Zhou Jingchuan's parents watched through the glass as he screamed hysterically, and cried as they told the doctor that he had mental problems.
His mother wiped away her tears and said, "He used to be such a well-behaved child. I don't know why he's become like this. Doctor, he must be sick. You must cure him."
His father said with a pained expression, "Jingchuan, don't be afraid. As long as you get better, your father and mother will come to take you home."
Their so-called cure is simply turning him back into the puppet he used to be, someone who would only obey their orders.
How could Zhou Jingchuan possibly agree to that?
He really acted like a mental patient, making a scene at the hospital and arguing with his parents. Every time they came to see him, their eyes were filled with increasing disappointment.
until……
His parents visited him again the day before the hospital fire.
This time, his mother stroked her belly with a happy expression and told him, "Jingchuan, you have a younger brother."
"Your parents have raised you to adulthood and have done everything they could for you. Once you recover, your father will come to take you home. You can do whatever you want then; we won't interfere anymore."
Hearing that they were letting him go, Zhou Jingchuan felt neither joy nor sadness, but rather emptiness and uncertainty about the future.
He didn't know what to do next.
However, he never got to see his father pick him up; the mental hospital caught fire that very night.
Zhou Jingchuan shrugged and said with a smile, "I was awakened when the fire started. I had a chance to run out, but I didn't."
Living is meaningless; it's better to die and start over.
not to mention……
Even if he dies, his parents probably won't react at all, right? After all, they already have new children.
Feng Jingcheng looked at Zhou Jingchuan with sympathy: "Brother, you really are... pretty pitiful."
After hearing this, Nan Yuanman felt a little down. She scratched her head and subconsciously comforted him, "It's okay, you're free now, no one will control you anymore."
She emphasized, "Even your bad parents can't interfere with you!"
"From now on, you can do whatever you want, play games if you want, or run around like crazy if you want."
"Oh, no, that's not right either. You can't hurt people, you can't harm people, otherwise I'll have no choice but to send you to the underworld!"
Zhou Jingchuan stared blankly at the little dumpling, feeling a pang of tenderness in his heart. This was the first time someone had spoken to him like this, both before and after his death.
He is free.
Is he really... free?
Zhou Jingchuan's eyes flickered slightly, he scoffed, waved his hand, and continued to inhale deeply into the incense: "Of course! Now, apart from the master, no one can control me, hehe!"
"As long as you behave, I won't restrict you too much." Nan Yuanman patted his shoulder and assured him in a childish voice.
After they finished their conversation, Yue Yaxin and Feng Zining also came out of the study.
Both the human and the ghost had red eyes. Feng Zining's originally cold and hard temperament softened a lot, and his gloomy brows relaxed a bit.
He quickly walked up to Nan Yuanman, picked her up from the ground, and kissed her soft cheek with reverence and gratitude: "Yuanman, thank you."
Thank you for making me have no regrets.
Children's skin is delicate, and Feng Zining hadn't shaved today, so the stubble prickled Nan Yuanman's skin, making her giggle and shrink her neck to hide: "Ouch, big cousin, your beard is so prickly!"
Feng Zining deliberately rubbed his face lightly against hers: "No, right? Big cousin doesn't have a beard. Yuanman, feel it again."
"Yes, yes, it tickles so much." Nan Yuanman stretched out her little hand and pushed his face.
Feng Jingcheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he rescued Nan Yuanman from his grasp and rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Childish!"
Feng Zining chuckled: "Yes, yes, you're the most mature, Sixth Master Feng."
Feng Jingcheng: "..."
"Don't call me that!" How embarrassing!
"What? Isn't that a powerful title? Sixth Master Feng?"
"Feng Zining!"
Yue Yaxin watched the three siblings playing with a smile.
After making a scene, Feng Zining suddenly said, "I'll call the second brother later. Let's go home tonight."
The home he was referring to was the Feng Family Manor.
After their parents' accident, the three of them moved out of the manor and their contact with Feng Congqian became very distant.
Even though Feng Zining rationally knew that his parents' deaths had nothing to do with Feng Congqian, he was the one who benefited, so it was hard for him not to feel resentful.
But Mother was right. The Feng family's direct bloodline is now reduced to just these few people. If there is another split, outsiders could easily take advantage of the situation.
She also wanted them to get along well with Feng Congqian and restore their previous relationship.
"Will that stubborn mule, the second brother, come back?" Feng Jingcheng felt a headache just thinking about Feng Yanxiu's stubborn temper.
Feng Yanxiu was different from them; even if they left the Feng family, their activities were still confined to the capital.
