Wen Qi adjusted his facial expression, stood up and walked over to him, supported the old man, and said softly: "Grandpa, have you used the inkstone? Is it still comfortable?"

Mr. Feng smiled and nodded, "Very good, you and Feng Ce are thoughtful."

Wen Qi helped the old man sit down on the sofa. Zhang Zhenyan smiled and said, "Grandpa, do you want some juice? My sister-in-law and I just squeezed it."

Mr. Feng waved his hand and said, "You guys drink it. My stomach has been feeling uncomfortable these past two days. Please pour me a cup of hot water."

Zhang Zhenyan immediately put down the juice and went to the bar to pour a glass of water for the old man. "The temperature is just right, Grandpa, drink slowly."

The old man took it and smiled with satisfaction. Nothing could make him happier than to have his children around him be sensible and filial when he is old. He drank two sips and asked, "Where's Yangyang?"

Wen Qi sat next to the old man. "Qingyi and Xiaogui are accompanying him to learn to walk in the garden. It's almost time for him to come back." She turned around and asked, "Has Xiaoba returned to the bird room? I'll go check on him later."

Speaking of this, Mr. Feng hurriedly said, "Don't wait, go now. Who would have thought that at my age, I still have to worry about a bird."

"Okay, okay." Wen Qi comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll go and see it now."

When Wen Qi went out, Xiao Gui was helping Yang Yang into the house. She went over, squatted down, and asked with a smile, "Yang Yang, do you want to go with your aunt to see Xiao Ba?"

Yangyang grinned and shouted, "Yes!"

Wen Qi picked up Yang Yang and walked towards the bird room while massaging his calves.

After seeing Xiao Ba, Wen Qi's heart sank completely.

Xiao Ba is very healthy. The reason why he has not spoken much these days and looks a little depressed is because he sensed the deathly aura of Grandpa Feng. Animals are all spiritual, especially those with high IQs, who can better sense the changes in the magnetic field of people around them.

There was a big rattan chair in the bird house. Wen Qi put Yang Yang on it and let him talk to Xiao Ba.

He walked to the door and called Feng Ce. The call was connected quickly, but Wen Qi hadn't figured out how to start the conversation, so he could only remain silent.

Feng Ce sensed something from the silence almost instantly. His eyebrows jumped and he asked, "What happened?"

"Grandpa..." Wen Qi pursed his lips and whispered, "Grandpa's time is coming."

Feng Ce also remained silent. After a while, he responded in a low voice, "I'll go back now."

Wen Qi hummed and consoled, "For us, there is no difference between the soul and the body, and the deadline doesn't mean anything, right?"

"Yes." Feng Ce almost sighed, "Don't be sad."

Wen Qi's eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice trembled, "I'm not sad." Although they could meet in the underworld, Old Man Feng would eventually be reincarnated, and they couldn't keep him forever.

After reincarnation, grandpa is no longer grandpa.

This is the difference between ordinary people and ghosts and gods. Even if ghosts and gods drink Meng Po soup, they may be able to recover their memories of past lives, but it is almost impossible for ordinary people. If they forget, they forget, and when they are reborn, they will have a new life.

Wen Qi did not let her tears flow. She adjusted her mood at the door and put a smile on her face again. Then she took Yang Yang and Xiao Ba to say goodbye and returned to the villa.

On the other side, after Feng Ce hung up the phone, he arranged his next work and did not leave immediately. Instead, he returned to the lounge, opened the gate and returned to Fengdu Palace, summoning the Lord of Yama Palace.

The King of Hell changed his place in the blink of an eye. When he saw the familiar scene around him, he didn't even look up. He just clasped his fists and saluted, "Greetings to the King of Fengdu."

Feng Ce said calmly: "Bring me the Book of Life and Death."

The King of Hell didn't understand, but he didn't dare to disobey. He took out his tablet from his sleeve, opened the Book of Life and Death system, and presented it with both hands.

Feng Ce raised his hand and the tablet appeared in his hand. He tapped it a few times skillfully and found Feng Yunxian's life span, which was 45 days. He stared at it for two seconds with a serious look in his eyes and asked, "I remember that the life span in the Book of Life and Death can be changed?"

The King of Hell was shocked and had some vague guesses. He immediately said earnestly, "That was in the past, Your Majesty. Now it's all electronic. What's decided is decided. There's no way to change it! If you change it rashly, it will cause chaos in the entire system! That's a big problem that affects both the Yin and Yang worlds!"

Feng Ce frowned slightly and threw the tablet back, "I understand, you can go back." After he finished speaking, he opened the gate and went back to the world of the living.

The King of Hell opened the Book of Life and Death and checked the query records. When he saw Feng Yunxian's name, he was shocked. Is this your Majesty's relative in the world of the living? In his heart, your Majesty has always been a wise ruler who clearly distinguishes between public and private affairs! You must not make such a low-level mistake!

