato.

"You...you saw it?" Her voice was trembling.

Chen Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze slightly unfocused: "What did you see?"

"You're faking it!" Liu Yu was filled with shame and indignation. She grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him. "You pervert! You lecher! Shameless!"

Chen Feng caught the pillow and said helplessly, "I really didn't see it, you were too fast."

"If it's too fast, it doesn't count?" Liu Yu was so angry that she was incoherent.

Just then, Lin Fang's door creaked open.

"Are you two planning to demolish the house in the middle of the night?"

Lin Fang's languid voice came from behind. She was wearing a dark purple silk slip dress and had obviously been woken up. Her face was still a little sleepy, and her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.

The nightgown had a deep V-neck design, and as she yawned, her full breasts almost spilled out, the deep cleavage gleaming delicately in the dim light.

Seeing her savior arrive, Liu Yu immediately complained, "Sister Fang! This country bumpkin... he's bullying me again!"

Lin Fang glanced at Liu Yu, whose face was red and neck thick, and then at Chen Feng, who looked innocent and was holding a pillow. A playful smile appeared on her lips.

"Oh? How did I bully you?" Lin Fang walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing her legs. Her skirt slid down her thighs, revealing a patch of white skin. "Tell me, and I'll stand up for you."

Liu Yu opened her mouth, but couldn't bring herself to say "he looked at my underwear." She could only glare fiercely at Chen Feng: "Anyway...anyway, he's a pervert!"

Chen Feng gave a wry smile: "Sister Fang, I'm innocent. She was making me noodles in the kitchen, and then..."

"Noodles for dinner?" Lin Fang's eyes lit up, deliberately emphasizing those two words. "Tsk tsk, Yu Yu, when did you become so virtuous? Making noodles for a man?"

"Those are noodles! Noodles!" Liu Yu was practically going crazy. "Sister Fang, you're bullying me too!"

Lin Fang laughed so hard her body trembled, and the voluptuous waves of her chest made Chen Feng unable to look directly at her.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you." Lin Fang stopped laughing and looked at Chen Feng. "How was tonight? I heard you clashed with that kid Zhao Bin?"

Chen Feng nodded: "I guess so."

"You've got some nerve." Lin Fang took a cigarette from the pack on the coffee table, but didn't light it, just toyed with it between her fingers. "Zhao Bin, he looks like a playboy, but he's actually quite cunning. He's from a collateral branch of the Zhao family and has always wanted to climb into the inner circle, so he's very concerned about his image in public. You offended him today, so this feud is now firmly established."

"I know what I'm doing," Chen Feng said.

"What good is it if you know your limits?" Lin Fang glared at him irritably. "In Donghai, sometimes limits are meant to be broken."

She threw the cigarette back on the table, stood up, and walked over to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng sat while Lin Fang stood. From this angle, Chen Feng could see her waist and abdomen at eye level. Beneath the thin layer of silk fabric lay the voluptuous curves characteristic of a mature woman, and the outline of her navel was even faintly visible.

Lin Fang suddenly reached out and gently straightened Chen Feng's somewhat disheveled collar.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet carried an indescribable warmth, as they lightly touched Chen Feng's neck.

"Chen Feng," Lin Fang's voice suddenly became very soft and gentle, "I know you want to climb the ladder and make money. But before you've established yourself, don't offend everyone. Sometimes, it's not shameful to humble yourself."

Chen Feng felt the touch of her fingertips, his nose filled with her sweet fragrance, his body stiffened slightly, but his eyes remained firm.

"Sister Fang, if bowing my head can bring me peace, I can bow my head. But if it's to follow the rules, or to earn respect from others, I cannot bow my head."

Lin Fang's hand stopped.

She lowered her head and gave Chen Feng a deep look. This man, several years younger than her, had a stubbornness and wildness in his eyes that made her heart tremble. That look was like that of a wolf that hadn't yet grown up but already had fangs.

"Fool."

Lin Fang muttered a curse under her breath and withdrew her hand.

"Alright, go take a shower and go to bed. You smell like sweat."

She turned and walked back, but when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Liu Yu, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

"Yuyu, your underwear is too see-through. Wear a darker color next time."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

The living room fell into a deathly silence.

Liu Yu froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, the redness on her face spreading from the base of her neck to the top of her head, as if she were about to burst into smoke.

Chen Feng: "..."

"Aaaaaah! Lin Fang, I'm going to kill you!!!"

Liu Yu screamed and rushed back to her room, slamming the door shut.

Chen Feng sat on the sofa, looking at the two tightly closed doors and listening to the sounds of fighting coming from inside. He couldn't help but touch his nose, a helpless yet warm smile curving his lips.