Chapter 176: Second Uncle Was Involved In What Happened Back Then
Feng Jingcheng’s expression froze, and he abruptly looked up toward the direction Nan Yuanman was gazing, but he could only see a hazy shadow.
His throat was dry, his mouth opened and closed, trembling without being able to say a word, but his eyes were fixed tightly on that hazy shadow, his eye sockets gradually turning red.
The female ghost blinked her eyes, covered her mouth with a shy smile: “Oh my, how did little Yuanman figure it out?”
Nan Yuanman: “Because you’ve always been by Sixth Brother’s side, and you protected him.”
Nan Yuanman stepped into the formation set by the bad person, and upon entering Feng Jingcheng’s illusionary realm, she saw that this female ghost had always been by his side, tirelessly calling out to Feng Jingcheng, trying to wake him from the illusionary realm.
It was also thanks to her that Nan Yuanman didn’t completely sink into the beautiful life depicted in the illusionary realm.
Moreover, after Feng Jingcheng was rescued, the female ghost had always stayed by his side, watching him with a face full of worry, and her features were very similar to Feng Jingcheng’s.
And over the past half month, Feng Congqian hadn’t skimped on explaining the family relationships to her, letting her know that apart from her, none of the six sons of the Feng family were his biological children.
Nan Yuanman naturally also knew that Feng Jingcheng’s parents had already passed away, and putting all these together, the female ghost’s identity wasn’t hard to guess.
She had wanted to tell Feng Jingcheng about this before going to sleep, but she was too sleepy, her mind full of nothing but sleeping, so she forgot…
The female ghost sighed, glanced at Feng Jingcheng who was staring intently at her with red eye sockets, and smiled as she introduced: “Then let’s formally get to know each other. My name is Yue Yaxin, and I should be your… um, great aunt?”
Nan Yuanman blinked her eyes, hugged the quilt obediently, and greeted: “Hello, great aunt.”
Feng Jingcheng couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed Nan Yuanman’s chubby little hand and said in a hoarse, dry voice: “Yuan, Yuanman, is my mom really here? I want to see her. Can you let me see her?”
Nan Yuanman then remembered she hadn’t yet opened Feng Jingcheng’s Yin-Yang Eyes. She first looked inquiringly at Yue Yaxin. Only after Yue Yaxin hurriedly concealed her deathly appearance and restored her pre-death look did she nod: “Okay.”
She stretched out her hand and tapped Feng Jingcheng’s forehead.
Feng Jingcheng suddenly felt a chill drill into his eyes, making him instinctively close them. When he opened them again, he saw Yue Yaxin standing in front of him with a smiling face, waving at him: “Third Child, long time no see.”
Feng Jingcheng felt his mind go blank, his pupils slightly dilating, his mouth opening and closing as he silently called out “Mom,” and tears streamed down his face.
He had originally thought he would have a lot to say if he could see his mother again, but he couldn’t say a single word. Endless sourness surged into his throat, covering his nose and eyes, making him just want to cry.
Yue Yaxin never imagined that Feng Jingcheng, who hadn’t cried even when his racing leg was broken, would cry like a doll upon seeing her. Her smile instantly disappeared, and she panicked, reaching out to wipe his tears: “Oh dear, you’re such a big person, why are you crying?”
But her hand passed right through Feng Jingcheng’s cheek.
Yue Yaxin’s movement paused slightly, her eye sockets also turning somewhat red.
She had forgotten that she was already dead and couldn’t even wipe his tears for him.
Feng Jingcheng cried even harder, choking out: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Mom… I’m sorry…”
“It’s all my fault… If… if back then I hadn’t insisted on you accompanying me to the museum, we wouldn’t have encountered the shooting on the road, and you wouldn’t have had to protect me…”
“It’s my fault, I’m the one who deserves to die the most… Sorry, Mom…”
When Yue Yaxin and her husband Feng Junhao had their accident, Feng Jingcheng was only fifteen. At that time, she and her husband had gone to M Country for an international conference, and Feng Jingcheng happened to be on summer vacation, so he had time to go with them to M Country to play.
