Chapter 232: Villains Are Dealt With By Even Worse Villains
Feng Jingcheng’s expression changed: “Are you serious? You really saw Zheng Zi’ang?”
Xiao Qidong, who was sitting by the riverside fishing and sunbathing, furtively hid in the grass, his gaze fixed on the skinny figure who was holding a woman and walking toward the car, and said in a hushed voice: “Absolutely true!”
“I saw him full of life, out here picking up girls! It seems the previous rumors were false!”
Zheng Zi’ang clearly didn’t die!
Feng Jingcheng realized the seriousness of the matter, his voice dry and serious: “Where are you now?”
“Fishing by the reservoir on the eastern suburbs of Shangjing, what’s up?” Xiao Qidong saw the two people gnawing at each other, withdrew his gaze with a face full of discomfort, and sat back down on his little stool.
“You now, immediately stay away from the reservoir, stay away from Zheng Zi’ang, absolutely do not approach him out of curiosity.”
Before Xiao Qidong could ask for the reason, Feng Jingcheng hung up the telephone.
He felt a bit puzzled in his heart, but still listened to Feng Jingcheng, quickly packed up his fishing gear, got in the car swiftly, and left the place.
In the second before he left, Zheng Zi’ang, who was on the car pinching the woman’s neck, seemed to sense something and looked up, sneering: “Runs pretty fast.”
Forget it, right now he couldn’t make a move against the Xiao family either.
Wait a bit longer, until he became stronger.
Then, all of Shangjing would be his under heaven!
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“Perfection! Perfection!” Feng Jingcheng ran to the bathroom doorway shouting loudly, banging on the door: “Bad news! Something huge happened! Xiao Qidong just called me, saying he saw Zheng Zi’ang still alive!”
Nan Yuanman, who was sitting in the bathtub playing with water, immediately got up upon hearing this, wiped her body clean, put on the duck bathrobe, and opened the door: “Didn’t that Zheng Zi’ang already die?”
Killed by Sister Sheng Hanxiang, when she arrived, Zheng Zi’ang’s breath had already stopped, how could he still be alive?
Nan Yuanman furrowed her little brows: “Could he have faked his death? Or was that body possessed by some lonesome ghost?”
Feng Jingcheng took a dry towel and wiped her hair, shaking his head upon hearing this: “I don’t know, but I told Xiao Qidong to stay far away from him.”
“Perfection, should we go to the Zheng family to take a look?”
Nan Yuanman was made to sway back and forth like a roly-poly by the force he used to wipe her hair: “Sure, once the hair is dry and I change clothes, we can go out for a stroll and see.”
“Where to?” Feng Yanxiu, who had just come downstairs to pour coffee, heard their voices, walked over to them, and asked: “Amusement park?”
He cleared his throat lightly: “I happen to have time, I can go with you.”
“Great, Second Brother, come out with us, you drive!” Feng Jingcheng’s eyes darted, he chuckled, and readily agreed.
Feng Yanxiu hummed in acknowledgment, watched him wiping Nan Yuanman’s hair, frowned, endured it, but couldn’t hold back, stepped forward and pushed him aside: “Are you wiping Perfection’s hair or brushing a puppy? So rough, get away, let me do it.”
Feng Jingcheng clicked his tongue: “This is the force I use to wipe my own hair!”
Nan Yuanman watched the two brothers bicker with a smile the whole time.
After her hair was dried and she changed into comfortable casual clothes, she got in the car with Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu and left the manor.
Just as the car drove out of the manor gates, a black shadow suddenly rushed out ahead, spreading his arms to block the car.
Feng Yanxiu’s heart nearly jumped out of his throat, and he hurriedly slammed on the brakes, barely stopping the car.
He angrily rolled down the car window, about to curse at the person, but saw that person suddenly lunge toward the half-open car window where Nan Yuanman was sitting: “Perfection! Your grandfather… Jiang Tianzong is dead!”
