Die Wiedergeburt der Tochter des Spezialagenten

Kapitel 1

The Bloom That Will Never Be Seen Again

On the hottest day of the summer of 1999, Gu Yan stood in the lobby of the top floor of the Weber Group. Her long, straight, jet-black hair reached her waist and was neatly gathered behind her. A small, sad white flower was pinned to her bangs. Her white linen dress was clean and simple. The sixteen-year-old girl looked fragile and lonely against the backdrop of a room full of burly men in black suits.

Gu Boyun gazed at his youngest daughter for a long time. Sixteen years had passed since they last met, and the fatherly love that had been absent surged up all at once, so strong that it choked him and he couldn't let it dissipate. The usually cold and aloof man was at a loss for what to do. After a long while, he waved his hand behind him, "Yicheng, take Gu Yan home and settle her in first."

"Yes, Uncle Gu."

The young man named Fang Yicheng appeared in response, took Gu Yan's luggage, and his deep, mellow voice rang in Gu Yan's ear, "Hello, I am Fang Yicheng." He extended his hand to her, his warm fingertips dry and strong.

Gu Yan looked up at him, took his hand, and nodded with a smile.

At that time, summer was in full swing. In the sweltering heat, cicadas chirped incessantly, and dust swirled in the beams of light. In that instant, everything around them suddenly fell silent, and the world became still. In Gu Yan's eyes and heart, there was only the handsome young man before her. The curve of his smile was just right, and his warm palm seemed to foreshadow eternity.

"Fang Yicheng, I want to go home."

"Fang Yicheng, buy me that!"

"Fang Yicheng, can you take me to school tomorrow? My classmates said they want to see you."

"Fang Yicheng! We agreed to go to the movies today! How could you go back on your word!"

"Yicheng..."

She woke up from that dream for the 1302nd time, the sweltering heat of that summer still lingering in her chest, Fang Yicheng's smiling face still vivid in her mind. She couldn't fall back asleep. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, then gently sat up, her mind filled with fragmented images. She stared blankly, lost in thought. The night was cool, and goosebumps rose on her bare skin. She hugged the blanket and slipped into bed. The person behind her turned over, and the next second she fell into a warm embrace. Liang Feifan's handsome brows furrowed, his sleepy gaze slowly turning hot as he looked down at her unbuttoned pajamas. "Can't sleep?"

Gu Yan only snapped out of her daze the moment he suddenly entered her. A throbbing, tingling sensation came from below, and delicate tendrils slowly crawled all over her body. She couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmm...so swollen, Feifan..." The last word was like a hot, thin chocolate thread pulling at the man's heart, melting into an even more intense, ambiguous sound. Liang Feifan's blood rushed to his lower body, his handsome face slightly contorted, and he gritted his teeth, "You little vixen..." He no longer cared that he had hurt her so badly just a few hours ago, and that her delicate flower was still adorably swollen. He let go of himself and thrust hard into her body.

She woke up the next day in the afternoon; Liang Feifan had already left. She turned over, and the soreness in her waist and legs made her groan involuntarily. She sat up and took a sip of water. At the slightest sound, there was a soft knock at the door. A cute little maid stood timidly at the door, holding a bathrobe. "Miss Yan, the master said that you should get up and do your hair and makeup; there's a party tonight."

A party? She frowned. So tiring. That bastard Liang Feifan, knowing there was an event, still tormented her so badly last night.

"I'm not going!"

"But," the little girl was on the verge of tears, "Young Master Rong sent several people to urge him—" What's more, Rong Yan himself made two or three phone calls. But no one dared to wake Miss Yan, so they could only pace anxiously outside the door.

Gu Yan raised an eyebrow, stretched out her arms and legs, and plopped back onto the soft bed, looking lazy and comfortable. "Then tell Young Master Rong that I'm still sleepy."

Mingzhu

Liang Feifan leaned back on the sofa, holding a wine glass, his fingers lightly tapping the rim of the glass—a habitual gesture when he was impatient. Rong Yan leaned in obsequiously, "Boss, I've already asked someone to hurry up. They said they're coming soon. How about we warm things up with some games?"

