Feng Shui

Capítulo 39

What's wrong? Yes, what's wrong? What's wrong with her? Zhang Hanwen kept asking herself, but in her confusion, she couldn't find any answers. Finally, it dawned on her: she really wasn't a young lady anymore. She really wasn't. The test results she had just received clearly showed that she and Zhang Jiru were not related by blood.

Was the father who doted on her, spoiled her, and fulfilled all her reasonable and unreasonable demands not her father? Or was her biological father killed by the man who loved her so dearly? Were she and her former fiancé really siblings?

What happened? It wasn't her; it was the world! Why is it like this? Why has there been such a huge change? Why has something that has been perfectly normal for the past twenty years changed so drastically in just a few days?

What's wrong? What's wrong?

She clenched her fists, trembling all over, unsure how to vent her pent-up resentment.

"Miss? Miss?" Feng Nian'en looked at her worriedly. The woman's face suddenly came to life, but her expression was so agitated and resentful.

Zhang Hanwen raised his eyes, met the pale face, and asked in a surprisingly calm tone, "What are you doing here?"

Feng Nian'en was taken aback, paused for a moment before stammering, "Um... I came to see a client." He paused again and quickly added, "I've already seen him."

Zhang Hanwen nodded, his gaze passing over him and looking straight up at the sky, his expression inscrutable. Finally, he murmured as if to himself, "Do you think I have a talent for business?"

Although he didn't quite understand why she would ask that, he couldn't help but think of Ruoya's previous comments, and considering her current abnormal behavior, he quickly nodded heavily: "Master is so capable..."

"Of course, Miss is more talented than the average person."

"Is that so?" Her voice was like a sigh, and the smile on her alluring face carried an unspeakable mockery.

Feng Nian'en's heart trembled even more violently. Had he said something wrong? Miss's erratic behavior wasn't because of him, was it? Long Xinsheng had only learned of his current identity that night, and according to Ruoya's explanation, as a wizard, he would never reveal the vampire clan to ordinary people. But why? Even if something had happened to Zhang Shi, based on his understanding of her, she shouldn't be like this right now.

As he was thinking, Zhang Hanwen calmly spoke up: "Where do you want to go? I'll take you."

He hesitated, trying to refuse, but she said in an irresistible tone, "Get in the car."

Feng Nian'en still got into the car. He had never known how to resist his mistress since he was a child. He only lied when telling her the location: "Um... I need to go back and get some materials first. Thank you for your help, Miss."

Zhang Hanwen started the car without saying a word. Feng Nian'en carefully observed her from the corner of her eye. She appeared calm on the outside, but there was a resolute look in her eyes that was rarely seen.

Volume Two, Chapter Thirty-Four: Father's Last Words

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What exactly happened? He desperately wanted to reveal his identity so she would know that no matter what had happened, he was no longer the powerless Feng Nian'en. Perhaps his power was still insufficient, but he was no longer incapable of doing anything!

For this reason alone, he would never regret officially joining the vampire clan. Yes, for this reason alone, he would never regret it, never...regret it...

In silence, the car pulled up in front of Feng Nian'en's residence. He quickly thanked her and got out. Zhang Hanwen nodded and drove away without saying a word. Feng Nian'en watched the red car disappear before hurriedly hailing a taxi and rushing to the location Long Xinsheng had mentioned.

Led by the waiter, we walked through a winding corridor and opened the door to the last private room in the teahouse. A handsome man dressed in off-white linen casual clothes was already waiting with tea in hand.

"You arrived a little later than I expected. Did something happen on the way?" His calm tone, though unintentional, revealed that he had anticipated everything.

Feng Nian'en really hated his all-knowing tone. He twitched the corners of his mouth, sat on the wooden couch, and made no attempt to explain.

Long Xinsheng smiled slightly, waved for the waiter to leave, then picked up the purple clay teapot, poured in a light green liquid that was seven-tenths full, and pushed it in front of Feng Nian'en.

"I was truly astonished to meet you that day."

Feng Nian'en gritted her teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "Likewise."

Long Xinsheng laughed, his gaze becoming more interested: "Don't worry, I won't tell Wenwen your identity."

Feng Nian'en clenched her fist and deliberately tugged at the corner of her mouth: "I don't know either."

His expression was quite stiff, but even that surprised Long Xinsheng. He always had the habit of studying his opponents. Although Feng Nian'en could not be called his enemy, he knew that Feng Nian'en had special significance to Zhang Hanwen, so he had put a lot of effort into studying him as well.

In modern society, everyone has several rivals, children and adults alike. Rivals in studies, games, work, and love; competition has permeated every corner of society. But Feng Nian'en can almost be said to have no rivals. To be precise, he doesn't see anyone as a rival. When others attack, he naturally avoids them, showing no desire for competition and having no pursuit of material things. It's as if he's simply existing.

Long Xinsheng hated this kind of person the most in his life—a person who wastes their life aimlessly and is utter garbage of society! Oh, and of course, he also had another flaw: a foolish loyalty to Zhang Jiru, just like his father!

