Chapter 215: I Regret It
The Old Town Area is not soundproof. The knocking sound traveled far, and the door panel shed dust with each rattle.
Jiang Tianzong waited a moment. Rustling footsteps accompanied the sound of the door being unlocked. The door was slowly opened from inside, and a strong incense smell wafted out.
A trace of excitement appeared on Jiang Tianzong’s face: “Master Li! Do you still remember me?”
Old Ghost Li, still shrouded in his black robe, saw the big and small figures at the doorway. A flash of surprise crossed his face, and his voice was hoarse and low: “Jiang Tianzong, what are you here for?”
“I completed everything I promised to help you with. It’s you who’s trash, unable to completely crush her. It has nothing to do with me.”
“I know. It’s because I was too stupid, too trusting that the Jiang family members would think of the Jiang family like I do. Who knew…” Jiang Tianzong gritted his teeth, his attitude especially humble: “Master Li, help me one more time, just one last time.”
“Didn’t you say last time that you’re missing a child born on a yin year, yin month, yin day? I brought you one!”
With that, Jiang Tianzong pushed forward Jiang Xinxin, who was standing at his feet, fearfully trying to hide behind him.
Jiang Xinxin stood helplessly at the doorway. She was still young and didn’t know what was happening, but she could feel the uncomfortable aura emanating from Old Ghost Li.
Her eyes reddened slightly. She turned her head timidly toward Jiang Tianzong: “Grandfather… I-I’m scared.”
Old Ghost Li scrutinized Jiang Xinxin. The image of the zombie following Nan Yuanman flashed through his mind. He thought that even if he turned her into a fierce ghost, she wouldn’t harm Nan Yuanman at all.
He chuckled coldly, about to refuse, when a crisp child’s voice rang in his ear: “Agree to it.”
“This is a very good host body.”
The words on the tip of Old Ghost Li’s tongue changed instantly. He opened the door wider and said meaningfully: “Come in.”
“However… Jiang Tianzong, once you step through this door, there’s no medicine for regret.”
Jiang Tianzong’s footsteps paused slightly. He looked down at Jiang Xinxin, who was also looking at him. Her clear, black-and-white eyes were full of innocent confusion.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, took Jiang Xinxin’s hand, and walked inside. The dilapidated door panel slowly closed behind him…
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Feng Family Manor.
Feng Congqian and Feng Zining returned home from the company. What greeted them was the first-floor bathroom without a door, and… the empty living room of the main building.
The two culprits were nowhere to be seen.
Feng Congqian: “…”
He pinched his slightly aching brow, called a servant, and asked: “Where are the young master and miss? Did they just demolish the house at home today?”
The servant was respectfully deferential: “Sixth Young Master and the miss are resting in the upstairs room. Young Master Xiao came today. Sixth Young Master said the broken sofa and door were all caused by Young Master Xiao, so just ask the Xiao family for compensation.”
Feng Zining chuckled lightly: “It seems they had quite an exciting time at home today too.”
How could it not be exciting? The broken door and broken sofa weren’t just exciting—the battle was intense.
Feng Congqian sighed helplessly and turned toward the elevator: “I’ll go check on your sister.”
Feng Congqian carefully opened the door and stood at the doorway looking inside. He saw Nan Yuanman sleeping soundly with her little buttocks sticking up and her mouth open.
Her chubby, pink cheeks were squished out of shape. Crystal-clear saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth. Her freshly washed hair was frizzy and exploded outward, looking just like a little sea urchin.
Feng Congqian couldn’t help but chuckle softly. He lightened his movements, walked in, and carefully adjusted Nan Yuanman’s crooked sleeping posture.
When he walked in, Nan Yuanman had already vaguely sensed it. But since it was a familiar aura, she didn’t move. She mumbled sleepily: “Uncle Feng, you’re back?”
“Mm, if you’re awake, don’t sleep anymore. Sleep again at night.” Feng Congqian patted her back. As she opened her eyes and woke up, he asked: “Perfection, what do you want the family reunion banquet to be like?”
When Third Child mentioned the family reunion banquet before, he had thought about holding one too, to introduce Perfection to everyone in Shangjing.
