Chapter 141: Jiang Tianzong’s Delusions
“Ahhhh!!”
Jiang Father, Jiang Mother, and Jiang Beishu suddenly hugged each other tightly, scared into shrieking: “Ghost!!”
Jiang Father trembled as he pointed at the coffin board that had fallen to the ground, holding Jiang Mother tightly, trying hard to calm down, and asked Jiang Beishu in a quivering voice: “This, this, this, what exactly is going on?!”
How could the coffin board suddenly lift up?!
Jiang Beishu wanted to cry but had no tears: “I already told you all, there’s a ghost in the house, but you wouldn’t believe me!”
“This, this ghost was even summoned back by Grandpa!”
Without stopping for a moment, he rapidly explained to Jiang Father and Jiang Mother how his grandpa had helped him borrow lifespan from a ghost when he was ten years old.
Jiang Beishu let out a heavy sigh: “Now the agreed time has come, we didn’t fulfill the agreement, so that ghost who lent me lifespan has come knocking.”
After hearing his words, Jiang Father and Jiang Mother only felt a chill around them, the temperature dropping quite a bit.
Jiang Mother couldn’t help but shiver, suddenly realizing as she remembered the two phone calls he had made today: “So that’s why you called me today asking those strange questions.”
Jiang Beishu nodded vigorously, quickly stepping in front of the still dazed Jiang Father, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him hard: “Dad! Don’t zone out! Think quickly! Rack your brains, where did Grandpa keep his important belongings before he passed!”
“If we don’t fulfill the agreement soon! Then I, your dear son, am done for!!”
Jiang Father was shaken until his brains were about to spill out: “Stop shaking, stop shaking! I’ve put them all in the safe!”
“Then what are we waiting for! Son, come on! Mom will go with you to the safe to look!” Jiang Mother mustered her courage, grabbed Jiang Beishu’s hand, and carefully skirted around the coffin board on the ground, rushing upstairs.
The left-behind Jiang Father: “???”
He looked at that pitch-black coffin, as if in the next second a pale hand would reach out from inside and grab his neck; he shuddered and hurriedly chased after them: “You two, mother and son, wait for me!!”
After the three Jiang family members ran off, the coffin board on the ground moved, slowly floating up and covering the coffin again…
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The next day.
Because she was returning to Batang Village where she grew up, Nan Yuanman got a bit excited chatting with Old Master Nan the night before and went to bed a little late.
The little girl who usually went to bed early and woke up early was lazing in bed for the first time.
When Feng Congqian woke up and didn’t see the little girl up, he worriedly opened the door to the side room, and at a glance, he saw the little girl covered with a thin quilt, her little buttocks sticking up, her steamed bun face flushed red from sleep.
Feng Congqian approached lightly on tiptoe, touched her neck to check her temperature, and only after confirming it was normal did he softly call to her: “Yuanman, time to get up, we’re going to Batang Village today.”
Nan Yuanman only felt like there were many little bees buzzing by her ear; she unhappily pouted, lifted her little chubby hand and slapped at the little bees, mumbling: “Don’t bother me, let me sleep ten more minutes, just ten minutes…”
Feng Congqian, whose face had suddenly been smacked by a little chubby hand: “…”
He helplessly took Nan Yuanman’s hand in his, persistently bothering her.
It was already nine o’clock in the morning now; if they set off any later, they wouldn’t be able to go and return the same day.
Nan Yuanman was annoyed by him with no choice, hazily sitting up; her body was awake, but her soul wasn’t, sitting dazed on the bed.
Feng Congqian took her clothes, a bit clumsily helped her put them on, then carried her to the restroom to wash up.
When the warm towel covered her face, the out-of-body Nan Yuanman gradually came back to her senses.
She took the towel and boldly scrubbed a circle on her steamed bun face before handing it back to Feng Congqian.
After washing up, the two ate breakfast; Nan Yuanman grabbed her ever-present small shoulder bag, hopping down the stairs with Feng Congqian, setting off for Batang Village.
Jiang Tianzong had sent people to closely track Feng Congqian and Nan Yuanman’s traces, so when the two left Wanhe Hospital, he received the news.
Confirming that Feng Congqian and Nan Yuanman were only leaving temporarily and would return in the evening, Jiang Tianzong breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as they weren’t heading straight back to Shangjing, he still had a chance to get close to Nan Yuanman.
He pondered for a moment, then instructed his assistant: “Call Fifth Young Master and tell him he must come to Wanhe Hospital tonight to prepare for the Feng family’s press conference in two days.”
Assistant: “Yes.”
Jiang Tianzong’s gaze fell on the blood-colored small box he had casually placed on the bedside table, mixed in with the gifts, looking utterly unremarkable; his eyes darkened with a hint of wild ambition.
