Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 241 - 185: Testing_2

Chapter 241: Chapter 185: Testing_2

It was for this reason that Feng Yi always held a grudge against Old Man Feng.

"Let the younger generation settle their own fights. An old man like you butting in better be prepared to lose face!"

However, Feng Yi himself, due to the mutation incident, lacked a sufficient foundation and background and remained in a period of lying low.

But this did not mean he had let go of that grudge.

He was very vengeful!

The room was silent, even tinged with a chill.

Old Man Feng, despite the turmoil in his heart, remained silent. He had called Feng Yi here today, not underestimating him, but even with his preparations, he had not expected Feng Yi to have such a state of mind, such strategic thinking!

Feng Yi suddenly let out a chuckle, breaking the standoff.

"Just tell me straight why you called me here today. Don’t mention the inheritance; I have no interest in the Feng Family’s wealth in Yang City."

The words "Yang City Feng Family" made Old Man Feng’s eyelids twitch.

The Feng Family was not just the "Yang City Feng Family."

"Is it because you took over the wealth from your... your granny’s hands?" Old Man Feng’s tone was somewhat stern.

Feng Yi did not answer.

Unable to hold back, Old Man Feng asked again, as if interrogating yet also pressing for an answer: "I had no idea when you became so close to her!"

"There was no close contact. Before you sabotaged my studio last year, my knowledge of her, the elderly lady, was limited to her relationship with you as siblings."

"Then why would she help you? And even give you property?!" Old Man Feng’s tone was slightly agitated.

"She said..." Feng Yi remained calm.

Old Man Feng’s gaze was fixed on Feng Yi.

Feng Yi touched his face, "I’m the most pleasing to look at."

Old Man Feng: "..."

Feng Yi could see Old Man Feng’s masseter muscle twitching, likely caught in a state of grinding his teeth.

Feng Yi, ignoring the anger, continued: "I don’t actually know much about granny, just something I heard from her old friends, about some... past events between you two."

Such a subtle pause almost blatantly indicated that he was aware of the issues between the two elders in their youth.

For example: "You got thrashed by your sister."

Now Old Man Feng’s whole face was trembling, his complexion turning red with rage.

If he could, he really would have liked to lift the entire tea table and smash it onto this brat’s face!

But for the sake of a secret of the Feng Family unknown to others, he had to endure!

This kid, Feng Yi, was indeed tough to deal with!

Empty threats did not work on him, and he wasn’t afraid of a show of anger!

The relationship between the two was very delicate at the moment.

In Old Man Feng’s eyes, it was like a sovereign of the deep sea facing a rabbit prancing on land, powerless to do anything.

Moreover, this kid was not a harmless rabbit.

Old Man Feng said heavily, "I must be blind not to have seen that you too have sharp fangs and claws."

Feng Yi: "..."

Responded with an indifferent smile.

With an air of composure, he picked up the tea that had been steeping and took a leisurely sip.

Old Man Feng’s previous remark was just a metaphor.

He could sense the shifts in Old Man Feng’s emotions; though the old man’s expression was still somewhat composed, the surging emotional undercurrent filled every corner of the parlor, impossible to ignore.

It seemed that granny’s influence on Old Man Feng was deeper than he had thought.

He was also probing to see if Old Man Feng knew about the core secret of the Feng Family. Now it appeared that Old Man Feng might know something, but just how much that "something" was, he still needed to test further.

In fact, by daring to meet him alone here, he had already reduced that "something" to "a little bit."

Feng Yi looked at Old Man Feng, waiting for him to calm his anger.

Old Man Feng’s fury was churning.

Long ago, when he was young, he knew that there was an uncle in the Feng Family with a special ability that kept the family intact during times of war. But since this uncle was often absent, he did not know exactly what the uncle was busy with.

Later, he heard that the uncle would select an heir within the family.

It was then that he learned the uncle’s wealth would be divided into two parts, one for blood relatives, and the other for the chosen heir.

It was the hidden part that the clan elders valued.

No one knew what it was.

Only that it was formidable, capable even of protecting the family during wartime.

Everyone in the Feng Family was putting in their utmost effort to compete, with so many talented descendants; however, it was his own sister whom the uncle ultimately chose.

Old Man Feng’s mentality collapsed.

Why?! Why choose his sister who had nothing but martial prowess and otherwise only mediocre aptitude?

Did she have astonishing talent?

Or superior leadership skills?!

In the following decades, he expanded the family business to prove that he was more capable, but these endeavors seemed unable to change anything.

The elders didn’t even entrust the ancestral home and hall to him.

He hated it! Unwilling to accept!

Observing Old Man Feng’s tempest-like emotional outburst, Feng Yi: "..."

The old man was triggered, huh.

Outside the reception room.

Ding, who was diligently standing guard at the door, saw an incoming call on Feng Yi’s phone, glanced at the caller ID, and it was from [Director He].

Pick up.

"Hello... Director He, hello, hello, I am his gardener. The boss is a bit busy right now, is there anything urgent... Not urgent? Would you like me to relay a message... Okay, I’ll mention it to him later so he can return your call!"

After the call, Ding continued to stand guard.

The secretary next to Old Man Feng was puzzled.

Director He? Which Director He?

Thinking about how to ask, at that moment, a child with a toy gun came running upstairs from downstairs, making "biubiubiu" shooting sounds all the way.

A soft bullet shot towards Ding.

Ding, who was yawning, didn’t even look that way; but as the bullet came flying, he casually tilted his head and dodged the incoming soft bullet.

The secretary standing by sharply contracted his pupils.

With that reaction speed and crisis awareness, a gardener? A groundskeeper?

Bullshit!

Anyone who saw what just happened wouldn’t believe it!

However, he quickly adjusted himself and was about to say something to Ding.

Ding crouched down, not only not getting angry but also cheerfully waving at the child nearby, "Kid, that’s not how you play with guns. Come, let me show you."

The child standing there hesitated, glanced at the secretary next to him, and then back at Ding, but eventually approached, handing the toy gun to Ding.

Then, Ding performed a fancy gun-flipping trick and even picked up several soft bullets that had fallen to the ground; before they could land, he shot the tossed bullets out of the air with "biubiubiu" childlike sound effects.

The nearby child looked completely dumbfounded and then burst into excited applause, clapping loudly.

Ding, looking as if he hadn’t had enough, returned the toy gun.

The secretary had someone take the child away and apologized to Ding: "I’m sorry, the kid is here for the first time. He’s from Old Man Feng’s relative’s family; they haven’t seen each other for many years. Old Man Feng is getting on in years and wanted to see them, so he invited them to stay for a few days. It’s just that they’re a bit unruly!"

"Oh, is that so. No worries~" Ding casually waved his hand, still looking innocent and gullible, as if he would believe anything said to him, and continued standing guard.

Inwardly, he rolled his eyes.

He had heard from Feng Yi that Old Man Feng conducted himself like an emperor within the Feng Family; the employees here wouldn’t even dare to let a fly buzz around, much less tolerate a wild child with a toy gun?

It was either a test or some nefarious scheme!

Ding: I’m not stupid!

And, toy guns are really fun~

Yet, the incident just now had made the secretary tense.

Intimidation! It was definitely intimidation!

"Do you play with guns often?" the secretary asked, his voice tightening slightly.

"I like to play shooting games in my free time." Ding replied with an innocent smile.

Secretary: ...

The "shooting game" you mentioned, does it have a lot of stopping power?

"Don’t overthink it, I’m just a gardener," Ding said.

Secretary: ...

If the gardener at the old mansion is this slick with a gun, Old Man Feng probably can’t sleep a wink!

So, the so-called "gardener" is total nonsense!