Chapter 439 Convinced

“Ahhh!”

The moment Chen Fei woke up, a sharp, ear-piercing shriek blasted in his ear.

Before he could even react, a gust of wind swept across his face.

Luckily, his body moved faster than his mind. Instinctively, he grabbed the incoming hand and looked over coldly.

Ji Wugou’s face was a mix of fury and embarrassment, her eyes blazing as she glared at him, her expression betraying a hint of shame.

Almost involuntarily, Chen Fei’s gaze dropped downward.

“Close your eyes, you pervert! Don’t you dare look!” Ji Wugou shrieked in fury and humiliation, using her free hand to cover her chest. Unfortunately, only one hand was free, as the other was still caught in Chen Fei’s grip.

Not that there was much to cover—there wasn’t much there to begin with.

Chen Fei only gave a light snort in reply.

“Pfft.”

Ji Wugou’s brain instantly went blank from rage.

In truth, she was beyond confused. Life had been hard lately.

Back in the Ji clan, she’d been pampered—served and fed without lifting a finger, always perfumed and well-dressed.

Now?

Chen Fei completely ignored her, and her own Qi was continuously being drained with no signs of recovery. She had no choice but to take matters into her own hands. Last night, while Chen Fei was asleep, she snuck in a proper bath and even changed into just her underclothes—finally hoping for a peaceful night’s sleep away from him.

Who would have thought that she’d wake up clinging tightly to Chen Fei in his bed?

With only a thin undergarment, everything—everything—had been seen.

And worst of all, Chen Fei had glanced at her body with such blatant disdain!

Humiliated, helpless, utterly wronged…

Teeth clenched, Ji Wugou’s nose turned sour, and then—she burst into tears.

Chen Fei immediately felt a headache coming on.

Was this really the proud, dignified daughter of the Ji family? Why did she cry so much?

“Okay, okay, stop crying already! Just pretend I didn’t see anything, alright?” Chen Fei muttered helplessly.

To his surprise, Ji Wugou cried even louder.

What the hell did he mean by pretend not to see?! That was even more humiliating!

Chen Fei was speechless.

“Look clearly—this is my room.”

He pointed to the surroundings.

Ji Wugou hurriedly glanced around and confirmed it was, indeed, not her own room. Her face turned a deeper shade of red as she yanked the blanket around her and curled up, sniffling softly.

Chen Fei didn’t dare try to comfort her again.

Still, her sudden appearance in his bed gave him a decent guess.

This had to be the work of the Heaven Silkworm Gu.

He was a Dao Foundation realm cultivator—even if his Qi was depleted, how could he sleep like a dead man? Not noticing someone climbing into his bed? That would mean he was already dead.

Thinking back, every time he slept with Ji Wugou nearby, they ended up entangled. There was definitely something wrong with this situation.

Head throbbing, Chen Fei sighed and got out of bed.

Outside, dawn had just barely broken. But the sky was still gray, shrouded in snow and biting cold. Even at sunrise, it felt like twilight.

The wind cut like blades, and snowflakes whirled through the air. Chen Fei looked toward the gate.

Yan Fei and Zhang Chang were both standing outside, pale and listless—punished just like Xu Zhenping beside them.

Next to them were piles of construction materials.

Xu Zhenping had been standing there all night. It was far from pleasant. Without shelter, resisting the freezing wind of Zhenbei City with just one’s body was a brutal test of endurance.

But Xu Zhenping had no choice. He was sweating despite the cold.

After all, standing next to him were two generals.

The Zhenbei Army’s camp had been lit through the night. Who knew what they had been discussing. What mattered was that Yan Fei and Zhang Chang showed up at dawn with building supplies at the gate.

Chen Fei looked at them and said calmly,

“Gentlemen, begin.”

Without a word, Yan Fei and Zhang Chang started clearing the broken structures in the courtyard—the damage they had caused themselves. Having them clean it up was only fair.

They were brawny, seasoned warriors. Demolition was fine. Construction? Not so much.

Thankfully, the Zhenbei Army had anticipated this. They sent two supervisors to instruct them.

Talk only—no hands-on help.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was strange and silent. Only the clattering of construction materials could be heard.

Meanwhile, Chen Fei leisurely brewed tea in the courtyard, sipping with great interest.

Perhaps still embarrassed from the morning, Ji Wugou remained in her room all day. She had tiptoed back at dawn, wrapped in her blanket, and hadn’t appeared since.

Chen Fei was more than happy with the peace. After all, a crying woman was too much to deal with—and it’s not like he could just kill her to shut her up.

Yan Fei and Zhang Chang worked like mute gourd dolls, not saying a word. Their silence made the two overseers sweat nervously.

“You said something different just now!” Yan Fei finally snapped, eyes glaring at one of the supervisors.

The man hurriedly wiped his forehead.

“G-General Yan, this is the right spot—but you… you placed it backward…”

In the past, Yan Fei might’ve slapped the guy into next week. But now? He could only take a deep breath, shoot the overseer a cold glance, and get back to work.

Chen Fei chuckled lightly and went back to sipping his tea.

It was nearly dusk by the time the repairs were finally complete.

“Well done,” Chen Fei said blandly. “I won’t keep the two generals for dinner. Also—have that guy at the gate removed. I don’t like people standing guard outside my home.”

Yan Fei and Zhang Chang had no temper left.

Rough men as they were, they accepted defeat. Since they’d lost, they’d honor the outcome.

They both gave Chen Fei a respectful bow and left.

Xu Zhenping also withdrew. At this point, the Zhenbei Army seemed to have developed a healthy fear of Chen Fei—his words were now taken seriously and carried out without question.

Once the army retreated, the area outside quickly grew lively.

It was clear many had come to gather information.

Chen Fei ignored them. As long as they didn’t cross the line, he had no interest in dealing with them.

After what happened to Yan Fei and Zhang Chang, no one else dared push their luck. The army had pulled back, but that didn’t mean Chen Fei would show mercy if provoked.

He showed mercy for the army’s sake—not for theirs.

Later, Chen Fei prepared a hot pot for dinner.

This was the perfect meal for snowy weather—steaming spirit beast meat, rich broth, the warmth spreading through one’s chest.

“Dinner’s ready. Want to eat?” he called toward the guest room.

He wasn’t about to stoop to Ji Wugou’s level.

After a moment, the door creaked open. Ji Wugou walked out with a blank face and sat at the table.

Inside, she was still fuming with embarrassment.

It’s just a meal! What, does he think I’ve never eaten before?!