This guy, on the other hand, passed the civil engineer exam and went all over the country. Except for popping up on a fixed weekend every week, he's as quiet as if he's dead the rest of the time.
As he left, he made a bold statement, vowing to achieve something even better than the Feng family's.
Right now, there's not a spark yet.
Feng Zining also felt a bit of a headache: "I'll contact him later and see."
Nan Yuanman listened with curiosity, unable to help but wonder to himself, "Why do they say Fifth Brother is a stubborn donkey? Is Fifth Brother not human? Is he a donkey demon?"
The sky is blue and clear, the grass is green and fragrant, and the little lamb grows stronger day by day as it slowly grows up…
The Nan Yuanman watch rang, and a video call popped up. She clicked to answer, and Feng Xingchi's handsome face appeared in the video.
Nanmanyuan joyfully called out to him, "Second Brother!"
"Yuanman, do you miss your second brother?" Feng Xingchi greeted her with a smile, his voice so gentle it could melt your heart.
Feng Jingcheng shuddered and leaned closer with a look of disgust: "Feng Xingchi, can you please not speak so rudely?"
Feng Xingchi was surprised to see Nan Yuanman next to Feng Jingcheng, and he rolled his eyes at him with obvious disdain: "What's wrong with me clamping my legs? It's not like I'm clamping yours. Get out of my way and stop blocking my view of Yuanman."
Nan Yuanman stuck out her little bottom and pushed Feng Jingcheng aside, replying in a childish voice, "I want to! I really, really want to! Second brother, when will you finish work?"
"Soon, I'll be able to go back and see Yuanman tomorrow." Feng Xingchi said, "By the way, Yuanman, the Tai Sui meat you asked me to investigate has been found."
"My subordinate said he bought it from an online store because he thought it had a good meaning, so he bought it as a gift for me. I'll send you the link to that online store in a bit."
"Ask your sixth brother to help you with it."
Nan Yuanman's eyes brightened slightly, and he nodded: "Okay."
Having not seen Feng Xingchi for a long time, Nan Yuanman had a lot to say to him. The little girl chattered like a lark, telling him everything that had happened during this time.
Feng Zining and Feng Jingcheng felt a pang of jealousy. Why did it seem like Xiao Yuanman was closer to Feng Xingchi? Was it just their imagination?
If Nanmanyuan could hear their inner thoughts, he would definitely tell them that it was not an illusion.
After all, the people who came to pick her up first were Feng Yuli, Feng Langqing, and Feng Xingchi, so she felt closer to them.
After reluctantly hanging up the phone with Feng Xingchi, Nan Yuanman missed her older brother Feng Yuli a little. She pouted and sent Feng Yuli a message.
Feng Yuli did not reply to her.
Feng Jingcheng keenly noticed the little girl's change in mood and quickly took her to the toy area to distract her.
You mustn't cry! He has no experience in comforting children!
While things were peaceful in Nanmanyuan, the Zheng family went to great lengths to contact Master Li and obtain information about his residence.
Liu Hui and Zheng Zetao, carrying briefcases, arrived at Master Li's residence under the cover of night.
Master Li's residence was not in a villa or in the suburbs, but in an old district in the eastern part of the capital.
The old town was crowded and poorly soundproofed. When Liu Hui and Zheng Zetao arrived, they could still hear people drinking and playing drinking games from afar.
Liu Hui covered her nose with a handkerchief in disgust: "Honey, this Master Li lives in a place like this, is he really reliable?"
Zheng Zetao glared at her: "Masters are always living in seclusion in the city! What do you know!"
"Let me tell you, keep your mouth shut when you see the master! If you cause Zi'ang to fail to get the Tai Sui meat, I'll divorce you!"
Liu Hui pouted: "I... I just said it offhand..."
As she walked across a patch of sewage, lifting her skirt, a slender woman in a black tracksuit bumped into her shoulder.
Liu Hui staggered back a few steps after being bumped, and angrily grabbed the woman's hand: "Hey! Don't you have eyes? How can you walk like this..."
When Liu Hui saw the woman's face, she was shocked: "You..."
"Jiang Huiqin? What are you doing here?"
Didn't they say that after Sun Jiajun's death, Jiang Huiqin was greatly affected and went abroad?
How come she's here?
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In the old town, in a dimly lit, dilapidated room with a red shrine.
Old Li lay prostrate on the ground, his body trembling slightly. A brand-new pair of sneakers appeared before him, and a clear, gentle voice slowly rang out: "This is the second time."
"Old Li, this is your second failure."
He seemed utterly bewildered: "Is it really that hard for you to kill a five-year-old child?"
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