Chapter 411: Drunken Hands, Hidden Intentions

Wang Haoran put away his phone just in time to see Fenfg Rao swaying her hips as she walked right up to him.

Her eyes shimmered with intrigue, blatantly scanning him from head to toe. The intensity in her gaze made his scalp tingle. He instinctively took half a step back.

“What? Do I scare you?” Feng Rao raised an eyebrow as she caught his reaction.

“No, not at all.” He shook his head quickly.

“Then what are you so nervous about?”

“You’re so dazzling it’s hard not to feel a little self-conscious,” he replied out of habit, words of praise slipping past his lips before he could stop them.

The moment they came out, he regretted it. He nearly slapped himself.

Feng Rao beamed with delight, clearly pleased. It felt like the time she’d spent dolling up hadn’t gone to waste. She took a step closer, her smile sweet and teasing.

“If I look that good, then I should let you have a closer look, no?” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in slightly, her gaze never leaving his.

Wang Haoran instinctively lowered his gaze and was greeted by a pair of proud curves that seemed to taunt him outright.

He dared not say a word.

“Dinner must be ready by now. Let’s go,” he said, sidestepping her to escape.

“No rush. There’s still time,” Feng Rao blocked him with a smooth motion.

Wang Haoran silently groaned, unsure how to deal with her.

Just then, Feng Xuansu’s voice rang out, “Haoran, where are you?”

He almost yelled out

Wife, save me!

but caught himself. Instead, he called back plainly, “Over here!”

Feng Xuansu rounded the corner of a nearby building and came into view.

The moment Feng Rao spotted her, she immediately stood up straight and wiped the smile off her face. Her gaze darkened slightly as she gave Haoran a quick glare.

“Big sis, you’re here too?” Xuansu sounded surprised. “What were you two talking about?”

“I could tell you two weren’t just friends,” Feng Rao said, completely calm as if nothing had happened. “So I pulled him aside to ask what your relationship really is.”

Xuansu didn’t want to bring up the past in front of Haoran, worried it might trigger another memory episode like before.

“Let me talk to you privately,” she said.

“I’ll go check if lunch is ready,” Haoran took the excuse and slipped away.

Once he was gone, Feng Rao asked directly, “Well?”

Xuansu didn’t hide anything. She shared the same story she told Yuntian earlier, the truth about her past with Haoran.

Feng Rao stood there, shocked for a long time.

She only guessed that Xuansu liked Wang Haoran. She never expected it to be something this serious.

“Big sis, thank you for forgiving Haoran the other day when he accidentally offended you. I really appreciate it,” Xuansu said sincerely.

“We’re sisters. Your husband is family, too. No need to thank me,” Feng Rao waved it off casually.

“Still, thank you.” Xuansu smiled, clearly relieved.

Feng Rao returned the smile, but her heart was heavy.

If Xuansu merely liked Wang Haoran, then it would just be a matter of fair competition. But now that she knew they were married, guilt crept in.

And yet, she couldn’t let go. Suppressing her own desires was only making herself miserable.

Besides, when had Feng Rao ever failed to get something she wanted?

In just a short moment, she cast away all hesitation. She might feel guilty, but she’d deal with it later. Worst case, she will play the sister role and let Xuansu have the title of “main wife.”

That should be enough to clear her conscience.

With her mind made up, Feng Rao was ready to proceed with her original plan.

Before long, lunchtime arrived.

Yun Churan claimed she wasn’t feeling well and stayed in her room.

At the table were Wang Haoran, Feng Xuansu, Yan Feipeng, Arao, and Yuntian, who was lying on a lounge chair. They gathered to eat.

Because of his injuries, Yuntian had to be hand-fed by a servant.

Yuning and Yun Xuan stood by to serve, and Feng Rao made sure they kept topping off everyone’s drinks—especially Wang Haoran’s.

In less than ten minutes, he had already been forced to drink five full glasses of wine under Feng Rao’s enthusiastic hospitality.

Thankfully, he wasn’t an ordinary man. Otherwise, he might’ve already passed out.

“Yuning, fill his glass again,” Arao said as soon as she saw his cup was empty.

“He’s had enough. He shouldn’t drink anymore,” Xuansu interjected, worried.

“It’s a celebration. A little more won’t hurt,” Yuntian cut in between bites, clearly hoping Haoran would get blackout drunk.

Wang Haoran shot Yuntian a sidelong glance. *You’re still talking with food in your mouth?*

Originally, he planned to invite Bian Suwen to the gathering so they could expose Yun Churan’s secret in front of everyone. That’s why he insisted Yuntian to join the meal—to make sure he sees it all.

But plans had changed as Suwen couldn’t make it.

Now, Haoran wasn’t in the mood to deal with Yuntian’s games.

Still, hearing him talk trash while being spoon-fed rubbed him the wrong way.

“Yu Ning, hurry and pour,” Feng Rao pushed again.

“This guest has had too much already. Maybe he should stop?” Yu Ning said, her voice filled with concern.

Feng Rao had no intention of letting her meddle.

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the wine bottle from Yu Ning and poured for Haoran herself—filling his cup to the brim—then filled her own.

“Let me toast you,” she said cheerfully and drained her cup in one go.

Yuntian smirked coldly, silently praying Haoran would pass out from alcohol poisoning.

Haoran glanced at him again, reading the spite in his eyes. Without saying a word, he downed the glass, then let out a loud sigh and started swaying slightly, acting tipsy.

“You’re drunk. Don’t drink anymore,” Xuansu said gently, clearly concerned.

“I’m not drunk. Who says I’m… hic… I can still drink… Oh wow, you’re so pretty,” Haoran slurred, eyes glassy as he draped an arm around Xuansu’s shoulders and started groping without shame.

Startled, Xuansu’s first instinct was to push him away—but she stopped herself.

Haoran was always so proper and distant. For once, he was letting his guard down. Why stop him?

The rest of the table wore varying expressions.

Yuntian’s eyes burned with barely-contained rage.

【Ding! The host has successfully destabilized Yuntian’s mindset. Gained 1300 Villain Points. Yuntian’s Protagonist Halo -65. Host’s Villain Halo +65.】

Yan Feipeng, sitting quietly, pretended nothing was happening and just sipped his wine.

Feng Rao was a little jealous. Sure, Xuansu was beautiful, but so was she. Why wasn’t she getting any of that drunken attention?

Yuntian, after a moment of seething, forced himself to calm down. Haoran and Xuansu were married, after all. A little drunken touching wasn’t that outrageous.

Meanwhile, Haoran was gauging Yuntian’s reaction. Seeing it wane, he realized that groping Xuansu was no longer rattling him.

So he changed targets.

Xuansu, flushed from embarrassment, kept her head down and didn’t notice Haoran’s subtle shift.

But others at the table did.

Yan Feipeng froze mid-sip.

Feng Rao beamed with anticipation.

Yuntian’s eyes widened—something felt very wrong.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, still unsure what to say, Wang Haoran, who was still pretending to be drunk, suddenly turned and lunged toward Feng Rao with both hands raised like claws, reaching straight for her.