BTTH: Many children bring more blessings, I will build strongest clan

**Chapter 15: Brother Chenfeng, Is Your Sister Beautiful?**

Chen Feng had a restful sleep. By the time he woke, night had fallen.

"Brother Chenfeng, come with me," Ya Fei called.

Chen Feng followed her to a manor situated behind the Mittel Auction House, which served as Ya Fei's personal residence.

She walked ahead, and Chen Feng trailed behind, unable to take his eyes off her.

Ya Fei moved with effortless grace, her slender waist swaying slightly, exuding an aura of allure with each step. Her perfect curves left Chen Feng feeling restless.

"What a witch," Chen Feng muttered inwardly, his thoughts straying.

After nearly a week in Wutan City without indulgence, his activated dragon-elephant body heightened his natural urges. Now, watching the captivating figure before him, he found himself struggling to maintain control.

"Brother Chenfeng, what are you staring at? Hurry up!" Ya Fei called over her shoulder, a playful smile lighting up her delicate features.

"Coming!" Chen Feng snapped back to reality and quickened his pace.

Moments later, they arrived at Ya Fei's boudoir.

As soon as he stepped inside, Chen Feng was enveloped by a familiar, intoxicating fragrance—Ya Fei's unique scent.

The room itself was a sea of red: red carpets, red gauze curtains, a red bed, and even a red quilt. A red bellyband hung casually near the bed, completing the striking scene.

"She really loves red," Chen Feng thought, his gaze sweeping across the decor. The room resembled a bridal chamber, its atmosphere almost too perfect.

'Should I just skip to the bridal chamber later?'

"Brother Chenfeng, please have a seat," Ya Fei said, gesturing toward the table in the center of the room.

A feast of delicacies and fine wine awaited him. Without hesitation, Chen Feng sat down.

"Brother Chenfeng, this is a special spread I ordered from Yingfeng Tower just for you. I hope it's to your liking," Ya Fei said as she gracefully poured him a glass of wine.

The aroma of the wine filled the room, rich and inviting.

Chen Feng raised the glass, drained it in one gulp, and exclaimed, "Excellent wine!"

Seeing his satisfaction, Ya Fei's eyes sparkled with joy. She casually brushed back a strand of her black hair and asked, "Brother Chenfeng, how long do you plan to stay in Wutan City this time?"

"About a week," Chen Feng replied bluntly.

In truth, he had calculated his timeline carefully. Within this week, he planned to break off the engagement and win Ya Fei over—ideally ensuring she was pregnant before he left.

"You've finally come here after so long, and now you're in such a hurry to leave? Can't you stay a bit longer and spend more time with your sister?" Ya Fei asked, a hint of disappointment creeping into her tone.

Chen Feng smiled helplessly. "The Yunlan Sect's inner sect competition is approaching. If I don't return on time, my teacher will likely reprimand me."

"Really?" Ya Fei raised an eyebrow, her voice turning teasing. "Or are you just eager to return to your beloved junior sister? I've heard your relationship with Nalan Yanran has been rather… close in recent years."

Despite her three-year absence from the imperial capital, Ya Fei's network of informants kept her well-informed.

Chen Feng hesitated, feeling a wave of embarrassment.

'So she already knows about Nalan Yanran? But how much does she know?'

Seeing Chen Feng's reaction, Ya Fei's heart ached. 'So it's true. He's spending all his time with her now…'

'Humph! I was here first!'

Determined not to lose, Ya Fei resolved to reclaim her childhood sweetheart.

"Enough talk," she said, pouring another glass of wine for Chen Feng. "Let's drink and enjoy ourselves tonight."

Chen Feng took the opportunity to say, "Sister Ya Fei, let's toast together."

His plan was simple: get her drunk. Tonight, he intended to make his move.

"Of course," Ya Fei replied, raising her glass with a smile that was equal parts charming and mischievous.

As they drank, Chen Feng began to feel strange. After just two glasses, his body felt unusually hot, and his head spun slightly.

"Strange. Is the wine really this strong? When did my tolerance get so low?"

Opposite him, Ya Fei's cheeks had turned a delicate shade of pink. Reclining lazily in her chair, her graceful figure seemed even more enticing in the dim light.

Chen Feng's throat tightened. A powerful surge of desire swept through him, and he had to fight to maintain his composure.

"Brother Chenfeng, how about I dance for you?" Ya Fei suggested suddenly, her voice soft and inviting.

Chen Feng forced a smile. "I'd like that."

With a charming smile, Ya Fei stood and began to dance.

Her movements were mesmerizing. She swayed gracefully, her long sleeves fluttering like wings. Her red skirt swirled around her, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her snow-white legs.

Her beauty was breathtaking, and her dance exuded an ethereal elegance that left Chen Feng spellbound.

As she danced faster, her skirt billowed, and her jade-like hands wove intricate patterns in the air. Her peach-blossom eyes sparkled with allure, and her lips curled into a smile that seemed to beckon Chen Feng closer.

Before long, Ya Fei stopped in front of him, her soft body pressing gently against his. Looking into his eyes, she whispered, "Brother Chenfeng, is your sister beautiful?"

Her crimson lips were inches from his, her words filled with temptation.

(End of Chapter)