Chapter 70: Nan Yuanman: !!!
The next second, Feng Yuli’s mobile phone received a barrage of calls from Feng Xingchi.
He calmly added Feng Xingchi to the blacklist with exceptional composure, making his constantly vibrating mobile phone quiet down.
Feng Langqing found it amusing inwardly: “You blacklisted Second Brother. He’ll go crazy later.”
Feng Yuli snorted with a laugh: “If he goes crazy, so be it. He goes crazy plenty at home usually anyway.”
He flipped through the chat with Meng Qinian, discovered that he hadn’t replied to the message he sent this morning, thought for a moment, and then called him.
At this time, Meng Qinian had already driven into Wanhe Hospital.
He parked the car in the underground parking lot and happily ran toward the hospital room. When he turned a corner, he collided head-on with someone wearing a white coat.
“Ouch!” Meng Qinian directly hit the pen in his pocket, making his nose tip bright red. He couldn’t hold back a cry of pain, his body staggered backward, and the information in his hand dropped to the ground with a clatter.
The document bag’s clasp was slightly loose, and some of the information inside scattered out a bit.
“Sorry.” A low male voice carried an apology. Jiang Yunjing quickly reached out to support Meng Qinian: “I didn’t notice anyone. Sorry.”
After Meng Qinian steadied himself while covering his nose, he bent down to pick up the document bag from the ground for him. When he saw the words “Nan Yuanman” on top of the slightly scattered information inside, his movements paused slightly.
“It’s fine.” After enduring the pain in his nose, Meng Qinian quickly snatched the document bag back: “Just be more careful next time.”
With that, he grimaced while covering his nose and walked toward Feng Congqian’s hospital room.
Jiang Yunjing didn’t leave in a hurry. He stood in place, gazing at Meng Qinian’s back with slightly deepened eyes, a hint of contemplation in his gaze.
Same name and surname?
He remembered… the daughter Bai Wenyin brought back by Old Five was also called Nan Yuanman…
And the information in that document bag just now seemed to be… a paternity test?
After pondering for a while, Jiang Yunjing took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Lixuan’s number…
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The undercurrents surging in S City had nothing to do with Nan Yuanman.
The little girl was lying leisurely on the bamboo lounge chair after a long time, swinging her little feet contentedly, blowing the faint grass-scented breeze in the yard as she waited for Yao Xianglu to return.
Yao Xianglu had been gone too long, and she had been climbing up and down today, gradually exhausting her energy. While waiting, her little head tilted, and she fell asleep sitting on the lounge chair.
She didn’t know how long she had slept when, in a daze, Nan Yuanman suddenly felt a bit cold all over.
She shivered and opened her eyes in slight bewilderment, only to suddenly discover that she seemed to have arrived in a pitch-black space where she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face.
Still somewhat sleepy, Nan Yuanman was startled awake. She vigilantly looked around up, down, left, and right, seeing neither the house nor anyone.
“Am I dreaming?” Nan Yuanman muttered to herself and pinched her little arm, immediately sucking in a breath of cold air from the pain.
It hurt, so it wasn’t a dream!
The little girl immediately grew tense, clenching her hands into fists, and called out vigilantly in a small voice: “Grandpa, Xiao Hong, Xiao Cao, Zhuang Zhuang!”
Her childish voice echoed in the space, but there was no response at all.
At that moment, a beam of light suddenly appeared ahead.
Nan Yuanman didn’t dare stay in this pitch-black place any longer and ran toward where the beam of light had appeared with her short legs pattering.
After running and running, not knowing how long, an adult man bound all over in black-red silk threads with his eyes tightly closed appeared in Nan Yuanman’s sight.
The black-red silk threads behind him were dense, just like the spider web woven by the mountain spiders she had seen on the mountain before, densely trapping the prey within.
Nan Yuanman’s eyes widened slightly: “What… is this thing?”
Nan Yuanman’s body had been strengthened, her senses more acute. She could feel an extremely evil sensation emanating from these dense black-red silk threads.
These black-red silk threads were controlling and trapping the uncle in front of her.
This uncle… was in great pain.
Nan Yuanman didn’t rush forward. She observed warily for a while before slowly approaching like a small animal.
Her little chubby hand instinctively reached in, but came up empty. Looking down, she realized her shoulder bag hadn’t come with her.
Nan Yuanman hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently grasped the uncle’s dangling fingers: “Uncle… Uncle… wake up.”
The moment she grasped his fingers, the man’s eyelashes, previously tightly closed, trembled violently, as if he was about to wake up.
The black-red silk threads trapping him seemed to sense he was waking and suddenly tightened around him, squeezing cracks into his body.
At the same time, some of them branched off and thrust straight toward Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman: “!!”
She quickly let go, rolled on the ground, and scrambled away to dodge these threads that seemed alive, yelling loudly: “Grandpa! Xiao Hong! Xiao Cao! Zhuang Zhuang! Help—!”
At that time, in reality.
The little girl lying asleep on the bamboo chair trembled slightly, her brows furrowed tightly, her little mouth slightly open, murmuring softly: “Xiao Hong… Grandpa… help…”
The shoulder bag she was holding in her arms moved slightly. Xiao Cao, sensing something wrong, poked out a head to look at her, then reached into the shoulder bag.
She forcefully pulled Xiao Hong out of the shoulder bag with both hands and hurled it toward Nan Yuanman’s forehead.
At the same time, Nan Yuanman, who was being chased by the black-red silk threads while scrambling away, seemed to sense something. She quickly looked up and saw a red small coffin descending from the sky, landing with a thud in front of her, blocking those threads like sharp arrows.
“Bang bang bang!!”
The threads smashed onto the small coffin, causing her no harm at all.
Nan Yuanman flipped onto Xiao Hong, pointing her chubby little finger at the man desperately struggling to wake up, and said: “Xiao Hong, save that uncle!”
Xiao Hong slid toward the man as instructed, knocking away and breaking those black-red silk threads along the way. Those black-red silk threads couldn’t get close to Nan Yuanman at all.
Xiao Hong reached the young man’s side. Just as Nan Yuanman grasped the man’s hand, the surrounding space suddenly shook violently, and the pitch-black space abruptly cracked open.
A fissure cracked open beneath Xiao Hong. Nan Yuanman, riding on Xiao Hong, plummeted down.
Nan Yuanman: “!!!”
“Aaaaah—!!”
The intense weightlessness made her cry out, her little chubby hands flailing in the air, and with a slap, she seemed to hit something.
This slap also startled Nan Yuanman back to her senses.
She opened her eyes and abruptly sat up from the lounge chair, gasping for fresh air. Her steamed bun face was covered in cold sweat and fear.
“Little Master, what’s wrong? Nightmare?” Yao Xianglu, ignoring her cheek that had just been slapped by Nan Yuanman, saw her drenched and panicked pitiful appearance and quickly comforted her softly: “It’s okay, it was just a dream.”
She blinked slowly, gradually coming back to herself: “Yeah, I must have just had a night…???”
Before the little girl could finish speaking, she met the eyes of a man standing in front of her, staring at her in bewilderment.
The man looked at the little bean in front of him and tentatively greeted: “Hello, you… can you see me?”
Nan Yuanman: “!!!!”
