Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 437 - 304 That Gust of Wind_1

Chapter 437: Chapter 304 That Gust of Wind_1

In the room, uncles and grandfathers gathered, discussing both business and life.

For instance, the few old people who were talking to Uncle Zhen, looking back on the past, reminiscing about the deceased with tears in their eyes, their emotion was touching. Their purpose was to remind Uncle Zhen not to forget his ancestors.

Uncle Zhen cooperatively showed his sentiment, acting even more genuinely than them. It’s just that the direction of his sentiment was different from theirs.

Uncle Zhen had no strong feelings toward those departed elders of the clan. If he really didn’t recognize them, he wouldn’t be sitting here now.

Besides, the ancestral hall of the Feng Family in Yang City has only been rebuilt today, which is partly due to those deceased elders, not related to those present here, and even less to him, Feng Zhenzhen.

How could you, who pay so much attention to clan hierarchies, speak ill of the deceased elders?

Therefore, Uncle Zhen was not embarrassed and could even chime in a few words in cooperation.

If he wasn’t embarrassed, then the embarrassment fell on others.

Those who knew a bit about the internal affairs would deliberately avoid this topic or keep silent.

The deceased clan elders and the matters of the ancestral hall were a thorn in Old Man Feng’s heart. Unless someone was truly unaware or wanted to stir up trouble, no one would want to touch on this sensitive topic on this occasion.

At the head of the table, Old Man Feng listened to Uncle Zhen’s invested performance and his expression grew even uglier.

But after all, having experienced much, he could manage his discomfort and remain stable.

And these were to be expected.

Not looking that way anymore, Old Man Feng continued discussing relationships and business with several cousins of non-direct descent.

Aside from the relatives who had clearly expressed their reluctance to join the lively gathering in this room, everyone present was a decision-maker. It was a good opportunity to strengthen cooperation for mutual benefit.

Feng Yi didn’t join the crowds in each room. He walked around with Feng Chi, looking at this newly constructed area. If they encountered suitable children, they would also hand out zodiac money gifts.

Feng Chi sighed that he had just missed the chance to speak a few words to his cousin.

"There’s still time. We can find another chance," Feng Yi comforted.

"That’s the only option," Feng Chi said with regret.

Knowing that his cousin wouldn’t stay in Yang City for too long, he pondered when to find another chance to chat with his cousin.

Just as he was thinking, his gaze swept over, and he saw someone.

"Brother, look over there,"

Feng Chi nudged Feng Yi’s elbow, gesturing for him to look in that direction.

Feng Yi looked over.

Not far from them, someone was approaching, about the same age as them.

That person walked distractedly until he came close and then noticed Feng Yi and Feng Chi.

Seeing Feng Yi, that person’s eyes dodged, as if wanting to avoid them, but feeling that it would be too embarrassing to do so, he stood stiffly in place.

Feng Yi looked at the man a few steps away.

Feng Shuo, the second son from his uncle’s family.

He was also the one who had once set Feng Yi up in a scheme that nearly prevented him from recovering.

In the Feng Family of Yang City, among their generation, Feng Yi had facial features resembling his grandmother, and was not favored by Old Man Feng.

On the other hand, Feng Shuo looked like Old Man Feng and was one of the grandsons he favored more.

Feng Yi’s own father had no great abilities, just a family tool.

Feng Shuo’s own father was the "legitimate eldest son" whom Old Man Feng valued and paid much attention to.

Naturally, the treatment of the two was worlds apart.

Feng Yi took a step forward.

Feng Shuo took a wary step back. He wanted to run, but then felt that other relatives nearby were watching. Leaving like that would be too humiliating, so he stood his ground, feigning composure.

Truth be told, when he had originally set the trap for Feng Yi, he had not anticipated things would turn out the way they had.

Feng Yi stood in front of Feng Shuo.

Back in middle school, Feng Yi and Feng Shuo were about the same height.

Now, Feng Yi was half a head taller than him.

Feng Yi’s face showed no anger, only unnatural calmness as he looked at Feng Shuo, "Old Man Feng let you out?"

Feng Shuo pretended not to understand, "What do you mean? I’ve always been free to come and go!"

Feng Yi laughed, "If Old Man Feng hadn’t cleaned up after you and protected you back then, you wouldn’t have been able to make a peep."

Feng Shuo spoke fiercely, yet with a hint of vulnerability, "Are you threatening me?! Ha, I have the entire Feng Family of Yang City behind me! What am I afraid of?! And, since you have already left the family, don’t think you can come back so easily!"

Feng Yi noted the emotional undertones in his response and understood.

He had thought Old Man Feng was very fond of Feng Shuo, his grandson, but it seemed he was only kept as a favorably regarded pet.

When the situation changed, and interests weighed, Old Man Feng would no longer protect him. He had no lack of grandsons.

Clearly, Feng Shuo was aware of his precarious situation.

Feng Yi said very calmly, as if in casual conversation, "Take care of yourself."

When Feng Shuo had taken action, it was only to cause annoyance; but when Old Man Feng made his move, it was to crush a person to death!

Back then, the trap had been set by Feng Shuo alone, and Feng Yi quickly recovered and could even fight back. But once Old Man Feng intervened, it nearly caused Feng Yi to fall into an inescapable pit.

Feng Yi had been well aware from the start that the real obstacle was Old Man Feng, and that Feng Shuo himself was never really a concern.

Feng Shuo swallowed nervously, unsure of the full implication of Feng Yi’s "take care of yourself," feeling a primal sense of alarm rise within him.

Feng Yi’s eyes, devoid of resentment or humor, completely inscrutable, gave nothing away.

Yet, facing those eyes, Feng Shuo had the illusive sensation—as if looking into the cold eyes of a venomous snake.

Shuddering, Feng Shuo let go of any harsh words and turned to run.

He ran all the way to a room next to the ancestral hall, where he found his eldest brother Feng Zeng, shivering as he briefly recounted what had just happened.