He's been missing for half a month, and he's lost his mind. What kind of supernatural nonsense is this?
Assistant: "Yes, Mr. President."
Feng Zining glanced at the contents of the chat box again, her gaze falling on Feng Jingcheng's statement that he had seen his mother. She rubbed her temples and said, "...Never mind, I'll take him to see her myself after get off work today."
Assistant: "...Yes, President."
After the assistant left, Feng Zining replied to Feng Jingcheng: "[Of course I believe you. Aren't you a ghost? A debt-collecting ghost.]"
Feng Jingcheng: [How did I become a debt collector?]
Feng Zining: [Smiling/Every morning when I wake up, the first thing he asks me is, "Brother, give me some money." What else could this be but a debt collector?]
Feng Jingcheng was speechless. He gritted his teeth, looked down at Nan Yuanman who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and suddenly had an idea.
You don't believe in ghosts, huh? He'll bring Yuanman to the company right now and show his brother what a sight to behold!
So the car, which was originally heading smoothly toward the Feng family, turned around and drove toward the Feng Group.
Feng Zining waited until Feng Jingcheng didn't reply before putting down his phone, rubbing his sore shoulders wearily, putting in two drops of eye drops, and continuing to look at the documents.
After Feng Congqian woke up, he did help him take on a lot of work, but Feng Zining was used to being busy. When the pace suddenly slowed down, he felt a little lost and simply continued with his previous lifestyle.
However... he did need to take some time to go back to the Feng family and see his newly returned sister.
I was on a business trip before and didn't have time, but now that I'm back in Beijing, it would be impolite not to go back soon.
As Feng Zining pondered what gift he should bring to Nan Yuanman when they first met, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. His already aching left shoulder felt a chill, as if something was clinging to it.
Feng Zining frowned, rubbed his shoulder again, and thought to himself that he would have to find some time to go to the hospital to have his shoulder checked.
This pain can't go on forever.
In a dimension unseen by Feng Zining, a female ghost in a white dress, soaking wet and with a face swollen like a steamed bun, was clinging to him, staring at him with a look of fascination, murmuring, "So handsome, so handsome..."
"Men who are focused on their work are definitely the most handsome. A man like that deserves a woman like me..."
"Feng Zining, I love you, I love you, I love you..."
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Half an hour later.
The car drove into the basement of the Feng Group. Feng Jingcheng carried Nan Yuanman out of the car, and she woke up.
Nan Yuanman sat in his lap, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking around: "Sixth Brother, aren't we going home? Where is this?"
"This is our company headquarters. I've brought you here to meet your fourth brother." Feng Jingcheng took out a baby wipe from his pocket, tore it open, and awkwardly and gently wiped her face.
The cool, damp wipes dispelled Nan Yuanman's drowsiness. Feng Jingcheng pinched her messy little hair and clicked his tongue, saying, "You'll have your fourth brother help you tie your hair later. He used to love messing around with these things when he was little."
Nan Yuanman replied in a soft, sweet voice, "Okay!"
The elevator went all the way to the top floor.
As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Nan Yuanman saw a room filled with dark, gloomy energy. The dense, ghostly aura made her sneeze involuntarily: "Achoo!"
Feng Jingcheng nervously touched her palm: "Why did you suddenly sneeze? Did you catch a cold?"
"No." Nan Yuanman shook her little head, rubbed her nose which was particularly cold from the yin energy, and frowned as she pointed to the office: "Sixth brother, what is that place?"
Feng Jingcheng followed her finger and saw the words "President's Office" in large characters. His heart sank: "Perfect, what's in there?"
Nan Yuanman nodded emphatically: "There is a very strong ghostly aura and yin energy!"
Feng Jingcheng panicked and hurriedly ran over with Nan Yuanman in his arms. He ignored the security information and the assistant who was about to come out to greet him.
"Big brother!" Feng Jingcheng kicked the door open with a loud bang, yelling, "Don't you dare die!!"
Feng Zining, who was sitting behind his desk signing a contract, was startled. The strokes on the contract he was signing turned into a long line, rendering the contract unusable.
Feng Zining: "..."
Feng Zining's forehead veins throbbed: "Feng, Jing, Cheng!"
"You'd better give me an explanation!"
When Feng Jingcheng saw Feng Zining sitting unharmed behind his desk, he knew he had acted impulsively. But he had just experienced being trapped in the hospital by ghosts for half a month and then the incident with the wedding dress ghost, so he couldn't help but think more about it!
He gave an awkward laugh, hugging Nan Yuanman as he backed away: "Big brother, you, you hear me explain... I..."
Nan Yuanman stared intently at the white-clad female ghost, soaking wet, clinging to Feng Zining's back. His round face darkened with displeasure. He struggled to get off Feng Jingcheng's arms and said, "Get off my fourth brother's back!"
Feng Zining: "?"
Feng Jingcheng: "!"
Feng Jingcheng's expression changed slightly. He turned around and closed the office door, blocking the probing gazes of his assistants outside.
Feng Zining subconsciously glanced back at his back, which was completely clean and bare.
He turned his head to look at the adorable little dumpling, and hesitantly asked, "Um... who are you talking to?"
Nan Yuanman didn't answer him, staring intently at the white-clad female ghost, her childish voice becoming more forceful: "I'll say it again! Get down!"
The white-clad female ghost clung to Feng Zining's neck, shaking her head frantically: "No! Why should I get down just because you tell me to! I like him, I love him, and I want to be with him for all eternity!"
She glared angrily at Nan Yuanman, revealing her hideous, ghostly appearance after death, and threatened her: "Little brat! I'm warning you, don't meddle in other people's business! Don't think that just because you're Zining's sister, I won't hurt you!"
Feng Zining felt as if something was choking his neck. He frowned and loosened his tie, but the suffocating feeling still lingered.
Nan Yuanman, seeing the flickering flames on Feng Zining's shoulders, grew anxious and immediately pulled out a talisman, throwing it at the female ghost: "You forced me to do this!"
The white-clad female ghost had no idea that this seemingly harmless little dumpling actually carried a talisman. She was directly knocked to the ground by the talisman and screamed in agony.
Feng Zining was stunned when he saw the talisman that Nan Yuanman threw out. Then, he heard a woman's wail and heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him.
Feng Zining turned around abruptly and met the gaze of a face that had been soaked in water and was as grotesque and terrifying as a white steamed bun.
The white-clad female ghost called out to him mournfully, "Brother Zining..."
Feng Zining: "!!!"
Feng Zining jumped up and retreated from the white-clad female ghost as quickly as possible, demanding sharply, "What are you?"
The white-clad female ghost was stung by his retreating movement, and her face was full of sorrow: "Brother Zining, don't you remember me? I am Sheng Hanxiang, your girlfriend!"
Feng Jingcheng: "Oh?"
Nan Yuanman: "Huh?"
Did I hit the wrong ghost? Is this my own ghost?
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