Chapter 218: The Feng Family Reunion Banquet Begins
The small bones’ head rolled off the black, already mostly decayed coffin onto the ground with Li Dali’s tug.
Li Dali jumped down from the stone he was standing on, and by a stroke of bad luck, he stepped right on the small bones’ head, crunching it and directly crushing one side.
Li Dali indifferently kicked the head aside, then unhurriedly bit the small longevity lock in his hand, grinning happily as he muttered: “Heh heh, it’s gold! We hit the jackpot this time!”
After doing this, he quickly stuffed the longevity lock into his pocket, then looked up at Feng Yanxiu with an innocent face: “Boss, why are you calling me? I didn’t take anything I shouldn’t have this time!”
This time he only took that small longevity lock just now; the others had hidden some bracelets, jade pendants, and such! Oh, and that antique copper coin that looked very expensive.
Compared to them, his small longevity lock was already something of little value.
“You think I’m blind? You even took a child’s stuff—you’re really greedy to the extreme!” Feng Yanxiu irritably pointed at him: “Hurry up and put it back.”
“And that small bones’ head you just tore off, put it back properly too!”
Li Dali tsked, reluctantly picking up the small head from the ground according to his request and casually placing it in the coffin, muttering under his breath: “What’s wrong with being a little greedy? I’m not stealing from living people; this person’s dead, can’t take the stuff with them, and me spending it is like doing charity…”
“And you all, take out the stuff you’re hiding on you too; I’ll notify the higher-ups to come collect it later.” Feng Yanxiu looked at the surrounding workers watching the show and sternly warned: “Don’t take what you shouldn’t; privately keeping cultural relics is illegal!”
The workers grinned: “Don’t worry, boss, we get it; we absolutely didn’t take anything we shouldn’t have!”
“Yeah, yeah, look, we’ve put all the stuff out here!”
Feng Yanxiu pointed at them, then turned around to contact the superiors.
A worker who was helping tidy up the burial items suddenly felt a chill; he looked up and saw the sky had darkened at some point.
He muttered puzzledly: “Wasn’t it sunny just now? How did it suddenly get cloudy and chilly? Is it cooling down?”
No one noticed that on the black coffin, the small head with half of it crushed was silently turning, its remaining hollow eye socket staring at them…
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“Perfection! You stop right there! You can’t dress like that!”
Feng Langqing had just gotten home when he caught sight of Meng Qingwan chasing a small clump of red and green things darting past him.
He pulled down his sunglasses for a look and saw Meng Qingwan carrying a child with a big red flower on their head, wearing a big red puffy skirt, fluorescent green socks on their feet, and small shoes that were glowing in all colors.
They also had fluorescent green little gloves on their hands.
That delicate and cute small face was smeared with something deathly pale, with highland red and big red lips on the cheeks; the little dumpling walked over.
Feng Langqing: “Whoa, Perfection, what is this outfit?”
Nan Yuanman was thrilled, greeting him extra cheerfully: “Third brother! You’re back! Am I pretty?”
Feng Langqing: “……Yeah…”
He insincerely gave a thumbs up: “Very pretty!”
“See, see, Aunt Qingwan, Third brother says I’m pretty too, which proves my outfit is not wrong and can be worn to the banquet.”
Nan Yuanman instantly brimmed with confidence, straining to look up at Meng Qingwan, trying to defend the outfit she had worked hard to put together.
Meng Qingwan’s mouth twitched: “Even if your Third brother says you’re pretty, it doesn’t count; our Perfection must be the best-looking, cutest, most eye-catching little dumpling at this family reunion banquet!”
Feng Langqing muttered: “Already pretty eye-catching now.”
Meng Qingwan glared: “Shut your mouth!!”
Feng Langqing quickly made a zipping motion over his mouth.
“Home is so lively.” Feng Yuli’s warm and gentle voice rang out with a smile.
