Chapter 197: A Thorough Scam
Assistant Li looked at Nan Yuanman, who was talking to the paper figure, with a dazed expression on his face. He desperately tried to convince himself in his heart: Kids! They all like to talk to themselves with toys. His eldest cousin’s son even treats an Ultraman toy as his master and says he wants to transform into light with his master to save the world!
It’s just talking to a paper figure, nothing to make a fuss about, haha.
The next second, Assistant Li heard the paper figure in Nan Yuanman’s hand speak: “I don’t know…”
Sheng Hanxiang’s voice trembled: “But as soon as I saw her, I felt uncomfortable all over, very angry, very upset, and wanted very much to…”
She pursed her lips, glanced at Nan Yuanman, didn’t say the bloody words that followed, and instead said: “Even if she wasn’t the one who killed me, she must be related to my death.”
Assistant Li: “???”
Assistant Li: “!!!”
Assistant Li’s eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. He pointed at the paper figure in Nan Yuanman’s hand in stunned silence: “S-S-Small, Miss, the p-p-paper figure is t-t-talking!”
“This is a new type of toy that Dad bought me. It’s normal for it to talk!” Nan Yuanman casually comforted Assistant Li. As soon as the elevator stopped, she twisted her little buttocks and ran out first, leaving Assistant Li standing dumbfounded in the elevator alone.
Assistant Li’s gaze shifted away from the thin paper figure in Nan Yuanman’s hand. He closed his eyes and muttered: “Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony…”
“There are no ghosts in this world, no ghosts…”
“Eldest Cousin! Sixth Brother!”
Nan Yuanman shouted noisily at Feng Jingcheng and Feng Zining, using all her strength to push open the office door, and said: “I just met an auntie downstairs. She might be related to Sheng Sister’s death!”
Feng Jingcheng watched her little face flushed red from running, fine beads of sweat seeping from her forehead. He pulled out a wet tissue to wipe her sweat and asked: “What is her name?”
Nan Yuanman was stunned, her top ahoge twitched, and she scratched her chin somewhat embarrassedly: “I-I forgot to ask. I only remember Uncle Li calling her Miss Sun.”
“Miss Sun? Sun Mengman?” Feng Jingcheng frowned. The only one who would come to Feng Group looking for Feng Zining was Sun Mengman.
As soon as Feng Jingcheng said Sun Mengman’s name, Sheng Hanxiang, who had calmed down in Nan Yuanman’s hand, showed faint signs of losing control again.
Bone-chilling yin energy uncontrollably spread in Nan Yuanman’s palm, instantly staining her little chubby hand pitch black.
Feng Jingcheng and Feng Zining were startled: “Perfection!”
The two instinctively reached out to snatch the paper figure hiding Sheng Hanxiang from Nan Yuanman’s hand, but suddenly saw a flash of golden light. The turbulent yin energy and ghost energy were immediately cleansed.
Feng Zining and Feng Jingcheng breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t let Nan Yuanman continue holding Sheng Hanxiang. They took the paper figure from her hand and placed it on the desk.
Sheng Hanxiang seemed oblivious, her body trembling as she sat on the desk, hands hugging her head, murmuring in a daze: “Sun Mengman… Sun Mengman… Sun Mengman…”
Nan Yuanman and Feng Jingcheng watched Sheng Hanxiang carefully. Nan Yuanman asked softly: “Sheng Sister, did you remember something?”
Feng Zining’s lips pressed slightly, not daring to make a sound, afraid of stimulating her.
Sheng Hanxiang sank into her own world. The memory fragments that her brain had deliberately forgotten due to the shock before death came flooding out.
Flashes appeared before her eyes of the scene in that dark room, seeing herself in the darkness sweetly embracing “Feng Zining,” clumsily kissing, up to her heartfelt decision to give herself completely to him.
Then the room lights suddenly turned on, and she saw three strange men in the room. The horror and panic that shot straight to her head made her lose control and question who they were.
But they said they were all her “Feng Zining.”
They pressed her down, ravaging her wantonly. They enjoyed her breakdown, her struggle, her despair.
In one night, she fell into hell.
After it was over, they told her to blame Sun Mengman if she had to blame anyone—it was she who made them do it.
They mocked her naivety, mocked her toad wanting to eat swan meat. How could an ordinary girl like her dream of attaching herself to the Feng family.
They were sent by Sun Mengman to shatter her ridiculous delusion.
But Sun Mengman… was the first good friend she made during high school, the friend she had kept in touch with after graduation, her… good bestie.
Including the love letter from Feng Zining—it was originally given to her by Sun Mengman.
It was Sun Mengman who said that an ugly duckling could turn into a swan, that an ordinary girl could shine and be seen by the person she liked.
It was Sun Mengman who encouraged her when she lacked confidence, and also said that she was the most compatible with “Feng Zining.”
It turned out everything was a lie.
It turned out all of this was planned by Sun Mengman, a complete scam targeted at her!
It turned out… she never wanted to be good friends with her at all. In her eyes, Sheng Hanxiang was nothing but a complete clown.
“Snort…”
A faint sound of paper tearing rang out.
A small crack appeared on the paper figure possessed by Sheng Hanxiang. Nan Yuanman’s steamed bun face instantly became extremely serious. She stepped forward and grabbed her hand: “Sheng Sister! Stop! You can’t think anymore!”
No one knew how great the shock Sheng Hanxiang suffered before death. The impact on her soul body when she remembered was actually this severe!
It directly shattered her soul!
If she continued thinking, she would self-destruct from being unable to bear it!
Sheng Hanxiang’s body trembled; she had completely lost her reason and calm. Her mouth kept repeating Sun Mengman’s name.
Each word dripped with blood, her tone gradually becoming shrill: “Why… why do this to me… why!!”
Seeing this, Nan Yuanman said “sorry,” pulled out a talisman, and slapped it onto the paper figure.
The paper figure shook, then flopped down. Sheng Hanxiang directly lost consciousness, but the paper figure’s hand was still twitching slightly.
“Is she okay?” Feng Zining hesitated for a few seconds, pointed at Sheng Hanxiang, and asked.
“She’s not.” Nan Yuanman nodded seriously: “She was this close to her soul scattering!”
“I used a soul-calming talisman to make her calm down.”
As soon as the words fell, the soul-calming talisman on Sheng Hanxiang “whooshed” and burned up. The originally pure black ghost power on her body turned blood-red in an instant, and towering grievance surged from her.
The paper figure containing her soul body tore apart with a rip. Sheng Hanxiang, now fully degenerated into a fierce ghost, appeared before Nan Yuanman and the two men.
Nan Yuanman: “!!!”
Her eyes widened round. Sheng Sister had forcibly torn the soul-calming talisman and degenerated into a fierce ghost!
The surging ghost energy from Sheng Hanxiang’s body churned, scattering the documents in the office like snowflakes with the yin wind.
Her eyes were crimson, filled with deep hatred. She looked up and let out a long howl, then charged straight out of the office.
Nan Yuanman: “!!!”
