Chapter 140: There’s A Ghost, And You’ll Soon Become That Dead Ghost
Nan Yuanman hadn’t reacted yet when the tightly closed hospital room door was opened from outside by someone, and many uncles and aunts came rushing in: “Patriarch! Where do you feel unwell? Quick! Quick, prepare the oxygen machine!”
“I’m fine, check on my daughter, she’s injured and bleeding!” Feng Congqian carefully held Nan Yuanman’s little chubby hand, staring at the slowly emerging blood bead like facing a formidable enemy.
Su Zerun, who had rushed in: “……”
The other doctors and nurses of the Feng family medical team: “……”
Their gazes slowly fell on that white and tender little hand, on that small blood bead, and they were speechless for a moment.
It really was quite a big wound.
If they had come a bit later, this wound… would have healed!
Su Zerun was speechless, he hesitated to speak, looking at Feng Congqian’s tense appearance, yet he couldn’t say a single sarcastic remark, and powerlessly directed people to bandage it: “Go, bandage the little miss.”
Nan Yuanman felt a bit embarrassed, her steamed bun face red: “I’m fine, I was just pricked by a small thorn, I often got pricked when making coffins before!”
“No, even a small wound is a wound, what if it gets infected? It needs disinfecting and a tetanus shot.” Feng Congqian said with a serious face.
Nan Yuanman: “!!!”
She was stunned for a few seconds, then turned and ran: “Perfection doesn’t want a shot aaaaah——!!”
The chaotic evening passed, and Nan Yuanman still couldn’t escape the fate of getting a shot, her little buttocks got pricked with a needle.
She puffed up her cheeks and pouted her little buttocks while lying on the sofa, deciding not to pay attention to Feng Congqian for the whole evening.
Feng Congqian stood by the sofa, looking at this puffed-up little dumpling like a dolphin, touched his nose, and held various cute little cookies sent by the assistant to coax her: “Perfection, want some cookies? They’re very tasty.”
“No! Hmph!” Nan Yuanman huffed loudly, turned her little face away, ignoring this bad person who got her the shot.
“Then I’ll put the cookies on the tea table, eat them whenever you want.” Feng Congqian lightly coughed, placed the cookies on the tea table one by one, then said: “Go to sleep early, tomorrow I’ll go with you to Batang Village to get the rest of your grandpa’s things.”
“Tonight… you can also let out Old Master Nan and Xiao Cao, I’ll close the door properly and won’t come out to disturb them.”
Nan Yuanman ignored him.
Feng Congqian touched his nose, he knew he was making a fuss over nothing, but he was really afraid there might be other bacteria on that basket, causing Perfection to get tetanus from a small wound, so he was just… a little cautious.
Unexpectedly, after the little girl got a shot, she got angry at him.
Feng Congqian didn’t dare to upset her anymore, prepared all the snacks and such, then went back to his own room.
He sat on the bed with ears perked listening to the movements outside, took out his mobile phone, flipped through the people in his private WeChat, hesitated for a few seconds, and opened Meng Qingwan’s WeChat.
Meng Qingwan was so good at winning over kids, she surely knew how to coax a child, right?
Feng: [Miss Meng, excuse me, how to coax a five-year-old little girl who’s angry?]
Meng Qingwan replied instantly: [?]
Meng Qingwan: [WeChat hacked?]
Feng: [No, it’s me.]
Meng Qingwan, who was abroad, almost spit out the wine in her mouth, stared wide-eyed repeatedly at the WeChat chat on her mobile phone: “Am I drunk?”
Otherwise, how could she see Feng Congqian, who had been in a vegetative state for three years, messaging her, and even proactively asking how to coax a five-year-old child?!
Meng Qingwan’s whereabouts abroad were erratic, and when she went overseas, she specifically instructed Feng Yuli and the others not to disturb her enjoying life unless it was a matter of life and death.
Therefore, Feng Yuli and the others hadn’t had time to tell her the news that Feng Congqian had awakened.
As for Nan Yuanman…
Feng Yuli and the others unanimously thought it was better for Feng Congqian to tell her personally, so they hadn’t mentioned anything about Perfection in advance.
As a result, Meng Qingwan receiving a message from Feng Congqian now was about the same as seeing a ghost.
Meng Qingwan stopped drinking, stopped touching the male model, hurriedly returned to the hotel, and directly video called Feng Congqian.