Nan Yuanman’s eyes lit up brightly, her little feet kicking hard: “Big brother! Big brother!”
Nan Yuanman stretched out her small head, looking eagerly at the tall figure striding in from the doorway, excitedly reaching out her little hands to him: “Perfection missed you so much, so much!”
Feng Yuli walked in with a smile; when he saw Nan Yuanman’s novel outfit, his steps paused slightly, but then he casually took her from Meng Qingwan’s arms as if nothing was wrong: “Big brother missed you too.”
“Back?” Meng Qingwan habitually looked her eldest son up and down, confirming he wasn’t missing any limbs this time, before continuing: “You came back just in time; this time, you brothers decide what Perfection will wear to the banquet.”
She didn’t want to be the bad guy, and besides… she couldn’t stand Perfection looking at her all pitiful and expectant.
But letting Perfection attend the banquet dressed like this would harm the Feng family’s reputation and the guests’ eyes.
So… she could only temporarily wrong little Perfection a bit.
Feng Langqing rubbed his fists: “Leave it to me.”
He had studied fashion design in school; a little family reunion banquet outfit was a piece of cake!
Nan Yuanman was now nestled in her favorite big brother’s arms, sniffing around like a little puppy, confirming there was no yin energy or ghost energy on him and that his merit had increased quite a bit.
Only then was she satisfied, patting his shoulder: “Big brother is very obedient, didn’t go playing where he shouldn’t; he’s a good baby.”
Feng Jingcheng, who had just come down from upstairs, heard this and inexplicably felt an arrow through his heart.
He greeted them extra dejectedly: “Brother Yuli, Brother Langqing, good noon.”
“Jingcheng’s back too; where are your other two brothers?” Feng Langqing casually asked Feng Jingcheng, unable to resist stepping forward to snatch Nan Yuanman from Feng Yuli’s arms: “Little heartless one, you weren’t this enthusiastic when your Third brother came back.”
“Big brother just got back and you’re stuck to him without moving, huh? Little rascal!”
Nan Yuanman giggled from his stubble prickling her, dodging left and right, getting the powder on her face stuck to Feng Langqing’s face.
“Big brother and little uncle went to the company; Second Brother… should be back tomorrow.” Feng Jingcheng looked at Nan Yuanman and choked for a few seconds upon seeing her outfit.
“Perfection, your look today… is very unique.” Just a bit underworld-like.
“Of course, this is Perfection’s own outfit!” Nan Yuanman proudly lifted her little head, her nose almost pointing to the sky.
Feng Jingcheng: “…” Thumbs up.
But playtime aside, they really wouldn’t let Nan Yuanman wear this to the actual event.
He knew very well that most people from Shangjing’s Eight Great Families judged by appearances; if Perfection attended dressed like this, they’d definitely look down on her behind her back.
So, the group coaxed and tricked her into several new cute and especially pretty outfits.
Happy times flew by, and soon, the Feng family reunion banquet began.
The manor changed completely in five days; colorful, childlike balloons were tied to roadside plants, and small colored flags were stuck in the grass.
The entire Feng family turned into a huge animal playground, with many people in various animal doll costumes shuttling around, full of childlike fun.
The little friends from the Eight Great Families who were invited watched with rapt attention, enjoying it immensely.
Once inside the manor, the children scattered to play, while the adults socialized.
Zhou Wenxuan preferred quiet; this noisy environment made him particularly uncomfortable. After politely greeting the other children, he sought a secluded spot to wait for the family reunion banquet’s star to appear.
Passing a bush, he saw a little dumpling with their small buttocks sticking out, hand reaching inside.
Zhou Wenxuan blinked, silently coming up behind them and asking: “What are you doing here?”
Nan Yuanman heard the unfamiliar child’s voice and instinctively turned to look, meeting Zhou Wenxuan’s gaze.
Nan Yuanman widened her eyes in surprise: “Huh?”
Zhou Wenxuan blinked slowly.
Ah, found you.
