Chapter 204: Is It That Hard?
Zhou Jingchuan’s parents watched him hysterically shouting through the glass, crying as they told the doctor that he had mental illness.
His mother wiped her tears while saying: “He was such an obedient child before, but now I don’t know why he’s become like this. Doctor, he must be sick. You have to cure him.”
His father had a face full of sorrow: “Jingchuan, don’t be afraid. As long as you’re better, Dad and Mom will come pick you up and take you home.”
Their so-called getting better meant turning him back into the puppet who only obeyed their arrangements.
How could Zhou Jingchuan possibly be willing?
He truly acted like someone with mental illness, making a huge commotion in the hospital and fighting against his parents. The looks in their eyes grew more and more disappointed each time they visited him.
Until…
The day before the hospital caught fire, his parents came to see him again.
This time, his mother happily stroked her belly and told him: “Jingchuan, you have a brother now.”
“Dad and Mom raised you this big, we’ve already done our utmost duty. Once you’re better, your dad will come pick you up and take you home. Then you can do whatever you want; we won’t interfere anymore.”
Hearing that they were letting go of him, Zhou Jingchuan felt no joy or sadness in his heart, only emptiness and confusion about the future.
He didn’t know how to proceed next.
However, he didn’t wait for his father to pick him up. That very night, the mental hospital caught fire.
Zhou Jingchuan shrugged and smiled: “I was startled awake when it caught fire. I had a chance to run out, but I didn’t.”
Staying alive held no meaning; better to die and start over.
What’s more…
Even if he died, his parents wouldn’t react at all, right? After all, they already had a new child.
Feng Jingcheng looked at Zhou Jingchuan with sympathy: “Brother, you really are… pretty miserable.”
After hearing the story, Nan Yuanman felt a bit stuffy in her heart. She scratched her head and subconsciously comforted him: “It’s okay. You’re free now. No one will control you anymore.”
She emphasized: “Even those bad dad and mom of yours can’t interfere with you!”
“From now on, you can do whatever you want—play games if you want to play games, run wild if you want to run wild.”
“Oh, no, that’s not right. You can’t hurt people or harm people, or else I’ll have to send you to the Underworld!”
Zhou Jingchuan stared blankly at this little dumpling, feeling a softness in his heart. It was the first time in his life or after death that someone told him this.
He was free.
Was he really… free?
Zhou Jingchuan’s eyes flickered slightly. He sighed, waved his hand, and continued taking big puffs of incense: “Of course! Now, except for the master, no one can control me. Hehe!”
“As long as you’re obedient, I won’t restrict you too much.” Nan Yuanman patted his shoulder and promised him in her childish, milky voice.
After they finished chatting, Yue Yaxin and Feng Zining came out of the study room.
Both the person and the ghost had red eyes. Feng Zining’s originally cold and hard aura had softened a lot, and the gloom between his brows had eased somewhat.
He quickly came to Nan Yuanman, picked her up from the ground, and devoutly and gratefully kissed her soft little face: “Perfection, thank you.”
Thank you for leaving me with no regrets.
A child’s skin is tender, and Feng Zining hadn’t shaved today. His stubble pricked Nan Yuanman, making her giggle and shrink her little neck to dodge: “Ouch, Eldest Cousin, your beard is so prickly!”
Feng Zining deliberately rubbed it lightly on her face: “No it’s not. Eldest Cousin doesn’t have a beard on his face. Feel it again, Perfection.”
“It does, it does. Hehe, so itchy.” Nan Yuanman reached out with her little hand to push his face.
Feng Jingcheng couldn’t stand it, so he rescued Nan Yuanman from his hands, rolling his eyes speechlessly: “Childish!”
Feng Zining chuckled: “Yes, yes, yes. You’re the most mature, Sixth Master Feng.”
Feng Jingcheng: “…”
“Don’t call me that!” So embarrassing!
“How about it? Isn’t this title domineering? Sixth Master Feng?”
“Feng Zining!”
Yue Yaxin smiled as she watched the three siblings play around.
After playing around, Feng Zining suddenly said: “I’ll call Second Brother in a bit. Let’s go home tonight.”
The home he mentioned was Feng Family Manor.
After their parents’ accident, the three of them had moved out of the manor, and their contact with Feng Congqian had become quite distant.
Even though Feng Zining rationally knew that their parents’ death had nothing to do with Feng Congqian, he was the one who benefited, so it was hard not to hold a grudge.
But Mother was right—the direct bloodline of the Feng family now only had this few people left. If they split further, outsiders could easily take advantage.
She also wanted them to get along well with Feng Congqian and restore their previous relationship.
“That stubborn donkey Second Brother—will he come back?” Feng Jingcheng thought of Feng Yanxiu’s stubborn donkey temper and felt a headache.
