Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 239 - 184 Spicy Eyes_1

Chapter 239: Chapter 184 Spicy Eyes_1

Old Man Feng had chosen the old mansion for the meeting place.

The people from the Feng Family of Yang City might not know the ancestral home, but they definitely knew the old mansion.

The younger generation held a mix of admiration and fear toward the old mansion.

They admired it because that place represented the pinnacle of power and wealth within the Feng Family.

And they feared it because of the person who lived there.

In the presence of the old mansion, even the most arrogant members of the younger generation of the Feng Family would become as subdued as toothless puppies.

After considering many places, Old Man Feng ultimately felt that his own territory was the safest, since he didn’t want certain secrets to be known by others.

Moreover, choosing the old mansion also served as a deterrent and a test for Feng Yi. He knew how the younger generation felt about the place.

He had expected Feng Yi to hesitate, to need more time to think, but to his surprise, as soon as he proposed the meeting place, Feng Yi agreed quickly.

Was this confidence, or a provocation?

The Secretary also asked Feng Yi why he had agreed.

Feng Yi’s response was, "Respect for the elderly."

Not to mention how Old Man Feng reacted to this reply, Feng Yi was actually quite looking forward to the meeting.

Knowing that Feng Yi was going to meet with Old Man Feng, the butler quickly got things prepared.

Though the butler’s expression revealed nothing, he took great care in Feng Yi’s attire. Everything he wore, including what he stepped into, had been custom ordered, and even the cufflinks were from the butler’s private collection.

The entire outfit was formal yet not understated, ensuring Feng Yi wouldn’t be taken lightly. It wasn’t too serious either, displaying the flamboyance and casualness of youth.

On the day of the meeting, the butler also styled Feng Yi’s hair with a mature and business-like touch.

Feng Yi hadn’t intended to dress so meticulously, but the butler seemed to have his considerations. He set the tone of the meeting between Feng Yi and the old master as business-like.

The butler didn’t go to such lengths because he particularly respected Old Man Feng.

It was conceivable that Feng Yi might encounter others of his generation while meeting with Old Man Feng.

The butler gave Feng Yi a solemn look:

"You cannot lose!"

"Got it!"

Feng Yi replied.

He understood what the butler meant; not to lose face nor falter...

Pfft! To neither lose face nor falter!

Feng Yi had no objections to the butler’s arrangements.

When one dresses with care, the aura they present is distinctly different!

To the uninformed, it might look like he was off to discuss a billion-dollar project!

In the underground parking lot, Doctor Wu was talking to Jia and Ding.

Taking the trip with Feng Yi today were Jia and Ding. Jia was in charge of driving, and Ding, having nothing else to do, acted as a bodyguard.

Doctor Wu had placed a storage box in the car, somewhat like a car fridge, but this one was specifically for preserving anti-toxin serums.

"Is it ready?" Jia’s face lighted up with joy.

"It’s not the final product. These are just for emergency use," Doctor Wu replied.

Although the serum wasn’t complete, it had reached the final stage and everything was going smoothly. However, for the past two days, Doctor Wu had been contemplating another matter: As a private doctor who might work for Feng Yi for decades, he shouldn’t just wait for his employer to get sick or have health issues before considering a solution.

Some problems needed to be anticipated and solutions prepared in advance so that he could act immediately when the time came.

These days he had been considering Feng Yi’s two venomous fangs, which were hard and had transformed in an impractical direction, but! they were hollow.

Would they get clogged when biting something?

Or would they get clogged during regular eating?

If they did get clogged after biting something, how would it be handled?

Could he use venom to flush it?

And what if there was an accidental injury?

Doctor Wu shared his concerns with the two.

Upon hearing this, Jia and Ding couldn’t help but conjure up the image of a spitting cobra... and shuddered at the thought.

Scary!

Jia shook his head, "You’re overthinking it."

Ding also said, "The boss is just going to meet with someone; he won’t need to use certain ’features,’ right?"

"Well, either way, having this in the car will give you some peace of mind," said Doctor Wu.

He certainly didn’t wish for such a scenario to occur. It was just that while conducting experiments, he suddenly remembered an incident of a sampling instrument’s needle getting clogged, which led him to consider these possibilities.

However, Feng Yi’s fangs had always been retracted into his mouth, only used for extracting venom, never seeing any action. Since he had thought of the possibility, he had to consider a solution.

What if the situation arose one day?

The three of them were discussing this when Feng Yi came down.

Looking at the time, it was time to leave.

The old Feng mansion was somewhat far from here, so Feng Yi took a brief nap in the car.

At the mansion, Old Man Feng hadn’t mentioned Feng Yi’s visit, and the secretary merely informed the household that there would be a guest arriving around a certain time. As there had been many visitors recently, those at the old mansion didn’t take much note.

Most of the staff here had been working for many years, with Old Man Feng as their only employer, obedient only to his commands. Over the years, they had learned to control their facial expressions very well.

However, at the sight of Feng Yi, their expressions were as if they had found a tropical python in the Arctic or Antarctic!

Incredulity!

Amazement and shock, initially doubting they had recognized the wrong person.

But upon a closer look, no, it was correct!

It was Feng Yi!

The members of the Feng Family’s generation all resembled each other to an extent. At a casual glance, those who looked alike could be mistaken for someone else, but with that facial structure, there was only one Feng Yi!