After the conference ended, they had already returned to their hotel, but Feng Jingcheng suddenly wanted to visit the museum in M Country. Yue Yaxin thought that she was usually busy and didn’t have much time to spend with the child, so with this opportunity, she had the driver take a detour there.
But unexpectedly, on the way there, they ran into two local gangs in a firefight. The driver tried to drive away but it was too late; he took a bullet to the chest, and the car lost control and crashed into a street lamp post.
Yue Yaxin, Feng Junhao, and Feng Jingcheng all sustained different injuries. At first, they just wanted to hide in the car and wait for the gunfight to end, but misfortune piled on, the car’s fuel tank was damaged, gasoline leaked, and there was a risk of explosion.
With no choice, they had to evacuate the car. She and Feng Junhao protected Feng Jingcheng as they fled, but she and Feng Junhao were a bit unlucky. As they were preparing to escape, the gang members mistook them for the other side’s accomplices and shot at them.
She and Feng Junhao used their bodies to block the bullets for Feng Jingcheng. The two died on the spot, while Feng Jingcheng, protected beneath them, was rescued by the bodyguards who arrived.
The sight of Yue Yaxin and Feng Junhao shielding him with their bodies, collapsing covered in blood, became Feng Jingcheng’s lifelong nightmare.
He always felt that he had caused his dad and mom’s deaths. If it weren’t for his sudden whim to go to the museum, they wouldn’t have encountered the gang firefight, and none of the subsequent events would have happened.
He… was still a child loved by his parents.
“You silly child! How can you say that? Did your dad and mom protect you with their lives so you could waste away like this and curse yourself?”
Yue Yaxin angrily reached out to knock his head, but could only bring Feng Jingcheng a slight breeze.
Nan Yuanman tilted her head and watched for a while, then took the small shoulder bag from the bedside table, rummaged inside, pulled out a talisman rolled into a stick shape, flicked her wrist, and flames ignited.
When the talisman burned out, a small stick appeared in Yue Yaxin’s hand.
The little dumpling said seriously in her childish voice: “Great aunt, use this to hit him. This one can hit him.” And it hurts a lot.
Yue Yaxin smiled lovingly at her: “Good child.”
When she turned to look at Feng Jingcheng, her face darkened, and she swung the stick in her hand directly at his buttocks: “You still have the face to say sorry to me? If you really feel sorry for me and your dad, you should study hard and become a useful member of society!”
“Instead of playing with cats and dogs all day, drinking, flirting with little girls! And sneaking off to car racing! I see all your ‘sorry’s are fake!”
Yue Yaxin grew angrier as she spoke, swinging the stick fiercely: “And going to ghost places for thrills! Feng Jingcheng, I think you’re itching for a beating!”
The stick struck his buttocks, and an indescribable pain exploded instantly. It hurt so much that Feng Jingcheng forgot to cry, letting out a miserable yell as he bounced up from the bed.
“Mom, Mom! Calm down! I won’t dare anymore! I really won’t dare again!”
“You won’t dare? I think you dare plenty! All these years, I’ve seen how much trouble you’ve caused your Second Uncle! And when your little sister came back, as her brother, you should have gone to see her and brought her a gift! But you?”
Yue Yaxin sneered, chasing him all over the hospital room: “No gift, and instead you just caused her trouble! Aren’t you ashamed!”
This stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork from Feng Jingcheng’s memory dispelled the sorrow in his heart, leaving only the grimacing pain and the shame of being beaten in front of his little sister.
He slid smoothly to his knees: “Mom! I was really wrong! I won’t dare again in the future!” He was determined to turn over a new leaf and be a good person!
Feng Jingcheng pursed his lips, stuck out his neck, and said: “But I don’t agree with what you said. The trouble I caused Second Uncle was all minor!”
A trace of hatred uncontrollably appeared on his face: “I have evidence proving that in the incident back then, Second Uncle was also involved!”