It was just that Perfection’s status was a bit awkward at the time. He planned to hold the banquet after getting the divorce certificate from Meng Qingwan, so her status wouldn’t be awkward.
Nan Yuanman struggled to open her eyes and look at him, asking curiously: “Can it be any way I want?”
Feng Congqian: “Of course, as long as you like it.”
Nan Yuanman was no longer sleepy. She scrambled up, her big eyes sparkling. She gestured excitedly while trying to describe: “Then can we decorate the whole venue with big red flowers? The kind that are big red flowers one by one, and small colored flags, red balloons?”
“Can the banquet not have things like crab or abalone? I want to eat big pot rice, white-cut chicken! Lion’s head, braised fish, and fried goods!”
“And also, can we put coffins at the banquet? When I went back to the countryside before, I brought so many coffins that Grandpa made. Can I put several coffins to advertise for Grandpa’s coffin shop? And also…”
Feng Congqian: “…” He regretted it. Could he take back what he said earlier?
Feng Congqian’s head ached more and more. Nan Yuanman’s crisp “and also” kept looping in his ears. He directly changed the subject: “By the way, what happened at home today? Why is the downstairs living room empty?”
“Oh, it was Brother Xiao. He…” Nan Yuanman was instantly distracted. Her little mouth chattered on, telling Feng Congqian everything that happened today.
Feng Congqian subtly breathed a sigh of relief. After she finished, he immediately took her to wash up and go downstairs for dinner, not giving her any chance to continue the previous topic.
In fact, it proved that changing the subject only worked a little. While eating, Nan Yuanman brought up the decorations for the family reunion banquet again.
Feng Jingcheng listened with great interest, occasionally chiming in: “I think big red flowers are fine. Perfection, I can also be in charge of the performance at the banquet! Let me tell you, I won awards for street dancing in college!”
“Wow! Sixth Brother is so awesome! Great, great! When Sixth Brother dances, Perfection will play accompaniment for you!” Nan Yuanman cheered enthusiastically, providing full emotional support.
Feng Zining’s mouth twitched. The image in his mind wasn’t of a high-end family reunion banquet, but of countryside gatherings with big round tables. He coughed lightly and asked Feng Congqian: “Uncle, when do you plan to send Perfection to kindergarten?”
“Oh, right.” Feng Jingcheng also remembered: “Uncle, have you investigated the kindergartens in Shangjing? How about finding one closer to home?”
Nan Yuanman held her spoon, raised her little hand, and asked curiously: “What is kindergarten?”
“Kindergarten is a place where you can play with lots of children, and also learn to read and write.” Feng Congqian’s tone was gentle: “Didn’t Perfection worry before about not recognizing many characters and not knowing what was written in the diary your mother left you?”
“As long as you go to school, you’ll learn lots and lots of characters. Then Perfection can read the diary herself.”
Nan Yuanman’s eyes lit up: “Yay! I want to go to school!”
“Good, these next couple days I’ll investigate the kindergartens near home.” Feng Zining said mildly: “After the family reunion banquet ends, then let Perfection go to school?”
“Of course it has to be after the family reunion banquet. Otherwise, what if those little brats in Shangjing bully our Perfection?” Feng Jingcheng huffed lightly.
He certainly wouldn’t have any rule against hitting kids then.
He had been a child himself and knew how hateful some kids could be at that age!
Feng Congqian thought the same. That evening, when the other Feng family members returned home—or video called if they couldn’t—they held a “debate” on how to hold the family reunion banquet.
They finally decided to hold the family reunion banquet five days later. And aside from not putting coffins at the banquet, everything would follow Nan Yuanman’s requests.
After setting the date, the next day, invitations were sent from the Feng family to the hands of the persons in power of Shangjing’s Eight Great Families.
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Shangjing, inside a certain manor.
A slender figure sat by the bright floor-to-ceiling window. The door behind opened, and a hoarse voice sounded: “Master, the Feng family will hold a family reunion banquet for the Ominous Star five days from now.”
“Family reunion banquet…” The slender figure moved slightly, his voice clear and smooth: “Tell this news to Old Ghost Li.”