Liang Feifan glanced at him, then kept his eyes slightly closed and remained silent. The soft light cast a shadow on his handsome face, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The brothers around him were all covered in cold sweat. At the anniversary celebration party of the "Fei" Entertainment Building, he was more than an hour late because of a woman. The bosses sitting there dumbfounded were probably laughing at him behind his back.

Rong Yan was secretly annoyed; Gu Yan was a woman whose birth chart clashed with his.

"Here she comes, Sister Yan!" Qin Song's voice, rising eight octaves, drew everyone's attention to Gu Yan, who had just walked in.

The waiter politely opened the door, and she walked in with an air of nonchalance. Her long hair was styled in a simple updo, and she wore no jewelry on her neck or hands. She wore a black, puffy princess dress, the thin, pure black tulle layered and flaring out, just reaching her knees, making her slender legs appear even more graceful. The dress, which should have exuded a sweet charm, wore her with an elegance that set her apart. She wasn't even wearing makeup, yet standing in the opulent hall, she possessed a captivating aura that made her stand out at first glance.

Liang Feifan stood up and walked towards Gu Yan, pulling her into his arms to shield her from the various gazes directed at her. He waved his hand and said, "Let's begin."

After a few rounds of drinks, Li Weiran smiled and brought over two glasses of wine. "Little Yanyan, I've kept your big brother waiting for ages today. You'll have to drink a penalty shot!"

Gu Yan nestled in Liang Feifan's arms and gave him a casual glance. "No."

"Hey—this is fruit wine."

Glancing at the malicious smiles of the people around her, Gu Yan understood immediately. They were standing up for their older brother. Did they think she wasn't giving them face? Didn't they realize that their overly energetic older brother had kept her up all night, and she'd only slept for a few hours before being rushed off again? Her legs were still sore, and she was the one complaining?

"I think your eldest brother would prefer to punish me in other ways, right?" She looked up at Liang Feifan with a sweet smile, her unpainted lips appearing even fuller and redder against her snow-white skin. "Isn't that right, Feifan?"

A light shone in Gu Yan's eyes, and Liang Feifan couldn't look away. He felt a slight dizziness, and the veins at the corners of his eyes throbbed. That feeling of being unable to control himself returned, and his sexy, thin lips pressed down, giving him a long, drawn-out kiss. The onlookers cheered loudly.

"Okay, I'm done with my punishment, it's your turn." Gu Yan stood up and picked up a large bottle of Imperial. "What did you call me just now?"

"Oh, Sister Yan..." Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, Li Weiran quickly turned around, "Big brother, you see, I spoke too quickly..."

A beautiful woman offered him a kiss, and Liang Feifan, feeling quite satisfied, raised his eyebrows, hugged Gu Yan, and smiled slightly without saying a word, clearly watching the show. Rong Yan and Chen Yubai, one on each side, supported the struggling Li Weiran. "Fifth brother, don't blame your brothers, let's go!" Li Weiran gulped down his wine while glaring at his group of disloyal brothers, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"How lively!" A melodious female voice rang out from outside the crowd. Li Weiran hurriedly broke free from her protectors and stumbled over, crying out, "Sister Mingzhu, help!"

Gu Mingzhu, dressed in a pink floor-length dress, with exquisite makeup that made her look stunningly beautiful, said, "Wei Ran, it's you again? You know the saying 'the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.' Look how well-behaved Rong Er and Chen San are; they never cause trouble."

"Sister." Gu Yan stood up respectfully and greeted her with a serious expression.

Gu Mingzhu nodded slightly to indicate that she had heard, and sat down next to Liang Feifan, "President Liang, congratulations."

Liang Feifan frowned slightly at the sudden emptiness in his arms, but smiled politely, "Thank you for the honor."

"Let's find a quiet place to talk."

We chatted for over two hours.

Gu Yan leaned against the window watching the fireworks display. Should she tell her sister later that she wanted to go home to see their father? Her sister was so busy, but without her taking her home, their father... probably wouldn't see her.

