Chapter 116: Her Child Is Not Mine

“Weiwei, come back to the Feng family with me.”

His expression was grave.

After Li Jiuwei followed Feng Su back to the Feng family’s old house, the servants all stared at her with strange looks in their eyes.

She felt a surge of doubt; their reactions were simply too odd.

Keen as she was, Li Jiuwei suspected that whatever was happening today must have something to do with her.

In the living room, aside from the Feng family members, there were also people from the Ye family.

Ye Chu sat quietly in a chair, while Madam Feng looked on with a face full of gentle affection.

It was clear from the tension in the air that the matter at hand had yet to be truly resolved, and Wang Nan had not found real release from her troubles.

The kindly expression on his face now made it difficult to connect him with the irascible man he had been at the beginning.

Qi Bingzhong was still on his way, and even if he arrived, he might not command the same authority, so Ye Xun had to see this matter through before he could depart.

Countless people along the way cast curious glances in our direction; after all, our group was quite conspicuous.

Even for a practitioner stripped of their power, to recultivate to their former level would require at least a year or two.

As the haze that had clouded their senses gradually dissipated, Xu Fengyang and Zhou Nianxi grabbed their suitcases, purchased in Tokyo, and rushed out without even greeting Ye Shuangshuang.

The four elderly men had hair of different colors—red, green, purple, and white. Sitting together, they were like a living tableau. Their features were striking, almost unnaturally handsome, yet they exuded an eerie charm.

Ye Xun waved his hand dismissively. If that fellow said anything more sentimental, he feared he would be unable to resist putting him in his place.

“This way,” Ruan Xin said, quickly catching up, a little disheartened. She wanted to flare up as she used to, but now, dressed as a man, she found it impossible to act as before—so she forced herself to remain composed and lead the way.

Otherwise, with the Jiang family’s background, there was no way he would be allowed to get engaged again while not even being single.

Who could say how many restless souls were trapped within those walls? For a fleeting moment, Zhao Xiaoxian even felt the urge to turn and leave.

Listening to the lively discussions among his coworkers, Duan Chengliang could not help but sigh inwardly. He had only just arrived, and already he would likely spend the Spring Festival here, lost in the endless talk of sacrifice and dedication.

Helian Huo sensed the power behind the palm strike, and his face changed slightly. He thrust out a fist, and as fist met palm, the flames shattered and he staggered back a dozen steps.

Jiang Xiulan’s son was deliberately raised to be a fool, and Lu Yuan, knowing this, felt very satisfied—the smile on her face growing ever wider.

“Whether I am a true man or not is not for you to define,” Zhao Xiaoxian declared boldly. “Let me be clear—I am here for vengeance. As for what vengeance, I believe you all know. If anyone still wants to play dumb, step forward and let’s settle it.”

The Luo family’s need for this partnership, and for fostering ties with Star, was crucial to their standing in the perfume industry—of this, Lin Ruya was well aware.

Moreover, the will of Heaven had, through some special method of divination, given Ye Qingyun a hint.

Duan Chengliang, lost in thought for a moment, glanced over at Qin Huairu, who stood to the side, a faint blush on her cheeks. Only then did he remember—she had only come to borrow some flour.

Aunt Qiu, Aunt Zou, Aunt Tian, and Aunt Sun, along with Lan Chu, watched the maids and older servants intently as they brought in dish after dish, poured tea, and handed out warm towels, afraid that even the slightest mistake might occur.

Wang Ying glanced again at the memorial tablet before him. After a moment, Chenglong stepped forward, bowed three times before the spirit altar, and then lit a stick of incense. In front of the memorial, a multicolored dagger had also been placed.

If the rot runs deep, there is no reason for such a thing to exist at all. Back when there were only three people in the family, wasn’t life peaceful enough?

For many, this might be the most coveted opportunity of all, but for Jiang Lin—whose heart had already turned to ashes and who no longer wished to live—it had become a burden, one that made him long to let everything go, to end it all in death.