As soon as the video call connected, Meng Qingwan looked at the man on the screen, still as handsome and noble as when young, and fell silent: “…You’re really yourself? Not AI generated?”
“No.” Feng Congqian’s expression was cold and distant: “It’s a long story, anyway, because of my daughter, I was able to awaken.”
Meng Qingwan: “???”
“Wait, hold on! What did you say? Daughter?!” Meng Qingwan’s mind exploded: “Where did you get a daughter? From a dream?”
Feng Congqian didn’t expect Feng Yuli hadn’t told Meng Qingwan about Nan Yuanman, he was slightly stunned, then said with a serious expression: “It’s like this, I have a daughter…”
He concisely explained the mistaken one night with Bai Wenyin and Nan Yuanman’s existence to Meng Qingwan, his handsome face slightly troubled: “But she’s angry at me now, I think Miss Meng, having adopted so many children, should know better than me how to coax kids, so I boldly ask you.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be for nothing, I’ll give you satisfactory reward.”
Meng Qingwan: “……”
Meng Qingwan dazedly hung up the call.
Hadn’t she just been out of the country for less than three months? How was the domestic situation like thirty years had passed? No, she had to return to the country! She had to go back!
Those little rascals actually didn’t give her any hints! She was going back to kill them!
Feng Congqian looked at the suddenly disconnected video, somewhat silent, just about to ask other old friends with kids when Meng Qingwan’s message came: [Five-year-olds are easy to coax, take her to an amusement park for a round and it’ll be fine.]
Feng Congqian stared at the words “amusement park”, his eyes lighting up slightly.
In the living room, Nan Yuanman, pouting her buttocks, secretly peeked at the tightly closed room door, then at the colorful, childlike snacks on the tea table, blinking her eyes.
This father… he’s not that bad.
She struggled with hey-hey-ho to climb up, and let out Xiao Hong, Xiao Cao, Zhuang Zhuang, and Old Master Nan.
As soon as Old Master Nan came out, he smelled the disinfectant on Nan Yuanman, expressionlessly reached his hand through her armpits, lifted her up entirely, and brought her close to inspect her up and down.
Nan Yuanman patted his hand: “Perfection is fine, just the hand got pricked, it’s already medicated.”
“Grandpa quickly put me down, let’s eat cookies together, they’re super tasty!”
Old Master Nan confirmed she wasn’t injured or ill, then gently placed her on the sofa.
Nan Yuanman pulled him to sit with her on the carpet, taking cookies from the tea table to share with him.
Old Master Nan had almost no chewing ability, crumbs fell with every bite of cookie, but Nan Yuanman didn’t mind, picking them up after he finished eating and putting them in the trash can.
Zhuang Zhuang and Xiao Cao also got their share of cookies, sitting on the tea table slowly eating, the atmosphere especially harmonious and warm.
Nan Yuanman took a bite of cookie, then remembered the basket of gifts stuffed into Xiao Hong’s coffin today, and hurriedly asked her: “Xiao Hong Xiao Hong, was there anything weird about that basket of gifts?”
Xiao Hong, sunning by the window, lazily shook the coffin body.
“No weird places, was I overthinking?” Nan Yuanman scratched her head, soon threw the matter to the back of her mind, whatever, even if there was a problem, Xiao Hong ate it, it couldn’t harm her.
The atmosphere here with Nan Yuanman was warm.
On the other side, Jiang Beishu finally carried the red coffin home with the driver, and Jiang Father and Jiang Mother, who had been waiting at home, took sticks and gave him a mixed doubles beating!
Jiang Beishu cried out in pain from the beating: “Dad! Mom! Stop hitting! Listen to me! This coffin isn’t for you! It’s for someone else!”
“Someone else? In this house, your grandpa, grandma, maternal grandfather, maternal grandmother are all dead! Only your dad and I are left! You still give it to others! Is there a ghost in our house?” Jiang Mother was furious.
This brat, asking all sorts of weird questions during the day was one thing, but at night he even carried a big coffin home! Her old sisters all called asking if she was about to kick the bucket!
“Yes!” Jiang Beishu grimaced holding his buttocks: “Our house really has a ghost!”
Jiang Father sneered: “Yes, there’s a ghost, and you’re about to become that dead ghost!”
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the coffin lid placed in the living room by Jiang Beishu suddenly flipped open with a slap!
Jiang Father: “!!!”
Jiang Mother: “!!!”
The two:
