Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 89: Guyoung?

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Chapter 89: Guyoung?

Which meant he had to prove it.

But how?

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. "I’ll figure it out."

[Mhm. Do it before you lose your chance.]

Feng Yizhou didn’t respond. He finished his drink, set the glass aside, and pushed himself up. He wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. Not with these thoughts circling in his head.

Instead, he walked to the large window, looking out over the city. Somewhere down below, the world was still moving—people laughing, fighting, surviving. But up here, in the quiet of his apartment, the only thing that mattered was the woman sleeping behind that door.

And for the first time in his life, Feng Yizhou realized—

He wanted more than just her presence.

He wanted her. Completely.

It was a world that never truly stopped, and yet, in this moment, everything felt oddly quiet.

His thoughts, however, were anything but.Qingran.

She was sleeping just a few meters away, completely unaware of the war raging in his mind. He wanted to keep her close. Not just for a night. Not just for convenience. But because something in him had shifted.

Something irreversible and he couldn’t quite place his fingers on it. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

A sharp knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

Feng Yizhou turned, his eyes immediately darkening. He hadn’t been expecting visitors this late.

With a quiet sigh, he moved to open the door, revealing one of his subordinates standing stiffly in the hallway. The man bowed slightly before speaking in a low voice.

"Sir, there’s been movement in Guyoung. We’ve received intel that an external force is trying to interfere with the trade routes. The situation may escalate."

Feng Yizhou’s jaw tightened. "Do we know who’s behind it?"

"We have suspicions, but no confirmation yet. The local contacts are handling it for now, but they’re requesting your presence as soon as possible."

Of course they were.

His fingers flexed slightly, irritation curling at the edges of his patience. He had known this would happen eventually, but the timing was inconvenient. He didn’t want to leave tonight. Not when Qingran was finally within reach.

His eyes flickered toward the bedroom door for a brief moment before he exhaled sharply.

"...Prepare the jet."

The man nodded. "Understood. Departure in two hours?"

"Yes."

The subordinate bowed again and left without another word, leaving Feng Yizhou standing there with a mix of frustration and resolve.

He had no choice.

Guyoung wouldn’t wait, and neither would the people moving against him. But that didn’t mean he would leave Qingran unguarded.

Turning, he strode back into the apartment, stopping just outside the bedroom. For a second, he simply stood there, staring at the closed door.

Then, quietly, he pushed it open.

The room was dim, the only source of light coming from the city glow filtering through the curtains. Qingran was fast asleep, curled slightly on her side, her breathing deep and steady.

For someone who was always on guard, always prepared to fight—this was the only time she looked truly at peace.

Feng Yizhou leaned against the doorway, watching her for a moment longer.

Then, finally, he stepped forward.

Silently, he pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, making sure she was covered properly. His fingers brushed against the strands of hair that had fallen across her cheek, lingering there for just a second longer than necessary.

"...Sleep well," he murmured, even though she couldn’t hear him.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.

The sound of the door clicking shut barely registered in Qingran’s sleep-heavy mind. She stirred slightly, but exhaustion weighed her limbs down, dragging her deeper into unconsciousness.

By the time she finally opened her eyes, the sky outside had shifted into a muted gray, the first signs of dawn creeping past the city skyline. The room was quiet. Too quiet.

Something felt off.

Frowning, she pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The bed was warm, the lingering scent of clean linen and something faintly familiar—cologne, maybe—still clung to the air. But the space beside her was empty.

Her gaze flickered toward the door.

He was gone. Where had Feng Yizhou run off too?.

Qingran exhaled sharply, throwing the blanket off as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The apartment was too large, too quiet.

She didn’t need to search to know he had left, but she did it anyway, stepping out into the main living space.

Nothing, it was empty.

The only sign that Feng Yizhou had even been here was the half-empty glass of whiskey still sitting on the counter.

A familiar voice echoed in her mind.

[Host, he left in the middle of the night. I don’t think he wanted to wake you.]

Qingran’s eyes narrowed slightly. "...Where did he go?"

[Guyoung.]

Guyoung? What was he looking for in Guyoung?

She crossed her arms, staring at the untouched space as something unsettled curled in her stomach. She had known he had business to take care of, but she hadn’t expected him to leave without a word.

Not even a damn note.

[Host, he did leave something behind, though.]

Qingran blinked. "...What?"

Lingquan’s voice sounded vaguely amused. [Check the table.]

She turned sharply, her eyes landing on the small envelope resting near the whiskey glass.

Her steps were slow, measured, as she reached for it. The paper was smooth under her fingertips, thick and expensive. When she flipped it open, a single handwritten note fell into her palm.

[I’ll be back soon. Don’t run off.]

No signature. No unnecessary explanations. Just that.

Qingran scoffed. "Idiot."

[Host, that’s a very doting idiot.]

She ignored the system, folding the note and tucking it into her pocket.

"Fuck! This is the last day of the mission right?"

[Without a doubt.]

"Then add Feng Yizhou to the list, then also add Guo Wen from work. That leaves me with one person ....cant you suggest a person Lingquan??"

[Ding! Feng Yizhou has been added the save list..uwu your "MAN" Guo Wen has been added to the save list. Save list progress: 90%. One more person needed, as for your question, only you can add people to your save list, I can’t suggest.]