They all recognized Feng Yi. They hadn’t met many times before, and their understanding of Feng Yi was now limited to what had been exposed online, so their most vivid impression was still of the youth who had carried an air of naivety and a hint of rebellion years ago.

Feng Yi had grown up, and while he hadn’t visited here often, they had a deep impression of him for two reasons: first, his appearance, which was famously loathed by the old man; second, Feng Yi was the only one among the younger members of the Feng Family who dared defy the Old Man Feng’s orders.

However, at this moment, as they watched Feng Yi approaching, a rare moment of disorientation crossed their faces.

They genuinely felt that the boy had grown up, and his aura had changed.

It was composed yet filled with sharpness.

The eyes that looked over in the sunlight seemed to carry little warmth; they were not outright fierce, but somehow they still gave off the illusion of facing a wild beast.

One had to admit that despite Old Man Feng’s strong dislike of him, no one could deny Feng Yi’s impressive looks.

After their brief disorientation, thoughts began to churn in their minds.

Good lord! At a time like this, with the will nearly settled, Old Man Feng has actually summoned Feng Yi back home after all these years?!

Could it really be as the online media speculated, that Old Man Feng actually has other plans for Feng Yi?

Even more, could the alleged distaste be a facade, and Feng Yi is actually the real successor he favors?!!

Feng Yi ignored the stares of everyone and entered the house, where the secretary personally came over to lead him upstairs.

"Old Man Feng is waiting in the reception room on the second floor," the secretary said.

"Mhm," Feng Yi replied, his expression indifferent.

Ding followed behind him.

Jia didn’t come; he had to stay with the car to prevent any potential tampering from certain individuals.

Feng Yi had also seen Feng Qian on the first floor, whom he met at Xiao Feng Mountain on the first day of the lunar new year.

At this time, Feng Qian had a shocked expression, his lips trembling with words he dared not speak due to the occasion, his face beet red as he held back, his eyes filled with anger, unwillingness, and other intense, complex emotions.

Feng Yi nodded slightly as a greeting, then went upstairs.

As Feng Yi was led upstairs by Old Man Feng’s secretary, Feng Qian took out his mobile phone and began frantically sending messages.

All the chat groups of the Feng Family exploded in an instant!

Recently, everyone had been paying attention to the activity in the old house, but no one had expected Feng Yi to show up!

At such a critical moment, what was Feng Yi doing here?

Their internal strife was put aside as they speculated about Old Man Feng’s intentions for calling Feng Yi.

Seeing the secretary’s demeanor, he seemed quite polite to Feng Yi?

Something was off!

It was completely different from what they had imagined!!

Wasn’t Old Man Feng supposed to dislike Feng Yi?

When did that start to change?

And to arrange a meeting in the reception room on the second floor, that was too strange!

When other members of the Feng Family came to see Old Man Feng, they would generally go directly to his study, not to that reception room, unless they were discussing something extremely significant!

The reception room on the second floor of the old house had the highest level of confidentiality in the place, used by Old Man Feng only for seeing very important people about serious matters; otherwise, people were dismissed downstairs. There was also a reception room on the first floor of the old house.

Knowing the special significance of the reception room on the second floor of the old house, the fact that Feng Yi came to the old house at such a critical time and was meeting with Old Man Feng in that reception room, no one could stay calm.

Why did that kid deserve this?!

Could it be that Old Man Feng wanted to discuss the will?!

And thinking back to the subtle manner Old Man Feng had when Feng Yi was brought up on New Year’s Eve...

This bode terribly!!!

Feng Yi knew that his arrival at the old house would surely cause a drama to unfold in the hearts of those people, but he didn’t care.

Upon reaching the second floor, he came to the door of the reception room.

"Mr. Yi, please leave your mobile phone outside," the secretary said.

Feng Yi simply smiled in a seemingly casual manner, handed his phone over to Ding, and said, "If there’s a call, take it for me."

"Sure thing, boss!"

The secretary opened the door, invited Feng Yi in, then stood by the doorway.

Ding also stood at the door.

The secretary glanced at him, wondering if this was Mr. Yi’s bodyguard. He seemed quite young and did not appear to be particularly dangerous.

"Are you Mr. Yi’s friend? There’s a waiting area over there with tea and refreshments prepared if you would like to wait there," said the secretary.

Ding returned a smile with an air of simplicity, "I’m just the boss’s gardener, a diligent gardener. It’s fine for me to stand guard here."

Secretary: ???

Gardener?

Feng Yi stepped into the reception room, and the door closed behind him.

Feng Yi used to fear Old Man Feng. The environment of his upbringing and ideas instilled by those around him had always made Old Man Feng seem particularly terrifying.

But now, he felt particularly calm.

The old face didn’t seem all that impressive anymore.

If it were about looks, the impact of a forest python would be much stronger.

In terms of aura, he was hardly affected.

Old Man Feng sat on the reception sofa and looked over as soon as Feng Yi stepped inside.

The elder who had held power in Yang City’s Feng Family for decades had a steady and cold gaze that carried an intimidating presence.

The younger members didn’t dare to make eye contact with Old Man Feng, and even if they did, they couldn’t maintain it for long, always feeling as though his piercing gaze was like a sword, capable of wounding.

However, now, as Old Man Feng’s gaze instinctively lanced out, it could not linger on Feng Yi’s face for long.

After just two or three seconds, it was as though he saw something painfully irritating and moved his gaze away on his own accord.

A rush of anger and frustration surged within Old Man Feng.

No matter how long it had been, the sight of that face still annoyed him!