When Feng Ce returned to the Feng family, it was dinner time. Feng Xiao also came back on time and brought a bottle of good wine.

The family happily had a reunion dinner, and then went to the teahouse to drink tea and chat. They didn't leave until Mr. Feng felt a little tired.

Wen Qi and Feng Ce returned to the room upstairs.

Wen Qi couldn't help but hug him and said, "I'll do whatever you say." After a pause, she asked, "Should we tell Grandpa about this?"

Feng Ce shook his head, "No, if I know the date of my death, I'm afraid there will be changes. I can't tell anyone."

Wen Qi certainly understood this principle, but when the dead person becomes one's loved one, reason always takes a back seat.

"It's okay." Feng Ce didn't know who he was comforting, "Grandpa has done good deeds all his life, and he will definitely live a good life in the next life. When the time comes, we can go see him together."

Wen Qi's eyes turned red again, and he uttered "hmm" in a nasal voice.

The next day, preparations for Mr. Feng’s birthday party began.

First of all, of course, you have to ask the person concerned if he has any ideas, and the list of guests also needs to be decided by the old man himself.

Old Master Feng was so confused that he even forgot about his own birthday party. But of course he would not refuse his children's filial piety, and he didn't mind holding it a few days in advance, as he had to find a day when everyone was free.

Mr. Feng thought about it and said, "Let's just hold it at home. We don't need to invite too many people. I'm old now and don't want to socialize anymore."

Wen Qi agreed, "Then let's invite those who are close to us. Take a look at the people in the Feng family. Is there anyone you want to see? If not, we won't notify them."

Feng Xiao hesitated a little, "It would be bad if we don't inform the Feng family."

Wen Qi glared at him, "It's Grandpa's birthday, can't we make our own decisions? We can do whatever makes us feel comfortable! We are celebrating his birthday, so we must nip in the bud any factors that are not conducive to a good mood!"

Old Master Feng laughed out loud, "Xiao Qi is right! Let grandpa take a look first."

The old man was old and soft-hearted, so he gave two places to each branch of the Feng family and asked them to attend the birthday banquet. When he made the decision, the old man sighed, "We are still a family after all. The more we see each other, the less we will see each other."

Wen Qi couldn't bear to hear this. His lips pursed up when he heard it, but he didn't know how to refute.

Feng Xiao understood, "Okay, our family is big anyway, when they finish celebrating their birthday, we will arrange for them to stay somewhere else and ensure that they don't disturb your peace and quiet."

Mr. Feng nodded repeatedly, "This is a good idea."

Wen Qi also smiled with satisfaction, "You're great. Your brain works much faster now than before."

Feng Xiao was a little proud of being praised, "This experience can't be in vain, right?"

Zhang Zhenyan on the side was also a little proud. Her husband was still somewhat useful! Wen Qi laughed and shook his head, continuing to perfect the details of the birthday banquet.

In the afternoon, the designer came to take measurements of everyone and customized the dresses. It took about a month to complete, leaving time for modifying the details.

There are also dishes, desserts, drinks, flowers, lighting, cameras, etc. for the birthday party... When it really starts, I realize there are so many things to worry about.

Wen Qi was busy from morning till night, and when he turned around, he found that it seemed that nothing had started except the dress.

When Feng Ce came back in the evening, Wen Qi was still holding a notebook to make plans. He felt a little distressed and suggested: "Why don't we ask a professional team to do it?"

Wen Qi thought for a few seconds and nodded, "Professional matters should be handed over to professionals, but I hope they can cooperate with my ideas, should that be okay?"

Feng Ce closed his notebook and pulled her up, "It will be no problem. I'll have someone contact you tomorrow. Now you can go home from get off work and take a nice bath."

Wen Qi didn't feel very tired at first, but after soaking in the bathtub, she fell asleep in just a few minutes. She didn't even know how she washed herself clean or how she got back to bed. When she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

After washing up, Wen Qi went downstairs wearing light sportswear. Before he finished his breakfast, the head of the planning team called.

Wen Qi simply went to their team's studio, which was called Frank. It was a well-known celebration company in the circle. Its main business was wedding planning, but it was also very professional in organizing birthday parties.

The key is that this company's planning can fully integrate the customers' creative ideas into the entire planning without making them look abrupt. This is one of the reasons why their team is widely praised in the industry.

The person who received Wen Qi was Frank's chief designer Linda, a returned overseas planner who was less than 40 years old and had rich planning experience, but what really touched Feng Ce was the warmth in her planning.

After a brief greeting, the two quickly got down to business and finalized all the procedures shortly after lunch ended.

After the plan was ready, Wen Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She hoped that this would be the old man's last birthday party and she hoped that it would be perfect.

Before leaving, Linda suddenly asked, "Master Wen, do you have time next? I want to ask you a question." (End of this chapter)