Chapter 169: No Need For You To Meddle
Nan Yuanman stared at him blankly. Feng Jingcheng frowned slightly, reached out to feel her forehead: “Why are you looking at Brother like this? Are you feeling uncomfortable again?”
“What’s wrong? Is little sister feverish again?” A young woman’s voice, gentle yet tinged with worry, rang out. Immediately after, Nan Yuanman was lifted from the child seat and held in a warm embrace.
Nan Yuanman instinctively looked up. When she saw the young woman holding her, she was completely stunned and subconsciously called out: “Mom?”
‘Bai Wenyin’ lowered her gaze worriedly and touched her forehead: “Mom is here. Come, let Mom check if you’re feverish again.”
“The temperature is normal, and there’s no fever. Where does Man Man feel uncomfortable? If you’re uncomfortable, don’t hold it in—tell Mom.”
‘Bai Wenyin’ gently rocked Nan Yuanman in her arms, soothingly patting her back, her voice exceptionally tender.
Nan Yuanman stared fixedly at the gentle and graceful ‘Bai Wenyin’ before her, just like in that family photo. Her vision blurred for a moment. Hearing her question, she subconsciously shook her head: “No, Yuanman isn’t uncomfortable.”
Nan Yuanman looked at her for a good while before carefully grabbing her clothes. With exceptional devotion, she pressed her little face against ‘Bai Wenyin’s chest, feeling the warmth from her embrace and the unique maternal fragrance emanating from her body. She thought dazedly.
So, Mom’s embrace feels like this.
Warm, gentle, inclusive, full of a sense of security for Man Man.
“Aiyo, so big already and still acting spoiled with Mom? Spoiled little ghost.” ‘Bai Wenyin’ chuckled softly, soothingly patted her back, and held her tightly, giving her plenty of sense of security.
Feng Jingcheng looked at Nan Yuanman with a face full of worry: “Mom, should we call Dad to come back and take little sister to the hospital again? Getting sick every few days like this isn’t okay.”
‘Bai Wenyin’ gently shook her head: “No need, your dad is busy. I’ll take Man Man later.”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital, my body is fine!” Nan Yuanman also protested. She pouted unhappily and complained: “Brother is so mean! Always wanting my butt to get poked with needles.”
Feng Jingcheng amusingly patted her little buttocks: “Little brat, who is Brother doing this for?”
Nan Yuanman made a face at him.
‘Bai Wenyin’ smiled as she watched the siblings bicker, helplessly sighing: “You two, both troublemakers who don’t let anyone worry.”
Feng Jingcheng gazed at her and Nan Yuanman, his vision blurring for an instant before quickly returning to normal. He smiled and listened to her nagging without retorting.
Soon, Nan Yuanman also saw her father ‘Feng Congqian’.
This father had all the traits little children loved: he would patiently play with them, stand up for Nan Yuanman and Feng Jingcheng when they were bullied, help them get even, and on business trips, he would specially pick out things they liked to bring back.
It could be said that, for a child, he was one of the top ten best fathers.
For his wife, he was also one of the top ten best husbands.
He had never quarreled with his wife, nor argued with his children.
Nan Yuanman had never felt maternal love since birth, and paternal love was still something she was getting used to. In this family with intact parents and a brother who doted on her, with an atmosphere nearly perfect and full of love, she, a five-year-old little brat, quickly fell completely.
In the mist, Nan Yuanman sat on the ground holding Xiao Hong, her little face flushed red, a happy and joyful smile hanging at the corners of her mouth.
Old Master Nan vigilantly guarded by her side, the fangs hidden in his mouth emerging as he bared his teeth and glared ahead.
Rustling sounds came from ahead. A gaunt figure wrapped entirely in a black robe slowly appeared. Behind him followed an evil ghost carrying a chainsaw stained with bloodstains, and Sun Jiajun with vacant eyes, a numb expression, just like a puppet.
Old Master Nan’s throat emitted a warning low growl.
“Hehe…” The black-robed man stopped, slightly lifted his head, revealing a chin painted with intricate runes, his voice hoarse: “No wonder Jiang Tianzong failed before. So she has a Purple Zombie following her.”
Purple Zombies are quite sensitive to corpse poison ghost gu. Jiang Tianzong is just an ordinary person, his methods of placing curses not very sophisticated—failure is normal.
“Perfect, I’m short one gu corpse. If you’re willing to submit to me, I can consider leaving you and that child with intact corpses.”
Old Master Nan snorted coldly. His retracted fingernails instantly lengthened. He stomped the ground and his body shot toward the black-robed man like a cannonball.
“Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit, Black Ghost, give him a lesson.” The black-robed man sneered disdainfully and gave the order.
The evil ghost standing behind him holding the chainsaw let out a sinister laugh, swiftly charging at Old Master Nan. One ghost and one zombie quickly clashed.
The black-robed man shifted his gaze from them to the little girl sitting on the ground, holding a small coffin, eyes closed, a smile at the corners of her mouth—the one Old Master Nan had been guarding. A cold snort overflowed from his nostrils.
He had thought this little girl had some great ability, foiling his good deeds one after another at the Jiang family. Now it seemed it wasn’t her being capable, but Jiang Tianzong being trash, unable to handle even one child, forcing him to come personally.
Look, a single illusionary binding soul array had made her completely lose the ability to resist.
However…
The black-robed man stared at Nan Yuanman, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes. This child’s body and destiny were excellent—perfect material for making a puppet.
The black-robed man took out a pitch-black dagger and slowly approached Nan Yuanman.
The entranced Nan Yuanman seemed to sense the approaching crisis, her brows tightly furrowing, her breathing gradually quickening.
In the illusionary realm.
Nan Yuanman sat on the sofa, eyes unblinking as she watched ‘Bai Wenyin’ busily preparing for her kindergarten. After a moment of silence, she turned to Feng Jingcheng, who sat silently beside her: “Sixth Brother, we should go.”
“If we don’t leave now, we won’t be able to.”
Feng Jingcheng seemed not to understand her words, smiling as he ruffled her hair: “Go? Is little Yuanman so eager to go to school?”
Nan Yuanman sighed, grabbed his hand with both of hers and pulled it down from her head. Her clear black-and-white eyes looked at him: “You should know what I mean, Sixth Brother. Don’t play dumb.”
Feng Jingcheng’s smile froze. He looked at Nan Yuanman for a while before awkwardly looking away: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I haven’t finished my work yet, I’m going to the study first.” Feng Jingcheng said, standing up to leave.
“The dead can’t come back to life, Sixth Brother. No matter how much you crave it, the people you want to see won’t return—not to mention… the dad and mom here aren’t your real dad and mom.”
Feng Jingcheng stood with his back to Nan Yuanman, his hands at his sides slowly clenching into fists, his body gradually trembling. He suddenly turned back, eyes bloodshot as he glared at her, grinding his teeth: “What do you know!”
“This is what I owe them! I’m willing to stay here! No need for you to meddle!”