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Nan tapped her head.

"Are you thinking about whether or not to go to work tomorrow, Ms. Ji?" she asked with a charming smile.

"Fine, never mind."

Gu Yan works at Ji Nan's foreign trade company, sometimes working a regular 9-to-5 job, but taking several weeks off when she feels like it. Gossip circulates in the company that she's Ji Nan's mistress, so Gu Yan installs cameras in various corners of the office. When she's in a bad mood, she hires a couple of gossipers to harass her, creating a climate of fear throughout the company. Ji Nan's financial statements are becoming increasingly dismal due to frequent staff turnover. Rong Er and a few others frequently come to watch the drama unfold, and Ji Nan has pleaded with her several times, offering her the CEO position and funding to start a new company, but Miss Gu simply refuses to leave.

"Siji, I miss my dad."

Ji Nan sighed softly, "Just think about it, don't go back. It's better to cherish the memory than to meet again."

Gu Yan pursed her lips, speechless with sadness.

return

On the way there, Gu Yan looked tired, leaning against Liang Feifan in the back seat, not saying a word. Liang Feifan picked her up and placed her on his lap, kissed her hair, and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

Gu Yan remained silent, snuggling against him for a while before lazily answering, "What did my sister say to you?"

Liang Feifan's face darkened, and he sneered, "Gu Mingzhu said that Fang Yicheng is back."

In fact, Liang Feifan learned about this almost as soon as Fang Yicheng's transfer order came down, and he had been wondering how she would react these past few days. But Gu Yan didn't seem as surprised, excited, or uneasy as he had imagined. She just gave a faint "hmm" and looked out the car window without saying anything more.

He gently massaged her small hand, saying, "Although it's a lateral transfer, City C is the birthplace of the Fang family. If he comes back, he'll definitely be shouldering the responsibility. For someone his age to reach this position is indeed quite impressive." In terms of ability, Fang Yicheng was one of the very few people Liang Feifan greatly admired. Back when he was still working for the Gu family under Gu Boyun, Liang Feifan often sought him out to spar in karate. One was exceptionally talented and from a renowned family, while the other had rich practical experience; the two always fought to a draw, which was truly a rare feat for Liang Feifan.

Gu Yan had no interest in these official matters, so he gave a perfunctory reply and turned back to look at the night outside the window. Liang Feifan was silent for a while, "He's a new official, and his visit to Gu Mingzhu is just a routine one. He'll probably come to the Liang family soon too. Gu Mingzhu said he asked about you."

Gu Yan frowned, but her tone remained indifferent. "Oh."

"He's been back for a while now, hasn't he contacted you?" he asked casually, as if it were nothing. She hadn't changed her number in all these years; if Fang Yicheng wanted to find her, he wouldn't need to go through Gu Mingzhu.

"No." Gu Yan replied in the same tone, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

It felt like every punch landed on cotton. Liang Feifan was somewhat discouraged, letting out a barely audible sigh as he pulled her closer. Gu Yan's eyes were slightly closed, her thick eyelashes obscuring the expression within. That name swirled in her mind like a curse. She drifted into a daze, the sweet, clear voice of her younger self echoing in her ears, "Fang Yicheng! You big idiot!" "Fang Yicheng..."

That night, Liang Feifan was exceptionally gentle. His extremely delicate and prolonged foreplay teased her, making her moan and beg him like a kitten. Her adorable pink trembling body satisfied him. He coaxed her softly, then thrust into her body. His movements were not as fierce as usual; he slowly and leisurely entered and exited, tormenting and filling her. He kissed the person beneath him repeatedly, kissing her every inch of her body, meticulously marking his mark. The woman lying beneath him was his, Liang Feifan's woman.

"Yan'er, Yan'er..." He held her, trembling with pleasure, calling her name again and again. Gu Yan responded with soft moans. His sudden tenderness intoxicated her, and even without any skill, his thrusts brought her to a state of blurred vision time and time again, until she finally drifted off to sleep to his murmurs. Liang Feifan chuckled. She passed out so easily? Looks like she needs more practice. He kissed her sleeping face, quickening his pace, and finished hastily.

start

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight.

