Chapter 126: Second Brother Is Going To Die!
That night, the hashtag #Three Gold Film Emperor Takes Five-Year-Old Child to Rummage Through Garbage Heap# quickly shot up the hot search list.
Feng Langqing had finally eaten the most normal meal he’d had in these past two days, but before he could take two bites, he received a call from Feng Congqian: “Feng Langqing! Who told you to take your younger sister to rummage through the garbage heap! You itching for a beating, huh?!”
Feng Langqing: “????”
He looked stunned: “Dad, how did you know??”
“It’s already all over the hot search.” Feng Congqian tapped his finger, saving the expression packs of Nan Yuanman that netizens had made these past two days, and said coldly: “If you can’t take care of a child, then don’t in the future. I’ve already sent someone with a private helicopter to come get you. Send Perfection back to me in a bit!”
With that, Feng Congqian decisively hung up the phone.
Feng Langqing hurriedly picked up his mobile phone to check the news online, and as soon as he opened it, there was a photo of him, filthy all over and especially disheveled, holding Nan Yuanman’s hand as they walked down from the garbage heap.
This photo was taken quite professionally, making him look like a beggar.
One look at this angle, and it was clearly taken by some paparazzo hiding who-knows-where!
Feng Langqing’s vision went black, damn it, he hated paparazzi!!
Soon, the sound of a helicopter buzzing rang out over the Hundred Fox Village playground, and the villagers curiously watched from afar, Not daring to go up and watch..
Two people stepped down from the helicopter. The leader was dressed in black, with an upright posture, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, black earrings on his ears, and quite outstanding looks.
The man following behind him had green buzz-cut hair, wore a black tank top, and had a green dragon tattoo, looking quite fierce and menacing.
Feng Xingchi had a clear goal and headed straight for Feng Langqing and Nan Yuanman’s lodging in Hundred Fox Village.
He stood at the doorway, his thin lips curving into a nice arc, and casually knocked on the door: “Feng Langqing, open up.”
There was silence inside the door for a moment, then suddenly the ticking ticking of footsteps sounded, and a few seconds later, the door opened.
Nan Yuanman, grabbing the door handle, stared wide-eyed at the young man standing at the courtyard entrance.
Feng Xingchi looked down from above, his gaze falling on the little girl before him with fair skin, two little pigtails, wearing a pink children’s qipao, carved like pink jade, and his brow arched slightly.
This was his younger sister he’d never met before?
Nan Yuanman stared at Feng Xingchi for a while, her gaze slowly shifting to his head and shoulders, her little brows slowly furrowing.
Nan Yuanman asked in surprise and curiosity, “Are you my Second Brother?”
She remembered that big brother had told her that there were a total of six brothers in the family, but she had only seen big brother and third brother, and hadn’t met the other brothers yet.
Unexpectedly, she would meet her nominal Second Brother so suddenly here.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Feng Langqing’s ticking ticking footsteps in slippers sounded behind her. When she saw Feng Xingchi, her vision went black: “Second Brother! How could it be you?!”
Feng Xingchi stood up with a smile: “Father was afraid you would renege and wouldn’t take Nan Yuanman back, so he sent me to pick her up personally.”
Feng Langqing: “……” As expected of his old man; he could even guess his little thoughts clearly.
Feng Langqing planned to make a final struggle. He held Nan Yuanman’s hand: “But whether to go back or not should also depend on Yuanman’s own wishes, right? Yuanman, do you want to go back? Are you not staying to record the program and go on TV with Third Brother?”
Feng Langqing was particularly shameless as he pretended to be pitiful to the little dumpling, his eyes brimming with tears: “Third brother can’t live without you, Yuanman.”
Nan Yuanman looked at this one, then that one, hesitating under Feng Langqing’s expectant gaze before pointing at Feng Xingchi and saying: “Third brother, I’ll go back with Second Brother first.”
Feng Langqing felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue; he was truly heartbroken this time: “Why? Don’t you like Third Brother anymore?”