He didn’t know when Feng Congqian would take Nan Yuanman back to Shangjing, but he knew that once Nan Yuanman went to Shangjing with Feng Congqian, it would be hard for him to make a move on her.
Having Ge Peiyao bring Jiang Xinxin yesterday to apologize was just a test; Nan Yuanman accepting the cookies “made” by Jiang Xinxin could be seen as a friendly signal from her toward the Jiang family members.
This also meant that as long as they kept sending Nan Yuanman food, she would still accept it.
As long as she accepted it, it meant she would eat it, after all, she’s just a child—can’t resist seeing something tasty.
So, he had one more chance, and only that one unique chance…
Jiang Lixuan was also someone relatively close to Nan Yuanman in the Jiang family; as long as he personally delivered the item to her, she would definitely eat it, and at that time…
His Jiang family would have a chance to obtain Nan Yuanman’s good fortune and soar into the skies from then on!
By then, what would the Feng family be? His Jiang family would be the one and only wealthy family!
This beautiful fantasy brought a few smiles to Jiang Tianzong’s face; he couldn’t help feeling smug inside, picking up his mobile phone and “unobtrusively” spreading the news that the Feng family was holding a press conference and had specially invited their Jiang family…
Ge Peiyao couldn’t hold back either; as soon as she woke up in the morning, she eagerly held a tea party, revealing this matter to the ladies of S City, and when she received their envious or flattering gazes, she finally let out a big breath of relief.
She still remembered that at the last family reunion banquet, their Jiang family had caused a huge scandal, and this group of snobs hadn’t stopped gossiping about the Jiang family behind their backs during this time, even causing some setbacks to the family’s business.
Now, with the Feng family specially inviting their Jiang family to the press conference as a show of goodwill toward the Jiang family, it really let Ge Peiyao steal the spotlight.
Now, she wanted to see who would dare say anything bad about their Jiang family! Who would dare laugh at them!
Thanks to the boasting of the two, everyone in S City soon knew that the Feng family was about to hold a press conference in S City!
This also caused Feng Zining’s private phone and work phone to explode with calls as soon as he woke up.
Feng Zining: “…”
What earth-shattering thing had his outrageous old man done out there again!!
All the clamor in S City had nothing to do with Nan Yuanman and Feng Congqian; they had already returned to Batang Village.
Batang Village was just as it was when Nan Yuanman left—no changes; the scenery was still picturesque with clear mountains and waters, the village still peaceful, the roads still muddy.
From afar, Nan Yuanman could still hear Aunt Zheng’s vigorous scolding and Uncle Zheng’s pleading.
Returning to Batang Village was like a fish entering water for Nan Yuanman; she was thrilled the whole way, hopping along, occasionally sniffing flowers here, or pulling a foxtail grass to chew on, humming a tuneless little tune.
The person by her side would easily be infected by her joyful mood.
“We’re here!” Nan Yuanman saw the familiar rundown little yard, her eyes lighting up as she ran over with her short legs pattering, taking out the key to open the shaky wooden door.
Feng Congqian looked at the rundown little yard before him, his heart aching fiercely; although he had mentally prepared himself long ago for the environment where Nan Yuanman grew up, seeing it for real, his heart wasn’t as calm as he appeared on the surface.
The house in front of him was a brick-tile building that looked quite old; the yard was large but very rundown, with scattered wood shavings on the ground and a half-finished coffin in the corner that Old Master Nan hadn’t completed.
Feng Congqian knew Old Master Nan had done his utmost to give Nan Yuanman a good life, but…
Feng Congqian’s throat felt sour; he closed his eyes—it was his fault, his failure to learn of Yuanman’s existence in time, letting her suffer for so many years.
Nan Yuanman didn’t notice Feng Congqian’s intensely fluctuating emotions; she stood with hands on hips, looking at the familiar surroundings, fully relaxing.
Grandpa was right: a golden nest or silver nest is not as good as one’s own dog kennel.
Once she cured Grandpa, she definitely had to bring him back here to live! Continue running the family coffin shop!
Nan Yuanman thought happily, turning to Feng Congqian: “You wait here, don’t wander off, okay? I’m going in to collect the coffins Grandpa made.”
Feng Congqian subconsciously said: “Do you need my help?”
“No need, I have Xiao Hong.” Nan Yuanman waved her hand, turned and pattered toward the backyard.
The backyard had a warehouse where Grandpa put all the finished coffins; she was going to collect them all!
Feng Congqian didn’t dare follow on his own, just standing stiffly in the yard waiting; a minute later, Yuanman still hadn’t come out, but a female voice came from behind him: “Who are you?! What do you think you’re doing breaking into someone else’s yard?!”