The man, who was diligently doing his morning exercise, kissed me passionately. "Awake? Then... shall we make up for yesterday's?"

Her body, still weak from his forceful thrusts, was limp from just waking up. He lifted her up face to face, and his surging member entered her with a series of suggestive sounds. Her body, which was especially sensitive in the morning, instantly reached its peak.

"Mmm..." Gu Yan groaned softly, nestled against his shoulder.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table started ringing with Xiao Li's signature ringtone, playing it again and again relentlessly.

Liang Feifan was secretly annoyed. Last night, she fainted before he even officially started, and he had let her go out of pity. He was just planning to treat himself to a good meal this morning, but this damn phone and that damn woman had to cause all this trouble!

"Oh... Feifan... no more... get out..." she cried out coquettishly, but he persisted in going in and out relentlessly.

"Liang Feifan! Ah..." He got even more excited, holding onto her tightly and refusing to let go.

Gu Yan finally got annoyed. Taking advantage of his closed eyes and blissful state, she pinched the ticklish spot on his waist and lifted him off the bed. She then answered the phone and went to the bathroom.

Chen Yubai was taken down for the twelfth time.

Liang Feifan was only slightly out of breath. "Again."

Ji Nan looked at it for a long time, then stroked his chin and commented: "Unsatisfied desires meet with excessive indulgence."

Rong Yan, who arrived last, patted Qin Song and quietly asked him, "What did the third brother do to the eldest? He got beaten up so badly."

"Beauty is a curse, and besides, Third Brother has ruined two. The pet dog ruined the eldest brother's good time, and the eldest brother was so frustrated that he took it out on him."

Chen Yubai glared at him, baring his teeth. Qin Song wisely shut his mouth and stepped forward to help him up, trying to appease him. Suddenly, only Li Weiran remained, gesturing excitedly.

"Bro, that left hook of yours was beautiful."

"Come here, I'll teach you."

"No, no, no... Hey, ah... Brother, please stop... Ah, help me... Second brother, save me... Fourth brother, sixth brother..." Li Weiran struggled to hold on and cried out for help.

Rong Yan and Ji Nan each dragged Chen Yubai by one foot and scurried downstairs. What a joke! With their brother's skills, even if all of them were tied together, they would only manage a draw. Qin Song was crouching at the bottom of the stairs. "Fifth Brother, I'll go find you a first-aid kit. I'll wait for you downstairs. You can climb down yourself."

Xiao Li dragged Gu Yan to visit one pub after another.

"Xiao Li..." Gu Yan snatched the wine glass from her hand, "Don't drink so hard, what's wrong?"

Xiao Li's eyes reddened. "Chen Yubai is a pig's head!" She choked up, unable to speak, and poured herself another glass with trembling hands. "Gu Yan, I don't want him anymore!"

Gu Yan smiled heartlessly, "Do you think you have a choice?"

"Even you say that..." Xiao Li sniffled, feeling terrible. He was clearly the one who was wrong, but she just couldn't argue with him. They'd been arguing for days, and she still hadn't gotten anywhere. Chen Yubai always managed to make her feel like she was the one being unreasonable.

As darkness fell and more and more people gathered, Gu Yan kept brushing off the various men who tried to chat her up. In a moment of distraction, Xiao Li disappeared.

Gu Yan panicked. She had drunk quite a bit; she hoped nothing bad would happen. After searching the area downstairs without finding her, Gu Yan went upstairs and searched each private room. When she found Xiao Li, she was unconscious and pinned to the sofa in the corner of the room, her clothes scattered, and two men and several hands roaming over her body.

As Gu Yan went inside, she quickly typed a string of numbers on her phone, pushed through the crowd to protect Xiao Li, and immediately more than a dozen drunken men surrounded her menacingly.

"Don't move! Where do you guys go?" she asked calmly.

"Hehe, what you should be worried about is our situation..." A blond thug made a lewd gesture, laughing as he groped Gu Yan's chest. "We're just having trouble splitting up one girl, brothers, let's go!"