How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 134 - 132: A Woman’s Scream

Chapter 134: Chapter 132: A Woman’s Scream

Fang Anning proposed to visit Old Mr. He.

Mrs. Chen was surprised and asked, "Why suddenly visit Old Mr. He?"

Fang Anning touched her belly and smiled, "The baby is already moving, and I wanted to let Old Mr. He see. Although he can’t see now, seeing me should make him happy."

"The weather has been bad these days, and Old Mr. He is also feeling a bit under the weather. It’s better not to go and risk catching his illness," Mrs. Chen advised.

Upon hearing this, Fang Anning quickly said, "Then I need to go even more. As his granddaughter-in-law, how can I not visit when Old Mr. He is sick? Don’t try to persuade me further, or I’ll get angry."

Fang Anning said, making a stern face.

Mrs. Chen immediately said, "Alright, alright, don’t be angry. You can go, but don’t stay too long, so you don’t catch the illness."

"I know, I know, I care about my own health too," Fang Anning said.

Mrs. Chen then found a mask for her to wear before taking her to the backyard.

Seeing Mrs. Chen having to unlock the door to the backyard, Fang Anning couldn’t help but ask, "Does Old Mr. He have to call you if he wants to go out on normal days? I feel like you’re confining Old Mr. He."

Mrs. Chen said with a smile, "How would I dare to confine Old Mr. He? It’s just that his health isn’t great, and he seldom comes out. When he does come out, he naturally informs me. It takes quite a bit of effort to open the door for him."

Fang Anning nodded, then asked, "Then why do you lock it? Are you afraid someone will break in? The security in our front yard is quite good; I can’t believe someone would break into the backyard."

Mrs. Chen gave a forced laugh and didn’t answer, pretending not to hear.

Fang Anning couldn’t help but snicker in her heart, thinking it wasn’t about someone breaking in, but rather preventing someone from breaking out!

They walked along the corridor, turned a corner, and arrived in front of Old Mr. He’s room.

Mrs. Chen must have given Old Mr. He a heads-up. He had someone open the door and pull up the curtains, vigorously airing out the room to prevent any sickness in the air from making Fang Anning uncomfortable.

"It’s rare that you think of visiting me. You might not be accustomed to the smell of Chinese medicine in my room; you might as well leave soon!" Old Mr. He said.

Fang Anning said, "It’s okay. I was very worried when I heard you were ill, so I definitely wanted to visit. How is your illness? What did the doctor say?"

"It’s nothing, just minor ailments that come with old age. How are you feeling?"

As Old Mr. He spoke, he looked at Fang Anning’s belly.

Fang Anning touched her belly and said, "It’s okay, I can already feel the baby moving."

"There are still four or five months before the baby is born," Old Mr. He remarked.

Fang Anning smiled and nodded.

The last time she was in Old Mr. He’s room, the curtains were drawn, so she couldn’t see clearly inside.

This time, with the curtains opened, everything was clearly visible.

The decor was quite antique, and those ornaments seemed to be quite valuable.

But... why was there a toy?

Fang Anning furrowed her brows, her gaze landed on a remote-controlled car placed behind a long couch with flower pots.

It was too strange. Surely, Old Mr. He couldn’t still be interested in such toys?

"Ah."

Suddenly, a shrill, agonizing scream came from outside, a woman’s scream.

Fang Anning was startled, her face turned pale, and she immediately turned to look outside.

Mrs. Chen’s face also turned gloomy, and she hurriedly looked at Old Mr. He.

Old Mr. He quickly said, "It’s nothing serious, you go back first! I’m tired and want to rest."

"Alright, but Old Mr. He, what was that sound just now?" Fang Anning asked.

Old Mr. He said, "It’s probably the servants watching TV. I’ll tell them later not to turn up the volume so high. Were you scared?"

"No, it was just the sound from the TV." Fang Anning said with a smile.

Old Mr. He then waved his hand, signaling her to leave.

Fang Anning bade farewell to Old Mr. He and left with Mrs. Chen.

"That sound just now came from the room in the right corner, didn’t it!" Fang Anning asked as she stepped outside.

She purposely looked over there but saw that the door was tightly shut, with a lock clearly placed on it.

If it was the sound of a servant watching TV, would the servant’s room be locked?

How could she get out if it was locked?

Besides, that room was in the farthest corner and close to the family shrine. What kind of servant had such status to live in such a place?

"Madam, you must have heard wrong, it must have come from where the servants live," Mrs. Chen quickly said.

Fang Anning smiled and said nothing.

It seemed that Mrs. Chen knew about these matters, yet she was hiding them from her in cahoots with Old Mr. He.

"Mrs. Chen, I asked you last time why you don’t like Bai Yunyang, and you said he seems not very genuine, very fake. But I seem to have heard other rumors that don’t match what you said," Fang Anning deliberately mentioned.

