Feng Jingcheng froze, then looked up sharply at the spot where Nan Yuanman was looking, only to see a blurry black shadow.

His throat was dry, his mouth opened and closed, trembling as he couldn't utter a word, but his eyes were fixed on the hazy black shadow, and his eyes gradually reddened.

The female ghost blinked, covered her mouth, and smiled shyly: "Oh dear, how did you figure that out, Little Perfection?"

Nan Yuanman: "Because you've always been by Sixth Brother's side and protected him."

When Nan Yuanman stepped into the formation set up by the villains and entered Feng Jingcheng's illusion, he saw that the female ghost was following him and tirelessly calling out to Feng Jingcheng, trying to wake him up from the illusion.

It was thanks to her that Nan Yuanman was not completely consumed by the idyllic life depicted in the illusion.

In addition, after Feng Jingcheng was rescued, the female ghost stayed by his side, looking at him with a worried expression. She and Feng Jingcheng had very similar eyebrows and eyes.

In the past two weeks, Feng Congqian had spent a lot of time explaining the relationships between family members to her, letting her know that, apart from her, none of the other six children in the Feng family were his biological children.

Nan Yuanman naturally knew that Feng Jingcheng's parents had passed away. Putting all these things together, it wasn't hard to guess the identity of the female ghost.

She had wanted to tell Feng Jingcheng about it before going to bed, but she was too sleepy and her mind was full of sleep, so she forgot...

The female ghost sighed, glanced at Feng Jingcheng who was staring intently at her with red-rimmed eyes, and introduced with a smile: "Then let's formally get to know each other. My name is Yue Yaxin, and I should be your... um, aunt?"

Nan Yuanman blinked and obediently greeted Auntie while hugging her blanket: "Hello, Auntie."

Feng Jingcheng couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Nan Yuanman's chubby little hand, his voice hoarse and strained: "Yuan...Yuanman, is my mother really here? I want to see her. Can you let me see her?"

Nan Yuanman then remembered that she hadn't opened Feng Jingcheng's Yin-Yang Eyes yet. She first looked at Yue Yaxin questioningly, and only after Yue Yaxin hurriedly concealed her dead appearance and restored her to her appearance before life did she nod: "Okay."

She reached out and tapped Feng Jingcheng's forehead.

Feng Jingcheng suddenly felt a chill penetrate his eyes, causing him to instinctively close them. When he opened them again, he saw Yue Yaxin standing in front of him with a smile, waving at him: "Third brother, long time no see."

Feng Jingcheng felt his mind go blank, his pupils dilated slightly, his mouth opened and closed and he silently called out "Mom," and tears streamed down his face.

He had thought he would have a lot to say when he saw his mother again, but he couldn't say a word. An overwhelming bitterness welled up in his throat, covering his nose and eyes, making him want to cry.

Yue Yaxin never expected that Feng Jingcheng, who hadn't cried even when his racing leg was broken, would cry like a baby when he saw her. Her smile vanished instantly, and she frantically reached out to him, wanting to wipe his tears: "Oh dear, why are you crying when you're such a grown man?"

But her hand passed right through Feng Jingcheng's cheek.

Yue Yaxin paused slightly, and her eyes reddened.

She forgot that she was already dead, and couldn't even wipe his tears anymore.

Feng Jingcheng cried even harder, choking out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mom... I'm sorry..."

"It's all my fault... If... if I hadn't insisted that you come with me to the museum, we wouldn't have been shot on the way, and you wouldn't have risked your lives to protect me..."

"It's my fault, I'm the one who deserves to die the most... I'm sorry, Mom..."

When Yue Yaxin and her husband Feng Junhao had their accident, Feng Jingcheng was only fifteen years old. At that time, she and her husband went to the United States to attend a multinational conference. Feng Jingcheng happened to be on summer vacation and had time to go to the United States with them.

After the meeting, they had already returned to their hotel. Feng Jingcheng suddenly wanted to visit a museum in the United States. Yue Yaxin felt that she was usually busy and didn't have much time to spend with her child, so she asked the driver to take a detour.

Unexpectedly, on their way there they came across a shootout between two local gangs. The driver tried to escape but it was too late; he was shot in the chest and the car went out of control and crashed into a lamppost.

Yue Yaxin, Feng Junhao, and Feng Jingcheng all suffered different injuries. At first, they just wanted to hide in the car and wait for the gunfight to end. However, their bad luck continued when the car's fuel tank was damaged, causing gasoline to leak and putting the car at risk of exploding.

Left with no other choice, they had to evacuate from the car. She and Feng Junhao protected Feng Jingcheng as they fled, but they were a bit unlucky. Just as they were about to escape, the gangsters mistook them for their accomplices and opened fire on them.

She and Feng Junhao shielded Feng Jingcheng from the bullets with their bodies, and both of them died on the spot. Only Feng Jingcheng, who was protected by them, was rescued by the bodyguards who arrived at the scene.

Yue Yaxin and Feng Junhao shielded him with their bodies, and the sight of them collapsing covered in blood became a lifelong nightmare for Feng Jingcheng.

He always felt that he was the one who killed his parents. If he hadn't suddenly decided to go to the museum, they wouldn't have encountered the gang fight, and none of the subsequent events would have happened.

He... is still a child loved by his parents.

"You silly child! How could you say that? Your father and mother risked their lives to save you, so you would ruin yourself like this and curse yourself like this?"

Yue Yaxin angrily reached out and smacked him on the head, but it only brought a slight breeze to Feng Jingcheng.

Nan Yuanman tilted his head and looked for a while, then took a small handbag from the bedside table, rummaged around inside, took out a talisman, rolled it into the shape of a stick, and flicked his wrist, causing flames to ignite.

When the talisman burned out, Yue Yaxin had a small stick in her hand.

The little dumpling said in a serious, childish voice, "Auntie, use this to hit me, this will hit me, and it will hurt really badly."

Yue Yaxin smiled kindly at her: "Good girl."

When she turned to look at Feng Jingcheng, her face darkened, and she lashed the stick in her hand at his buttocks: "You still have the nerve to apologize to me? If you really feel sorry for me and your father, you should study harder and become a useful member of society!"

"Instead of spending your days flirting with cats and dogs, drinking and chasing girls! And secretly going racing cars! I think your apologies are all fake!"

Yue Yaxin grew angrier as she spoke, brandishing the stick with ferocious force: "Going to hell and high places for thrills! Feng Jingcheng, I think you're asking for a beating!"

The stick struck his buttocks, and an indescribable pain exploded instantly. The pain was so intense that Feng Jingcheng forgot to cry and let out a miserable howl, jumping off the bed.

"Mommy, Mommy! Please calm down! I won't do it again! I'll never do it again!"

"You don't dare? I think you dare a lot! I've seen how much trouble you've caused your second uncle over the years! And your sister is coming back, as her brother, you should go back to see her and bring her some gifts! But what have you done?"

Yue Yaxin sneered and chased him around the ward: "No gifts, just causing trouble for everyone! Aren't you ashamed!"

This meal of bamboo shoots and pork, a memory from Feng Jingcheng, dispelled the sorrow in his heart, leaving only the pain in his grimaces and the shame of being slapped in front of his sister.

He knelt down smoothly in a flash: "Mom! I was really wrong! I'll never do it again!" He will definitely turn over a new leaf and become a good person!

Feng Jingcheng pursed his lips and stiffened his neck, saying, "But I don't agree with what you said. The trouble I caused my second uncle was the least of it!"

A hint of hatred involuntarily flashed across his face: "I have evidence to prove that my second uncle was also involved in what happened back then!"