Jiang Lixuan, who had received the death notice of Jiang Tianzong, had been waiting outside the manor for a day and a night, and finally caught Nan Yuanman.
Jiang Lixuan’s eyes were bloodshot, he clutched at the car window, breathing heavily, and asked her word by word: “His death, does it have anything to do with you?”
What he really wanted to ask was, was it… you who killed him?
Nan Yuanman and Feng Jingcheng were both startled by Jiang Lixuan who lunged over, and upon hearing his words, Feng Jingcheng’s face instantly darkened: “Are you sick? Jiang Tianzong’s death is what he deserved, what does it have to do with our family’s Perfection?”
Jiang Lixuan didn’t retort, just stared intently at Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman decisively shook her head: “Has nothing to do with me.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Lixuan’s body went weak and he slumped down: “Good if it has nothing to do with you, good if it has nothing to do with you…”
Heaven knows how afraid he was to hear Nan Yuanman say that Jiang Tianzong’s death had something to do with her.
After all, no matter how unworthy Jiang Tianzong was, he was still his father, the father who had doted on him for years, and Nan Yuanman was the only child his younger sister left behind, his only niece.
If… if his death really had something to do with Nan Yuanman, Jiang Lixuan had no idea how he would face her in the future.
“Done asking? Can you leave now? We have urgent business, you’re really in the way.” Nan Yuanman pushed at the car window, her voice sweet and milky, but her words exceptionally heartless.
“One more thing, one more thing.” Jiang Lixuan took a deep breath, endured the pain in his heart, tried to support his tottering body, lowered his head not daring to look at her: “Do you, do you know where Xin… Jiang Xinxin is?”
When he rushed to the morgue after receiving Jiang Tianzong’s death notice, there was only Jiang Tianzong’s corpse inside, no trace of Jiang Xinxin.
He had no choice but to come ask Nan Yuanman for help.
He was also afraid that Jiang Xinxin would come looking for trouble with Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman: “I don’t know.”
“O-okay.” Jiang Lixuan’s lips parted slightly, his body staggered back a step: “Sorry to bother you.”
Nan Yuanman didn’t even look at him, closed the car window, and told Feng Yanxiu to drive away.
Jiang Lixuan stood there dazed, watching the car drive off into the distance, his mind replaying the intimate way Nan Yuanman was with Feng Jingcheng just now, and he couldn’t help thinking, if from the beginning, Bai Wenyin hadn’t been driven out of the Jiang family.
Or, when he brought Nan Yuanman back from Batang Village, if he had been nicer to her, then her attitude toward him wouldn’t be so cold?
She wouldn’t have said he was in the way like just now…
But time wouldn’t turn back, there was no regret medicine in the world, no matter how much Jiang Lixuan regretted, the relationship between him and Nan Yuanman could not be repaired.
Jiang Lixuan raised his hand, covered his reddening eyes, and the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated wildly.
He suppressed the sourness at the tip of his nose, took out the mobile phone to answer the call, and Jiang Hengzhi’s voice came from inside: “Xin Xin is back in S City, did you find Father?”
“Xin Xin went back?” Jiang Lixuan was a bit surprised, and upon hearing him mention Jiang Tianzong, he paused slightly before hoarsely and difficultly saying: “Second Brother, Dad he…”
“Died.”
Jiang Hengzhi’s pupils contracted sharply, and the mobile phone in his hand dropped to the ground with a clatter.
Jiang Xinxin, no, Jiang Zhen, who was sitting on the hospital bench shaking her legs, looking left and right, seeming curious about everything, looked at him puzzled and asked sweetly: “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Hengzhi ignored her, panicked to pick up the mobile phone, but heard Jiang Zhen continue: “Ah, looking at you like this, Jiang Tianzong must be dead, what a pity.”
Jiang Hengzhi’s movements paused, he slowly turned his head, and looked at ‘Jiang Xinxin’ with extreme pressure.
Jiang Hengzhi: “You…”
