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No! It can't be! Hao was suddenly filled with panic, and she seemed to see a sea of blood before her eyes. How could it have turned out like this at this time! She hadn't even called him "Father" yet!

Ignoring the several bodyguards at the door who were yelling at her in a panic, Feng Xinglie, whose expression changed drastically, raised both palms forward and her fingers suddenly flew out. Under the terrified gazes of those people, she took a step and rushed out of the narrow door crack, stepping onto the soft and comfortable carpet in the spacious hall.

"Feng Qing!" A deafening roar escaped his lips, and Feng Xinglie practically flew out!

The Seaview Hall is covered by a huge glass dome, making the entire hall look like a crystal. Here, the sunlight can become brighter, the colors can become more vibrant, and everything that comes into view becomes very striking and bright.

She could clearly see that the handsome man standing there, with a cold and indifferent expression, seemed quite pleased with himself for having suffered the pain she had imagined. She could almost vomit as she watched the culprit, reeking of blood, sitting beside Feng Qing with a pained expression on his young face, his arm bandaged and bleeding profusely from a long gash. A pile of broken vase shards lay on the ground.

After all that fuss, all that worrying for nothing, and she even got to act like a shrew! She'd drawn everyone's attention to herself!

Panting heavily, Feng Xinglie spun around lightly, easily regaining his balance. Only then did he have the mind to look at his surroundings. Upon seeing what was happening, he couldn't help but gasp. The various gazes coming from all directions sent chills down his spine.

What's with those young masters dressed in designer brands? What's with those princesses and heiresses in their gowns? And what's with those elegant ladies in evening gowns casting melancholic, seductive glances at Feng Qing?

They glared at Feng Xinglie, and Feng Xinglie glared back at them...

This situation... seems to be... a large banquet?

Damn it! How could she not have noticed! Feng Feiyu and Feng Xiangmu were dressed formally, the kind of attire only required for formal occasions. So that's why they came to this banquet! Those two bastards, they were so forgetful and absent-minded, they've really embarrassed themselves!

The people around her looked at her with strange eyes and whispered among themselves, but the next moment, all the whispers disappeared.

Feng Qing, the patriarch of the Feng family, who was sitting at the very top, suddenly stood up!

His face was filled with horror and astonishment, and his eyes shone with a sharp light that was more scorching and brighter than the sun radiating intense heat through the transparent tempered glass!

The music inside stopped, and in the silence, some even thought a storm was about to break.

No one had ever seen the usually aloof and composed head of the Feng family look at him with such a gaze, leaving everyone present shocked and astonished.

Who is this incredibly beautiful girl? She doesn't look very old! Could she really have some connection with the head of the Feng family? But Feng Qing is notoriously ruthless and cruel!

Doubt, jealousy, envy, surprise and other emotions were all directed at Feng Xinglie, along with pity and sympathy.

"Father!" Two men called out from behind Feng Xinglie in the narrow passageway. Feng Feiyu and Feng Feimu, though not out of breath, were panting. Upon entering the hall, they found it eerily quiet and turned their gaze to the center of the path cleared by the guests.

Time seemed to stand still for the two of them, but their hearts were pounding so hard they felt like they could jump out of their mouths!

What's going on here?

At this moment, Feng Xinglie had already cast aside the annoying formalities around him. His mind went blank for a moment, and he stopped caring about anything else.

In the pupils of her bright eyes, she saw only a man dressed very well in a black suit, but whose overall demeanor was somewhat disheveled. His eyes flickered with surprise, excitement, fear, yet determination as he slowly walked towards her, step by step.

Feng Xinglie remained motionless, his heart pounding, his eyes swirling with tears.

It wasn't a very long road, and on the bright red, soft carpet, there were no footsteps to be heard; one could only watch as the figure gradually approached…

All breathing seemed to freeze. The handsome middle-aged man, a head taller than Feng Xinglie, stared blankly as he took her hand, and tentatively stroked it as if to confirm something.