Mrs. Chen said, "Why bring him up again? He is indeed fake, not genuine at all. You should keep your distance from him in the future."

"But I’ve heard some other things."

"They must all be rumors."

"Really? But the way people describe it, it doesn’t seem like rumors."

"What exactly did people say?" Mrs. Chen asked.

Fang Anning curled her lips, her curiosity was indeed piqued.

"It’s nothing much, just that there used to be a servant girl in the He family, who grew up with Mr. He since childhood, just like childhood sweethearts, and Bai Yunyang was also good friends with Mr. He at that time. Eventually, both of them fell for this girl and they even had a fight over her. This girl was taken away by Bai Yunyang, and that’s why Mr. He cut off contact with him in anger. I think this rumor is true, otherwise, why would you dislike him so much? It must be because he once bested Mr. He, and that’s why you dislike him, right!"

"Nonsense, how could he possibly outdo Mr. He, this is some baseless rumor going around," Mrs. Chen immediately said indignantly.

Fang Anning smiled and said, "So, is it partly true, that he and Mr. He were indeed once in love with the same girl?"

Mrs. Chen’s face stiffened, and only then did she realize she had been tricked by Fang Anning.

With a forced laugh, she said, "No, that’s false too, just rumors, there was no such girl. You’re overthinking it. Don’t listen to the outsiders, they’re just jealous because the wife has the affection of her husband, so they want to create discord. You should take good care of your health and safely deliver the baby, that’s what’s most important."

"Speaking of babies, I just remembered something," Fang Anning quickly said.

Mrs. Chen thought, how does she have so many things to think about.

But as long as she doesn’t bring up the previous topic, anything else didn’t matter.

"Which servant in the backyard had a child?" Fang Anning asked.

"Ah?"

Mrs. Chen looked at her surprised, and for a moment didn’t realize what she meant.

"I just feel like there is a child in this yard, so I’m asking," Fang Anning said with a smile.

Mrs. Chen visibly looked upset, shocked, and scared upon hearing this — her reaction was almost a scream.

Fang Anning smiled again, saying, "Why are you nervous? I was just asking."

"Mrs. Wife, this feeling of yours ... I don’t even know what to say. There are no children here. If a servant had a child, they couldn’t possibly bring them here."

"Is that so? But why did I seem to see a child running by just now?" Fang Anning asked surprised.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Chen immediately responded seriously, "Then someone must have sneakily brought the child in here; I’ll tell the steward to investigate this matter thoroughly."

"Yes, indeed, you should look into it thoroughly. Old Mr. He lives here, it’s a matter of his safety," Fang Anning nodded.

Mrs. Chen nodded gravely.

Finally, when they returned to the front yard, and Fang Anning went upstairs to rest, Mrs. Chen let out a long sigh of relief.

Fang Anning saw from upstairs that Mrs. Chen hurriedly went back to the backyard, not knowing what she was up to.

Her expression was grave, her eyes deepening.

In the evening, He Tingchen came back.

The two are now inseparable, and the moment He Tingchen got home and saw her, he hugged her and touched her belly.

Fang Anning turned her head with a light laugh and kissed him.

He Tingchen said in a low voice, "Mrs. Chen told me you went to see Old Mr. He today?"

"Mrs. Chen sure talks fast. It’s because I felt Old Mr. He was unwell, so I wanted to see him. I think Old Mr. He must also want to see me, to know how the child is," Fang Anning said.

"Yes, Old Mr. He told me, he was very happy to see you."

"Right, Old Mr. He is getting old, staying in the yard all the time, he must also be quite bored. We should buy him some gifts to cheer him up," Fang Anning said.

He Tingchen asked, "What do you want to give Old Mr. He?"

"How would I know what Old Mr. He likes," Fang Anning said.

He Tingchen said, "He used to like calligraphy and paintings. There’s a room in the backyard specially to store his collection. But these past few years, as he’s gotten older and his eyesight isn’t so good, he’s lost interest in calligraphy and paintings."

"How about a remote-controlled car, or a remote-controlled airplane? I see many elderly people like playing with those, and it could also help exercise hand dexterity and stimulate the brain," Fang Anning suggested with a laugh.

He Tingchen was amused by her words and couldn’t help saying, "Old Mr. He will definitely throw it out, he always regards himself as dignified and prestigious, how could he act like an old child."

"Ah, he still upholds his dignity?" Fang Anning asked surprised.

He Tingchen explained, "Our He family ancestors were from the Plain Yellow Banner, though Qing dynasty is long gone, Old Mr. He was instilled with these ideas from childhood and still cares a lot about his status."

"Impressive, then if it were in the past, you would have been a Prince, right? If not a Prince then at least a little prince, I really am reaching high," Fang Anning said with a laugh.

He Tingchen kissed her, saying softly, "There’s no reaching high or low, only whether one likes or not."

"So, you like me?" Fang Anning asked with raised eyebrows.

"What do you think?"

He Tingchen kissed her deeply.