Chapter 228: You Have Two Husbands?
The female ghost stared at his broad back and let out a “Wow!”
Child Ghost: “Wow!”
The big one and the small one immediately chased after Feng Yanxiu.
Outside the door, Feng Congqian, who had just coaxed Nan Yuanman to sleep, remembered that Feng Yanxiu seemed off today, so he carried a cup of hot milk, planning to have a heart-to-heart with him.
Feng Congqian was just about to knock when the door was suddenly yanked open hard from inside, the door panel slamming against the wall with a bang and bouncing back.
A figure flashed quickly before his eyes. By the time he saw the figure’s appearance clearly, the mild expression on his face instantly froze.
He saw that the person sprinting wildly down the corridor was wearing almost nothing, with only a white bath towel covering the lower half, and that towel was about to fall off…
The servants cleaning the restroom couldn’t help covering their eyes and screaming: “Oh my god! Fifth Young Master, you you you, why are you running naked!”
“What?!”
Feng Jingcheng opened the door and stuck his head out: “My fifth brother is running naked?”
As soon as he stuck his head out, he saw Feng Yanxiu, face paralyzed and eyes panicked, running straight toward him, his upper body… indeed wearing nothing.
Feng Jingcheng’s eyes widened: “Holy crap!”
Feng Yanxiu sprinted to his door, shoved Feng Jingcheng’s head back inside, turned around, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Feng Jingcheng: “!!”
He crossed his arms, backed up, and said exaggeratedly: “Second Brother, calm down, we’re brothers! That’s not allowed!”
Panting Feng Yanxiu: “…”
What a mistake—he shouldn’t have come to this idiot Feng Jingcheng; he should have gone to Big Brother.
But he didn’t have the energy to bicker with Feng Jingcheng anymore. Exhausted, he sat down on the floor, suddenly feeling something hard in his palm.
He looked down and saw the golden longevity lock that had been in his room now back in his palm…
Feng Yanxiu: “…”
Feng Yanxiu finally broke down. He threw the longevity lock in his hand away and growled: “What the hell do you want from me! I’m not the one who took your longevity lock! I’m not the one who stepped on your bones! Why are you haunting me!”
Feng Jingcheng wanted to tease a bit more, but hearing this, he immediately gripped his amulet vigilantly and approached, staring at the longevity lock he threw: “Second Brother, what do you mean by what you just said?”
A flash of insight hit his mind, and he whipped his head around: “The female ghost and child ghost I saw in the car today—did you bring them?”
Feng Yanxiu’s lips moved slightly: “…I don’t know what’s going on either, but I really didn’t take anything of theirs. I even had their bones properly buried.”
He really didn’t know why he was the one being haunted.
“Knock knock—”
A muffled knock sounded. Feng Yanxiu’s muscles instantly tensed, and Feng Jingcheng looked at the door panel like it was a great enemy.
Until Feng Congqian’s voice came from outside: “Jingcheng, how’s Yanxiu?”
Feng Jingcheng let out a breath of relief and called out: “He’s fine!”
He turned to look at Feng Yanxiu, disheveled—no, shirtless, nearly naked—and went to the wardrobe to grab his own robe and toss it to him: “Put some clothes on first.”
Feng Yanxiu, body tense, put on the robe.
Once he was dressed, Feng Jingcheng opened the door.
Outside the door weren’t just Feng Congqian, but also Feng Yuli, Feng Xingchi, Feng Langqing, and Feng Zining, who had come out to check the commotion.
Feng Langqing crossed his arms, looking at barefoot Feng Yanxiu in the close-fitting robe, and whistled: “Nice figure! But even with a nice figure, you can’t go running naked like a hooligan!”
Feng Yanxiu’s face flushed red: “…That was an accident.”
Feng Xingchi, loving the drama: “What accident makes you not even have time to put on clothes? Did the toilet in your room explode?”
Feng Yanxiu: “No.”
Feng Zining first looked Feng Yanxiu up and down, confirming he wasn’t hurt, then asked: “So what exactly happened? What went on?”