"Don't touch it, it's hot." Feng Xinglie bit his lip, trying not to let the tears in his eyes fall, and said with a smile.

The man opposite her was instantly overcome with emotion, his excitement becoming uncontrollable. Yet, as if afraid of frightening her, he simply tightened his grip on her hand and, like her, smiled gently.

"Welcome back, my little princess."

Everyone was stunned at that moment!

That man is smiling! He's smiling, a gentle smile!

The young ladies covered their mouths, the noblewomen covered their eyes, and Feng Feiyu and Feng Feimu stared wide-eyed, completely stunned before they could even comprehend what he was saying. Was it just their imagination? When had their father ever shown such a gentle side? Even when he expressed satisfaction with their achievements, he merely gave a perfunctory smile!

After they came to their senses from that smile and began to ponder its meaning, the hall could no longer remain quiet and erupted in gasps of surprise.

Feng Xinglie was at a loss for words to describe his feelings at that moment.

One moment she was worried about how to convince Feng Qing of her story, what to say, and how to prove it. The next moment, she saw the shocked look in his eyes, and the excitement and tenderness that emanated from them.

When he stood up in surprise, Feng Xinglie discovered something that left him with mixed feelings.

He recognized her; they knew each other at first glance, just one glance!

Her appearance had clearly changed; everything was different now, wasn't it? In his memory, this person should have died, shouldn't she? For her to appear before him in this state at this moment was simply too bizarre, too illogical.

However, he asked nothing, doubted nothing, and didn't consider anything.

He simply walked excitedly to her, he simply held her hand tremblingly, he simply wanted to confirm whether she was really... a person...

Then he said to her, "Welcome back," with such firmness and deep affection.

But regardless of how he recognized her, Feng Xinglie was now overwhelmed with surprise and happiness. She barely suppressed the urge to cry tears of joy, her nose stinging, and asked Feng Qing, "How...did you recognize me?"

Feng Qing held her hand, smiled gently, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"Xiao Lie, even if you turn to ashes, I will still recognize you at a glance."

My chest felt hot, as if it were burning, radiating a warm current that warmed every cell.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm really a ghost?" Feng Xinglie asked, his voice choked with emotion, forcing a smile.

"Of course I'm afraid!" Feng Qing's tone was normal, never showing any excitement. He gazed at her: "I'm afraid you really are a ghost, and I can't give you anything in return. If that's the case, perhaps I can only give you my life."

"Is your life worth much?" Feng Xinglie laughed mockingly, then continued angrily, "But to prevent me from losing my father, you'd better take good care of your life! Your life is mine, and you're not allowed to lose it to anyone else!"

Feng Qing first gave a blank and sad bitter smile, then his whole body trembled and his usually squinting eyes widened.

What did you just say?

Feng Xinglie looked furious and snorted, "I said your life is mine, you're not allowed to lose it to anyone else!"

"No, the sentence before that!"

"I said... you'd better take better care of your life!" Feng Xinglie was a little guilty, and after a bit of fussing, he still stubbornly resisted for a while.

“The sentence before that… never mind…” Feng Qing’s originally indomitable expression collapsed in an instant. He had obviously suffered too many defeats and knew Feng Xinglie’s temper. Although he had hope in his heart, he no longer thought about it.

Even if it was a mistake, it still counts as calling him, doesn't it? He smiled bitterly to himself, trying to deceive himself.

"Father." The words were spoken very softly, but Feng Qing heard them clearly. He turned around abruptly and looked at her in surprise.

"I said... Father!" Feng Xinglie, his anger simmering in his chest, finally roared through gritted teeth, a roar even louder than his previous shrewish outburst! Her eyes were misty with tears, her long eyelashes fluttering. She took a breath, and finally smiled again: "Feng Qing, I've never told you, I've always wanted to call you 'Father,' and today, that wish has finally come true..."