“I like it! Perfection likes Third Brother the most!” The little dumpling said hurriedly: “But, but…”
She pursed her lips: “If Perfection doesn’t go back with Second Brother, Second Brother will die.”
One of the three flames on his body has gone out! If another one goes out, his luck will drop to the lowest!
By that time, even yawning would get choked by the wind!
Feng Xingchi, who had not yet witnessed Nan Yuanman’s strange abilities, had his mouth stiffen: “……If you don’t want to go back, then don’t go back. There’s no need to curse your big brother like that.”
Although he usually stays up all night, pulls all-nighters, and eats junk food, he still really wants to live.
Feng Langqing, who had witnessed Nan Yuanman’s unfathomable ghostly skills, immediately knew she wasn’t cursing Feng Xingchi. He instantly stopped the fake crying with his hand over his face and asked seriously, “Perfection, why do you say he’s about to die?”
“The flame on his shoulder is out! The other flames are also very weak. If one more goes out, he will become very unlucky very unlucky. He could choke to death on the wind from yawning!” Nan Yuanman pointed at Feng Xingchi’s left shoulder and said in a childish voice.
The young man standing behind Feng Xingchi twitched the corner of his mouth, inwardly muttering to himself, how do Brother Xing’s family usually teach their child? How did they end up raising a little brat who believes in feudal superstition.
Feng Xingchi also twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at Feng Langqing with an indescribable expression: “Feng Langqing, what kind of stuff have you been showing her usually!”
Feng Langqing clicked his tongue: “Second Brother, I usually haven’t shown her anything. Our family’s Nan Yuanman has exceptional talent, a natural Heavenly Master! What she says is all true!”
“Second Brother, have you been tomb raiding these past two days? What morally bankrupt thing did you do that caused one of the three flames on you to go out?”
Nan Yuanman also curiously looked toward Feng Xingchi. She was also very curious about exactly what extremely heavy yin energy place he had gone to that could extinguish a flame.
Stared at by this pair of clear and pure eyes, Feng Xingchi couldn’t help but think: no tomb robbing, morally bankrupt things… does chasing down his own old granny count as morally bankrupt?
This thought flashed through his mind, and Feng Xingchi couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation. He speechlessly rubbed his forehead; he had almost actually believed these two’s nonsense.
“……I didn’t do anything, alright, stop talking nonsense. I’m taking this little brat away first.” Feng Xingchi bent down and picked Nan Yuanman up from the ground in one go, saying irritably to Feng Langqing: “You’d better handle those things online cleanly, or if Father has to handle it personally……”
Feng Langqing thought of Feng Congqian’s brutal methods and couldn’t help but shudder: “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it well.”
Feng Xingchi hummed in acknowledgment, holding Nan Yuanman as he left without looking back.
Nan Yuanman didn’t make a fuss either. She twisted her little buttocks and found a comfortable position to sit in his arms.
Feng Xingchi lowered his gaze and glanced at the little dumpling sitting on his arm, chuckling softly. This little brat sure knew how to pick a spot.
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At the same time, Jiang family old house.
The Jiang family old house was located in a developed new village in S City. The village was filled with big Western-style houses, and the Jiang family old house occupied the largest homestead. They not only had a big Western-style house but also built their own Jiang family ancestral hall.
Ever since Nan Yuanman was taken away by the Feng family, Jiang Tianzong would come to the Jiang family old house and stay for a couple of days from time to time.
When Jiang Tianzong arrived at the Jiang family old house again, he saw that the room specially reserved for that person in the old house had been opened a crack.
A hint of joy immediately appeared on Jiang Tianzong’s face. He quickly stepped forward and stood at the doorway, gently knocking on the door without daring to push it open directly. With a respectful expression, he said, “Master, have you returned from your travels?”
A hoarse, elderly voice came from inside the room: “Jiang Tianzong, I know what you seek.”
From the half-open crack, an elderly hand covered in black runes, withered like a decayed tree branch, reached out. It held a blood-red weird small box: “Have her take what’s inside this box.”
