Chapter 192: Hit The Wrong Ghost?
Missing for half a month, and you’ve lost your mind, talking about all sorts of ghosts and spirits.
Assistant: “Okay, President.”
Feng Zining glanced at the content in the chat box again, his gaze landing on where Feng Jingcheng said he had seen their mother, and he rubbed his brow: “…Forget it, after work today, I’ll take him to see her myself.”
Assistant: “…Okay, President.”
After the assistant left, Feng Zining finally replied to Feng Jingcheng: 『Of course I believe you, aren’t you a ghost yourself? Debt-collecting ghost.』
Feng Jingcheng: 『How am I a debt-collecting ghost?』
Feng Zining: 『/smile/ Every morning when you wake up, the first thing you say is, bro, give me some money. What is that if not a debt-collecting ghost?』
Feng Jingcheng was speechless. He ground his teeth, looked down at Nan Yuanman sleeping soundly in his arms, and suddenly had an idea.
Don’t believe in ghosts, huh? He’ll take Yuanman to the company right now and let his big brother see for himself!
And so, the car that was steadily heading to the Feng family turned around and drove toward the Feng Group.
Feng Zining waited for Feng Jingcheng not to reply, then put down his mobile phone and wearily massaged his sore shoulders. After dripping two drops of eye drops into his eyes, he continued looking at the documents.
Feng Congqian waking up had indeed greatly helped him share some of the workload, but Feng Zining was used to being busy. With the pace suddenly slowing down, he felt a bit at a loss, so he simply continued with his previous routine.
Only… he did need to find time to return to the Feng family and meet that newly returned younger sister.
He had been on a business trip before and didn’t have time, but now that he was back in Shangjing, it wouldn’t be polite not to go.
While Feng Zining was thinking about what meeting gift to bring for his first meeting with Nan Yuanman, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. A chill crept over his already faintly aching left shoulder, as if something was clinging to it.
Feng Zining frowned and massaged his shoulder again, thinking to himself that he needed to find time to go to the hospital and get this shoulder checked.
It wasn’t good for it to keep hurting like this.
And in a dimension Feng Zining couldn’t see, a drenched female ghost in a white dress, her face swollen like a steamed white flour bun, was sprawled on his back, staring at him obsessively and murmuring: “So handsome, so handsome…”
“Sure enough, a man working seriously is the most handsome. A man like this should be with a woman like me…”
“Feng Zining, I love you, I love you, I love you…”
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Half an hour later.
The car entered the Feng Group basement. After Feng Jingcheng carried Nan Yuanman out, she woke up.
Nan Yuanman sat in his arms, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking around: “Sixth Brother, aren’t we going home? Where is this?”
“This is our family company headquarters. I brought you to meet your Fourth Brother.” Feng Jingcheng took out a baby wipe from his pocket, tore it open, and clumsily but gently wiped her face.
The cool wipe dispelled Nan Yuanman’s drowsiness. Feng Jingcheng pinched her messy little topknot and tsked: “Your hair—have your Fourth Brother help tie it later. He loved fiddling with these things when he was little.”
Nan Yuanman replied softly and sweetly: “Okay!”
The elevator went straight up to the top floor.
As soon as they exited the elevator, Nan Yuanman saw a room billowing with black energy. The strong yin energy and ghost energy made her sneeze: “Achoo!”
Feng Jingcheng nervously touched the palm of her hand: “Why the sudden sneeze? Caught a cold?”
“No.” Nan Yuanman shook her little head, rubbed her little nose tip that felt especially icy from the yin energy, frowned, and pointed at that office: “Sixth Brother, what is that place?”
Feng Jingcheng followed her finger and saw the words “President’s Office.” His heart sank suddenly: “Yuanman, is there something in there?”
Nan Yuanman nodded heavily: “There’s very strong ghost energy and yin energy!”
Feng Jingcheng panicked and hurriedly ran over holding Nan Yuanman, ignoring even the assistant who had come out to greet him after getting the security notice.
“Big Brother!” Feng Jingcheng kicked the door open with a bang and yelled: “Don’t die!!”
Feng Zining, who was sitting at the desk signing documents, was startled. The stroke of his pen on the contract dragged out a long line, ruining the contract.
Feng Zining: “…”
Feng Zining’s forehead vein throbbed: “Feng! Jing! Cheng!”
“You’d better give me an explanation!”
When Feng Jingcheng saw Feng Zining sitting safe and sound at the desk, he knew he had overreacted, but he had just been trapped in the hospital by a ghost for half a month and had gone through the wedding dress ghost incident, so he couldn’t help but overthink!
He gave an embarrassed smile and backed away holding Nan Yuanman: “Big Brother, you, you listen to my defense—uh, no, explanation… I…”
But Nan Yuanman was staring fixedly at the drenched female ghost in white clinging to Feng Zining’s back. Her steamed bun face darkened unhappily. She struggled down from Feng Jingcheng’s arms and said: “Get off my Fourth Brother’s back!”
Feng Zining: “?”
Feng Jingcheng: “!”
Feng Jingcheng’s expression changed slightly. He turned around and closed the office door, blocking the curious gazes of the assistants outside.
Feng Zining instinctively looked back at his own back—clean and empty, nothing there.
He turned back and looked at the adorable little bun, hesitantly asking: “Um… who are you talking to?”
Nan Yuanman didn’t answer him but stared at the female ghost in white, her little milky voice intensifying: “I said it again! Get down!”
The female ghost in white clung to Feng Zining’s neck stubbornly, shaking her head frantically: “No! Why should I get down just because you tell me to? I like him, I love him, I want to be with him for life after life!”
She glared angrily at Nan Yuanman, revealing her hideous ghostly face after death, threatening her: “Little brat! I warn you not to meddle! Don’t think just because you’re Zining’s younger sister, I won’t do anything to you!”
Feng Zining only felt as if something was strangling his neck. He frowned and loosened his tie, but the suffocating sensation lingered.
Nan Yuanman grew anxious seeing the flickering little flames teetering on Feng Zining’s shoulders and directly pulled out a talisman and flung it at the female ghost: “This is you forcing my hand!”
The female ghost in white never expected this seemingly harmless little bun to carry talismans on her. She was struck by the talisman and fell to the ground with a miserable scream.
Feng Zining was stunned when he saw Nan Yuanman fling out the talisman. Immediately after, a woman’s wailing scream rang in his ears, and a heavy thud came from behind him.
Feng Zining whipped his head back and locked eyes with a hideous, terrifying face swollen from water like a white flour steamed bun.
The female ghost in white wailed at him: “Zining brother…”
Feng Zining: “!!!”
Feng Zining shot to his feet and retreated from the female ghost in white as fast as he could, demanding sternly: “What are you?”
The female ghost in white was stung by his retreat, her face full of resentment: “Zining brother, don’t you remember me? I’m Sheng Hanxiang, your girlfriend!”
Feng Jingcheng: “Oh ho?”
Nan Yuanman: “Ah?”
Hit the wrong ghost? This is one of our own ghosts??