Seeing Feng Nian'en, who usually only knew how to cower and retreat, say such things, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Was this guy now treating him as an opponent? Was it for Wenwen's sake?

He took a sip of tea and asked jokingly, "Between Zhang Jiru and Wenwen, which one would you choose?"

"I do not understand what you mean."

“Is that so? Well then,” he narrowed his eyes, “you know, Wenwen and I have a very special relationship.” He paused deliberately for a moment, and Feng Nian’en’s expression didn’t change much, but it became even more stiff. He smiled and continued, “If one day Wenwen were to become Zhang Jiru’s enemy for my sake, who would you choose?”

Feng Nian'en glared at him: "That's absolutely impossible!"

“Absolutely impossible?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying Wenwen would never be an enemy of Zhang Jiru, or that she wouldn’t fall out with Zhang Jiru for my sake?”

Volume Two, Chapter Thirty-Five: Father's Last Words

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“Miss would never…” He stopped abruptly, stood up abruptly, and said sharply, “It was you!”

Finally, he found the answer. Was Zhang Hanwen's erratic behavior all because of this man? Did this guy force her to fall out with her father? Did she discover his nefarious intentions? He thought of the heartbreaking face he had seen twice recently, and his heart was filled with rage. He wanted nothing more than to rush up and beat the person in front of him into mincemeat!

Long Xinsheng narrowed his eyes. He never thought Zhang Hanwen would tell others those things at this stage, but obviously this guy knew something or noticed Wenwen's strange behavior. He took another sip of tea and didn't speak.

Feng Nian'en took a couple of breaths, trying to calm herself down: "I don't know what your purpose is, but you'd better stop right now, otherwise, otherwise I will definitely not let you go, definitely!"

"Give up? You won't let me go? You definitely won't?" Long Xinsheng looked at him mockingly.

"Definitely!" he affirmed, then gritted his teeth and continued, "The Zhang family will be yours sooner or later. Miss, Miss likes you so much, why would you do something to cause her pain!" After saying this, he almost hated himself. What was he saying? Was he begging her not to do it? Was he really that useless? Even if he had some ulterior motive, even if he wanted something, was he really incapable of handling it? Was he truly powerless?

Yes, perhaps he truly couldn't compare to Long Xinsheng in terms of ability, but if that were all, he would never have said such a thing. Most importantly, this man could cause Zhang Hanwen pain, could make that radiant, sun-kissed face wither. Fight? Sure, but if the result of the fight was to break that woman's heart, then what was the point?

Long Xinsheng put down his cup and sneered, "That's right, the Zhang family is mine, but not in this way, when that beast hands it over to me. I will take it back from him!"

"What did you say!" Feng Nian'en stepped forward, and if he hadn't bumped into the coffee table, he would have already lost his mind and pounced on it.

"Sit down." Long Xinsheng calmly refilled his cup. "I don't think Wenwen will tell you, so let me explain. If you're angry, you can listen to me first."

Feng Nian'en hated this situation where he had to follow the other party's instructions at every step, but he couldn't just walk away. Besides, the other party's words aroused his absolute curiosity. What secrets were hidden here? Was Zhang Hanwen suffering only because of this man?

Even though leaving was impossible, he didn't sit down. He knew that this behavior was like a child throwing a tantrum, but he still couldn't help it.

Long Xinsheng didn't say anything more and calmly drank his tea. The clear and melodious sound of the guzheng flowed slowly through the loudspeaker in the small space, but the atmosphere in the room was anything but peaceful.

Long Xinsheng spoke again. He didn't waste any words, his tone was flat, and his voice didn't carry much emotion. In just five minutes, he told the old-fashioned but full of love and hate story.

"Which side do you think Wenwen will take?" He asked without confirming whether Feng Nian'en believed him after he finished speaking.

Feng Nian'en wanted to express his disbelief, ideally by making a sarcastic remark and then leaving with a cold laugh. However, his reason, his thinking, his understanding of Zhang Hanwen, and his knowledge of Long Xinsheng all told him that the story was true.

Volume Two, Chapter Thirty-Six: Father's Last Words

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He stood there stiffly, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke weakly: "Perhaps, this world isn't so..."

"Does this world necessarily require revenge? Does this world necessarily require endless cycles of retribution? Is there no evil in this world? Is this world incredibly beautiful? Is this world bright and radiant?" Before he could finish speaking, Long Xinsheng interrupted him, each sentence more mocking than the last.

"Or are you saying that I don't necessarily need revenge? I don't necessarily need to take back everything that should belong to me? Or are you trying to adopt the tone of those literary novels, saying that as long as I'm happy, my parents in heaven will be overjoyed and thank God?"

Feng Nian'en was completely speechless. Although this method was wrong, what else could he say? If it were him today, he would probably do the same. After all, it was his father, and it was something that originally belonged to him. Taking back what had been taken away is what everyone would do, right?

“But—” he raised his eyes, “why do you have to let Miss know! Just do what you want to do, why do you have to let her know!”

"That was an accident."