Unlike them, even if they left the Feng family, their activities were still in Shangjing.
This guy, on the other hand, got a civil engineering job and ran all over the country. Except for popping up every fixed weekend, he was as quiet as death otherwise.
When he left, he even left harsh words, vowing to achieve something greater than the Feng family.
Now? No sparks yet.
Feng Zining also felt a bit of a headache: “I’ll contact him later and see.”
Nan Yuanman curiously perked up her ears to listen, unable to hold back her mutter: Why call Fifth Brother a stubborn donkey? Could Fifth Brother not be human? A donkey demon?
‘Blue blue sky is clear, green green grass is fragrant, little lamb slowly growing, getting stronger day by day…’
Nan Yuanman’s watch ringtone sounded, and a video call popped up. She clicked to answer, and Feng Xingchi’s magnified handsome face appeared in the video.
Nan Yuanman happily called out to him: “Second Brother!”
“Perfection, do you miss Second Brother?” Feng Xingchi smiled at her in greeting, his voice so gentle it could drip water.
Feng Jingcheng shivered and leaned over with a disgusted face: “Feng Xingchi, can you not talk so coquettishly?”
Feng Xingchi didn’t expect Nan Yuanman to be with Feng Jingcheng. He rolled his eyes at him in disgust: “So what if I am? It’s not like I’m coquettish to you. Get out of the way—don’t block me from seeing Perfection.”
Nan Yuanman stuck out her little buttocks to shove Feng Jingcheng aside and replied in her childish, milky voice: “I do! I miss you so much! Second Brother, when will you finish work?”
“Very soon. I can go back to see Perfection tomorrow.” Feng Xingchi said: “By the way, Perfection, there’s news on the Tai Sui meat you asked me to investigate.”
“My subordinate said it was bought from an online store. It seemed to have a good meaning, so he bought it to give to me. I’ll send you the link to that online store later.”
“Have your Sixth Brother handle it for you.”
Nan Yuanman’s eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded: “Okay.”
It had been a long time since seeing Feng Xingchi, and Nan Yuanman had a lot to tell him. The little girl chattered like a lark, recounting everything that had happened during this time.
Feng Zining and Feng Jingcheng listened with a bit of sourness in their hearts. Why did it feel like little Perfection was closer to Feng Xingchi? Was it an illusion?
If Nan Yuanman heard their inner thoughts, she would definitely tell them it wasn’t an illusion.
After all, the first ones to pick her up were Feng Yuli, Feng Langqing, and Feng Xingchi, so she was naturally closer to them.
After reluctantly hanging up the call with Feng Xingchi, Nan Yuanman missed big brother Feng Yuli a bit. She pouted and sent Feng Yuli a message.
Feng Yuli didn’t reply to her.
Feng Jingcheng sensitively noticed the little dumpling’s mood change and quickly took her to the toy area to play, diverting her attention.
She mustn’t cry—he had no experience coaxing children!
While Nan Yuanman enjoyed peaceful times here, the Zheng family went to great lengths to contact Master Li and obtained information about Master Li’s residence.
Liu Hui and Zheng Zetao carried suitcases and arrived at Master Li’s residence under the cover of night.
Master Li’s place was neither a villa nor in the suburbs, but in an old town area east of Shangjing.
The old town area was crowded with poor soundproofing. When Liu Hui and Zheng Zetao arrived, they could still hear voices guessing dice while drinking from afar.
Liu Hui disgustedly covered her nose with a handkerchief: “Husband, Master Li lives in a place like this. Is he, he really reliable?”
Zheng Zetao glared at her: “Masters hide in the mundane world! What do you know!”
“I’m telling you, when we see the master later, speak less! If you mess up Ziang not getting the Tai Sui meat, I’ll divorce you!”
Liu Hui pursed her lips: “I, I was just saying it casually…”
When she lifted her skirt to step over a puddle of sewage, a woman in a black tracksuit with a skinny body walked straight into her, slamming into her shoulder hard.
Liu Hui stumbled back a few steps from the impact, so angry that she grabbed the woman’s hand: “Hey! Are you blind? How do you walk…”
When she saw the woman’s face, Liu Hui was shocked: “You…”
“Jiang Huiqin? Why are you here?”
Didn’t they say that after Sun Jiajun died, Jiang Huiqin was so devastated that she went abroad?
How could she be here?
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Old town area, in a dimly lit, rundown room with a red shrine.
Old Ghost Li was prostrated on the ground, his body trembling slightly. A brand-new pair of sneakers appeared before his eyes, and a clear voice slowly rang out: “This is the second time.”
“Old Ghost Li, this is your second failure.”
He seemed extremely puzzled: “Killing a child who’s only five years old—is that so difficult?”