Feng Qing stretched out his hand, his large palm filled with sunlight, as if he had returned to that garden, to that small pond, and gently patted Feng Xinglie's head, tenderly stroking it.

"Little princess, you've finally paid attention to me again."

Travel the world

Chapter 113 A Family's Joy

The warm atmosphere didn't last long before a loud "bang!" suddenly came from the east side of the spacious hall. Feng Xinglie knew it must be the result of Feng Feiyu's phone call sending people to stop them, but they failed. His face darkened instantly, and before she could react, Feng Qing had already pulled her behind him.

"Dad, those people..." Feng Xinglie said anxiously. She was used to being casual and didn't like formal titles. She would tolerate a formal title once or twice, but at this moment, she just casually used a more informal one.

"Don't worry. This time, I will definitely protect you." Her gentle smile warmed Feng Xinglie's heart. He grinned foolishly and stayed quietly behind Feng Qing, but his eyes kept looking outside. He would take immediate action if anything happened.

The scene was not as chaotic as expected. The guests were all distinguished people who had seen plenty of chaotic scenes before. However, some women still let out a scream or two out of fear, and the four seats immediately moved to the sides, making room for a large open space.

Two rows of neatly dressed bodyguards quickly formed a protective circle, separating all the guests from those who were wielding guns and sweeping around. The situation was brought under control in an instant. Feng Xinglie was slightly taken aback, but immediately understood that Feng Qing must have been prepared, which was why he was so calm.

However, according to the Feng family's rules, telephones are not allowed at this large banquet. To show respect to the guests, Feng Qing would not carry one with him either. So how did he know that?

"Father!" Two voices called out from behind. Two tall and handsome men, one in black and one in white, stood protectively between Feng Xinglie. Feng Feiyu, a head taller than Feng Xinglie, stood to his left. She inherited Feng Qing's excellent bloodline, and her gentle smile captivated all women in the world.

"Little sister, why didn't you say so sooner? It made your second brother and me so worried, afraid that something might have happened to you or your father. We were wondering why we had such a strange feeling for a girl, it turns out it was just the intimacy between family members."

Feng Feimu, on the other side, stood with a poker face, arms crossed, and said coolly, "Whether you're human or ghost, I'll protect you!"

"Big brother, second brother, thank you..."

Feng Xinglie sighed inwardly. Her brothers were really open-minded. It was one thing for their father to recognize her at a glance, but her brothers, who hadn't known her well at all and were unaware of the inside story, could accept it so readily. It really surprised her.

The other guests present probably all assumed that she was Feng Qing's illegitimate daughter. Only those who were familiar with Feng Qing would know that Feng Qing had only one daughter, and that was the only one.

Of course, they also knew that this person, Feng Xinglie, had died a violent death in that incident.

The two brothers exchanged a smile and said at the same time, "Why do we need to thank you? You're not strangers."

“Yes, they’re not outsiders! It seems I have two good older brothers.” She smiled happily.

Feng Feiyu and Feng Feimu reached out and held her hands tightly. Feng Xinglie held their hands contentedly, feeling that he couldn't hold them all. Feng Qing was in front of Jing, and his occasional glances seemed to accuse his sons of stealing his treasures, with a hint of resentment.

"Sister, you're wrong, there are three!" The black figure reflected in the sunlight blocked Feng Xinglie's shadow on the ground. A handsome, baby-faced man had appeared behind him without anyone noticing. He had taken off his formal attire and was only wearing casual clothes underneath. Seeing the bandage around his right hand, Feng Xinglie remembered that he was the man who had been injured earlier.

"You are... Fifth Brother Feng Feiyang?" After silently counting in his mind, Feng Xinglie was certain that he must be his fifth brother whom he had never met before.

“You’re right, little sister. Don’t you think it’s strange that we suddenly accepted you like this? Let me tell you! Actually, your fifth brother is also a genius with supernatural abilities, so we’re not surprised by this kind of thing!” Feng Feiyu clearly enjoyed joking with Feng Feiyang. She patted him on the shoulder, and her gentle face rarely showed any pleasure.