"You!" Feng Nian'en could no longer hold back and pulled him up from the wooden bed. "Bastard! An accident! You just tell me it's an accident? Do you know how sad she is right now? Do you know how much pain she's in? You...you treat her like this! An accident, because of this accident, she..."

"So what?" Even though he was being pulled up by the collar, he didn't show the slightest sign of embarrassment. "Won't she find out sooner or later?"

"you……"

"Let me go." The voice was calm, but the tone was commanding. Feng Nian'en stared at him stiffly. Long Xinsheng struck his wrist bone with a palm, and he involuntarily let go.

"Very good." He straightened his clothes. "It seems you're on Wenwen's side now."

"Wh-what?"

"Isn't that right? You weren't concerned about that beast just now."

Feng Nian'en looked up in shock, seeing his own disheveled face reflected in the other person's eyes. Indeed, he hadn't considered Zhang Jiru at all. Admittedly, he had been instilled with the idea of protecting his young mistress since childhood, but his young mistress and the Zhang family, and Zhang Jiru, had always been inseparable. However, just now, after hearing that story, after learning of Long Xinsheng's plans, he hadn't worried at all about what his master would do.

"I...I..." His voice trembled slightly, "I would never betray Master." He didn't even believe his own words. If it was for Zhang Hanwen, would he really not betray Zhang Jiru? He stared blankly at the dark beige wall, his father's voice ringing in his ears again: "Think carefully, Nian'en, what do you want?"

What does he want? What exactly does he want?

"Don't worry." The voice that pierced through his thoughts was now so cold. "I didn't ask you to betray that beast. You just need to stay out of it."

"As long as I don't interfere?" Feng Nian'en looked at him in disbelief. "You're telling me all this just to keep me from interfering?" A beam of light flashed by quickly, and he vaguely seemed to have grasped something.

Long Xinsheng nodded: "Wenwen may not fall out with that beast yet, but she would never go against her brother for the sake of someone who killed her own father, so you should not interfere." He said with a slight smile, "My master has always had a good working relationship with your lineage, and I don't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings."

Volume Two, Chapter Thirty-Seven: Father's Last Words

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Feng Nian'en suddenly realized that this person wasn't worried about him, but about his current identity! A person like him, who had no wealth, power, or outstanding talent, wouldn't care about Long Xinsheng no matter how many people there were, but a vampire, a blood clan member, could make him so concerned that he had to reveal his secret!

Thinking about this, Feng Nian'en almost laughed. This identity that he used to escape fear and even terror had such a powerful effect!

He raised his eyes, looked directly at Long Xinsheng, and said with the same calm expression, "I can't promise you anything." After he finished speaking, he turned around, opened the door, and left quickly without waiting for the other to speak.

Long Xinsheng watched him leave, narrowing his eyes. The outcome was roughly what he had predicted. Even knowing the cause of the matter, Feng Nian'en wouldn't immediately betray Zhang Jiru, much less stand idly by in front of his enemy. But that was enough. Knowing the inside story, Feng Nian'en would no longer wholeheartedly help Zhang Jiru, because that would also cause his young lady pain.

Right now, this guy must be torn between two options again. No matter what he does, Wenwen will be upset. Even if his final decision is to side with Zhang Jiru, he will definitely be hesitant and full of worries when he acts, but that's enough for him.

He finished his tea, straightened his clothes, and frowned. That guy was now a vampire. His master had told him that if he really wanted to fight a vampire, he needed to keep at least five meters away!

He had already verified this with that despicable vampire named Lin Ya, but he didn't expect that a newly joined vampire could be this fast. He didn't even see how Feng Nian'en grabbed him just now.

"Is a newly named vampire already this powerful?" he wondered to himself. Aren't vampires' abilities supposed to increase with age? Of course, even a newly transformed vampire is incredibly powerful to ordinary people, but he was not an ordinary person!

Should he be more careful with that guy? Thinking this, he smirked, laughing at himself for being overly cautious. Even if he were faster, stronger, or even gained some wealth from his elders, what difference would it make? Feng Nian'en's mild-mannered nature had already sealed his fate!

The vampire he really needed to worry about was someone else.

As he strode out of the teahouse, the sudden burst of sunlight made Feng Nian'en stumble. He took a step back and stood in the shadow of the signboard, feeling utterly lost.

What should we do? What's the best way to do it?

A silver-gray sports car pulled up in front of him, and Ruoya, wearing sunglasses, rolled down the window: "Get in."

He mechanically got into the car, and before he could even settle in, the car sped off.

"We must get back immediately; thirteen people have died in this city."

Thirteen people died? Feng Nian'en was stunned. In a city with tens of millions of people, the death of a dozen or so people in a day is not a big deal, right? Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his face, "You mean thirteen, thirteen were, were... killed?"

Ruoya nodded: "Judging from the surface, it is indeed due to the loss of a large amount of blood, and teeth marks were found."

"Why do this?" He almost jumped up.

Ruoya glared at him fiercely: "What's your name? Did you think I did this?"

"No...of course not," he replied weakly. It certainly couldn't be Wakaya; they'd barely been apart for the past two days. But whoever it was, it would be a devastating blow to him.