Chapter 89: “thud”
“Ahhhh! What are you! Don’t come over! Go away go away! If you come closer, I’m calling the police to arrest you!”
Nan Yuanman slapped her forehead. There were too many things going on, and she had forgotten about the vengeful ghost she had locked in the small coffin before.
She quickly took the small coffin out of her shoulder bag and opened the coffin lid. The vengeful ghost, who had been chased all over the place inside the small coffin by Old Master Nan, came rushing out with loud wails.
Feng Langqing, who was still passed out on the back seat of the car, vaguely heard someone wailing loudly in his daze. He clutched his head, opened his eyes, and sat up propping himself against the car seat: “Why is it so noisy…?”
He had just sat up when the vengeful ghost, in a blind panic, rushed straight into the car. Feng Langqing looked up and came face-to-face with a completely disfigured face—
The cheeks were corroded over a large area, the nose was just a pitch-black hole, the eye sockets were bulging black, and the only intact eyeball had popped out from the socket, hanging outside on thin tendons, swinging back and forth in the air with the vengeful ghost’s movements.
Feng Langqing: “!!!”
“Ghost!—!!”
His eyes rolled back, and with a thud, he passed out again, his body collapsing heavily onto the back seat.
Vengeful ghost: “!!”
“Oh my god! Young man! Are you holding your breath to death!” He was startled by Feng Langqing and instinctively reached out to support him, but Feng Langqing’s body passed right through his rotten hand.
The vengeful ghost stared blankly at that hand, only realizing belatedly that he seemed… to already be dead.
Fragmented memory fragments flashed through the vengeful ghost’s mind. He was overcome with grief, the grievance and ghost energy on his body suddenly surged, his soul body trembled violently, and his eyeball slowly turned red.
He was dead. How could he be dead?
Feng Yuli, who hadn’t yet returned the talisman to Nan Yuanman, saw such a terrifying soul body for the first time. His body stiffened slightly, and he instinctively wanted to pull Nan Yuanman behind him.
Nan Yuanman took out a talisman from her shoulder bag. Her chubby little hand chanted incantations and slapped the talisman into the vengeful ghost’s body, suppressing the grievance that kept generating in him: “Uncle! Calm down a bit!”
As the talisman entered his body and the grievance was suppressed, the vengeful ghost’s sanity recovered a little. He stiffly turned his neck, looking particularly bewildered as he murmured: “Uh… how did I die?”
He clearly remembered that he had been sleeping soundly at home, and he had locked the door before going to sleep. Why had he died?
Nan Yuanman comforted him: “It’s normal not to remember the cause of your own death. Uncle, calm down first. Tomorrow I’ll take you to find that big brother you latched onto today. He might know you.”
The vengeful ghost’s eyes welled up with tears: “Is it normal that I can’t remember my own name either?”
Nan Yuanman nodded solemnly with her little face: “Normal.”
Hearing this, the vengeful ghost felt a bit better. He drifted unsteadily toward Nan Yuanman, looking particularly dejected.
Feng Yuli’s facial muscles twitched. Summoning courage, he stood in front of Nan Yuanman, blocking the vengeful ghost from approaching her.
Nan Yuanman blinked, not refusing Feng Yuli’s kind intention, and obediently stood behind him.
The vengeful ghost didn’t mind either. He dejectedly squatted on the ground, disguising himself as a mushroom, muttering: “I’m not even twenty yet. I haven’t even eaten white flour. How did I just die like this…”
Seeing that the vengeful ghost wasn’t stubbornly approaching, Feng Yuli finally breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at him and took Nan Yuanman’s hand.
The child’s hand was soft and plump, feeling like holding a ball of cotton in his hand, making Feng Yuli instinctively lighten his grip. He said softly: “It’s getting late now. Shall we go in first to wash up, eat something, and rest?”
“Tomorrow I’ll take you to get familiar with this manor properly. If you want… you can also go to the hospital to see your biological father.”
Nan Yuanman nodded obediently: “Okay.”
After arranging for the driver to take another car to send the reluctant Meng Qinian home, Feng Yuli held Nan Yuanman’s hand and entered the manor.
The Feng family’s manor in S City was located in the lake scenic area in the city center, with excellent surrounding greenery, beautiful mountains and clear waters. Compared to Tai Gu Villa Area, it had more elegance and less liveliness.
The servants that Feng Langqing had arranged in advance stood on both sides of the manor, smiling brightly and calling out warmly: “Welcome home, Miss.”
The young butler in a black suit stepped forward with a gentle and warm smile: “Eldest Young Master, the meal and bath water are ready. Miss’s change of clothes have also been ironed clean and hung in her closet.”
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Nan Yuanman several times. There was no malice in his eyes, only full of curiosity.
Was this the child that the patriarch had left outside?
Nan Yuanman noticed the butler’s gaze and gave him a sweet and soft smile. The butler’s tone paused slightly, his heart feeling struck by something, sweet and tingling, his voice unconsciously softening.
“Since I didn’t know what type of clothes Miss likes to wear, I prepared a few pieces of every category. Eldest Miss, you can tell me anytime if you have any preferences~”
Nan Yuanman nodded: “Okay, thank you.”
The smile on the butler’s face grew even brighter. What a polite child!
Feng Yuli nodded slightly: “You’ve worked hard, A You. By the way, call the security team to carry Third Young Master down from the car.”
A You was surprised: “What happened to Third Young Master? Is he injured?”
Feng Yuli said flatly: “No, his psychological resilience is too poor. He was scared unconscious.”
A You: “?”
While A You arranged for people to bring Feng Langqing down from the car, Feng Yuli had already taken Nan Yuanman to her room.
Nan Yuanman’s room was on the second floor near the staircase. It was very spacious inside, with a large French balcony. The decor was in pink and blue tones, and the large bed placed in the center was a pink princess bed.
Pink and blue gauze curtains were arranged above, draping down on both sides. The headboard had all sorts of cute rag dolls, and the floor was covered with a fluffy carpet to prevent the child from getting hurt if she fell.
At the foot of the bed was a small sofa, as well as a milky white princess vanity mirror. The tabletop had several rows of hair accessories that little children would like.
The entire room had a Western decor style, looking dreamy and fantastical, just like a princess’s room in a fairy tale.
Feng Yuli subtly observed the little girl’s expression and asked gently: “This is what your third brother prepared for you. It was rushed, so it’s not fully ready yet. I wonder if you’ll like it.”
“I like it!” Nan Yuanman was very happy, gesturing excitedly: “I super—super like it! Thank you, big brother. Thank you… that third brother!”
The room the Jiang family members prepared for her was also very pretty, but that was arranged by Grandpa Butler. The Feng family, on the other hand, had Third Brother personally arrange it. Who was more attentive was obvious at a glance.
Feng Yuli breathed a sigh of relief, a smile rising in his eyes: “I’m glad you like it.”
There were too many things that happened today. Feng Yuli didn’t disturb Nan Yuanman too much. After telling her to call him if she needed anything, he left the room, giving her space to process alone.
When Feng Yuli returned to his own room, he remembered that he hadn’t returned the talisman Nan Yuanman had given him.
He looked at the talisman in his palm, thought for a moment, and decided to return it to her tomorrow.
Feng Yuli didn’t dare to keep holding the talisman. He placed it on the bedside table, turned around, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
A few minutes later, his half-open window made a faint “thud” sound. A round thing rolled in from the window…