"A paranormal talent?"

"Sixth sense, I see." Feng Xinglie nodded in a daze. She had even encountered something like time travel and been sent back, so having a sixth sense shouldn't be too surprising. She smiled and said, "So, Fifth Brother is my benefactor?"

Feng Feiyang squinted, a charming smile appearing on his handsome and amiable doll-like face, and gave Feng Xinglie a warm hug.

"It is my honor to be a VIP to our little princess. Don't be afraid, your brothers and father will never let you get hurt!"

Feng Xinglie looked left and right. The four men around her, amidst the sounds of gunfire, stood like four tall walls, protecting her in the center.

Four handsome men of different types (the Feng family's genes seem to be too good), whether cold or indifferent, all showed her such gentle and caring smiles at this moment, warming her heart so much.

Tears of joy finally welled up in her eyes. At that moment, she felt that intense family affection, like a hot spring, where these four men used their bodies to create a warm and comforting source of happiness.

All she knows is to laugh, to laugh happily. She has shown this smile countless times today, but it seems she can never laugh enough, and no amount of laughter can express the joy in her heart.

Isn't there always true love in the world? Look, she's surrounded by a loving father and brother! There are people radiating the warmth of family affection!

She is the happiest daughter and the happiest sister in the world, so loved and pampered by such outstanding father and brothers.

Perhaps because they were so happy here, the gunfire couldn't bear to disturb them. Soon, the chaos and gunfire ceased. The bodyguards formed a circle. Feng Qing had instructed them to leave some survivors, so after these people stopped attacking, they didn't kill them all.

Feng Qing waved his arm, and the bodyguards around him made way. There were less than ten people left among them. Each of them was forcefully subdued by the bodyguards, and all their guns were thrown aside. At this point, they had lost the ability to resist.

Feng Qing turned his face, revealing a cold and imposing handsome face. Everyone's breath caught in their throats. At this moment, Feng Qing was like an emperor. On the Feng family's territory, killing a few people at will was no big deal for him. The aura of the Feng family head was displayed, completely silencing any thought of resistance.

"What can these few people do to me? The four great families are getting more and more stupid!" With a disdainful glance, Feng Qing snorted indifferently: "Whoever betrayed my daughter, come out yourself, and I'll give you a quick death."

Feng Xinglie was taken aback, then smiled. So he hadn't killed those guys immediately because he wanted to avenge himself and his other sisters. How thoughtful of him.

She and her three brothers slowly walked to Feng Qing's side. Looking carefully at the group of people, most of them were from the original Vanguard Mangzhong. But in the far corner, an inconspicuous man caught her eye.

A sudden warning appeared! Feng Xinglie yanked Feng Qing aside, and heard Feng Feiyang exclaim in his ear, "Not good!" The man had already suddenly pulled his body away, throwing off both sides, and a row of black steel needles flew out of his hand. The dozen or so people were instantly freed, but two steel needles had pierced through their flying hair the instant Feng Xinglie pulled Feng Qing away! By a hair's breadth, they almost hit him, making Feng Xinglie's heart pound wildly, followed by a surge of anger.

"Don't think you're the only ones who know martial arts." She reached back, her fingers forming a claw, and with a sudden pull, the three black steel needles spun dramatically in the air, flying back towards the man still suspended in mid-air. At the same time, Feng Xinglie also spun around, gathering his inner energy and channeling it along with the three steel needles, unleashing three palm strikes in quick succession!

"What exquisite ancient martial arts!" Feng Feiyang exclaimed.

The man's face nearly twitched. This wasn't ancient times, after all. He only knew a smattering of what was called 'ancient martial arts,' so how could he dare to directly confront Feng Xinglie's seemingly fierce palm strike? He hurriedly and clumsily rolled on the ground, his boots kicking off, and from the torn boots, a small, narrow pistol gleaming with silver light immediately appeared in the sunlight!