“This thing, even if you guys come, it’s no use. We need Yuanman.” Feng Jingcheng pointed at him: “He provoked two ghosts.”
Feng Zining and Feng Congqian exchanged a glance. This, they really couldn’t handle.
“No, it’s too late now. We can’t disturb her sleep. Kids who stay up late won’t grow tall.” Feng Yanxiu frowned and said: “I’ll sleep with Jingcheng tonight. Tomorrow when she wakes up, I-I’ll go find her.”
Feng Jingcheng: “?”
“Can’t you sleep with Feng Zining? Why sleep with me!”
Feng Zining smiled: “I toss and turn in my sleep.”
Feng Jingcheng: “…” Was his sleep any better?
“Alright, it’s settled. Everyone rest early. Tomorrow when Yuanman wakes up, I’ll have her come find you.” Feng Congqian made the final call, handed the warm milk to Feng Yanxiu, patted his shoulder, and sent the others away.
Feng Langqing cheekily waved at Feng Jingcheng: “Good night, sweet dreams, Little Six~”
Feng Jingcheng: “…” Damn it! Being the youngest means no rights, huh!
Feng Yuli patted his shoulder gently: “Little Six, if you’re scared, you can…”
Before he finished, Feng Jingcheng shook off his hand, acting tough: “Who’s scared? Who’s scared? It’s not like I haven’t seen ghosts!”
With that, he held his head high, strode back to his room like a hero.
Feng Yuli chuckled lightly, called out to Feng Yanxiu, and handed him the amulet Nan Yuanman had given: “Amulet, from Yuanman.”
Feng Yanxiu paused slightly, said softly: “Thank her for me.” Then he took the amulet, carefully tucking it into the robe pocket against his body.
Back in the room with Feng Jingcheng, he saw the golden longevity lock he had thrown on the floor now moved to the coffee table.
As he looked at it, for some reason, he inexplicably sensed a feeling of grievance from the longevity lock.
Feng Yanxiu: “…” Now it’s aggrieved? He’s the one who should be aggrieved!
Feng Yanxiu and Feng Jingcheng huddled in bed and endured until dawn.
Nan Yuanman slept well. After waking, full of energy, she stretched, quickly put on her clothes, washed up in the room’s restroom, grabbed her small shoulder bag, opened the door, and headed downstairs.
As soon as she opened the door, two ‘stone sculptures’ toppled in from outside.
Nan Yuanman: “Whoa!”
She quickly hopped aside, eyes wide in surprise: “Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother? What are you doing at my door so early in the morning?”
Feng Jingcheng, dark circles under his eyes, lay on the ground weakly reaching out to her: “Yuanman, Sixth Brother is about to collapse. Save Sixth Brother quick.”
He pointed at Feng Yanxiu, who had been huffing without saying a word, gnashing his teeth: “Your Fifth Brother provoked two ghosts! Waaah, last night he even came to sleep with me, scaring me all night.”
Who could understand that redemptive feeling when he was almost asleep and heard “Father” in his ear.
He wanted to strangle Feng Yanxiu right then! No more Second Brother!
Feng Yanxiu hurriedly argued: “I didn’t provoke them. I don’t know how they latched onto me either. I’m innocent too.”
Nan Yuanman looked at these two brothers shrouded in ghost energy, sighed like a little adult, and stuffed two purification talismans into their pockets.
Then she squatted in front of Feng Yanxiu, eyes on his pocket, her steamed bun face full of seriousness: “Should I pull you out, or will you come out yourself?”
Feng Yanxiu’s slightly relaxed body tensed up again, eyes locked on his pocket.
The next second, a golden longevity lock slowly slid out of his pocket.
A timid female voice sounded: “Little Immortal Aunt, you, you can’t hit me. I haven’t harmed anyone. The one I’m clinging to is my husband.”
Nan Yuanman: “?”
She pointed at Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu, asking sincerely: “You have two husbands?”
