The trembling voice was enough to prove how shocked Old Master Feng was. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and when he stared again, the tall figure in the distance was indeed his eldest grandson, Yichen.
What on earth was he doing!
Feng Haoran, the younger grandson who came with Old Master Feng, immediately began to fan the flames: "Grandpa, look! There's still excrement on Big Brother's mouth.
He must have eaten excrement just now!"He had long been jealous that grandpa had handed over most of the business to Feng Yichen. He must take this opportunity to make grandpa completely disappointed in Feng Yichen.
Old Master Feng took a look and indeed saw a yellowish unknown liquid on the corner of Feng Yichen's mouth.
Was this Yichen out of his mind? Old Master Feng was furious and shouted loudly at the figure not far away: "Yichen! What are you doing!"
Feng Yichen, who was walking back, stopped in his tracks. When he turned around and saw Old Master Feng, his expression softened a lot.
"Grandpa, why are you here?"
Old Master Feng took a few big steps forward. As soon as he got close, he wrinkled his brows tightly due to the stench of the excrement soup in Feng Yichen's hand.
He pointed at the bowl of excrement soup, panting with anger: "You! Tell me, what on earth are you doing?!"
"Are you talking about the excrement soup in my hand?" Feng Yichen nonchalantly and seriously explained, "This is an excrement soup specially prepared by me for Rou'er to nourish her body."
Old Master Feng's already furrowed brows knitted even tighter upon hearing Feng Yichen's words.
"You! You let that Qu Rou'er move into the house? And! And prepared excrement soup for her?"
He had always disliked that woman, Qu Rou'er. He always thought she was seductive and liked to pretend to be weak to disrupt other people's families. And Yichen actually let her move into the house! But what did it mean that he prepared excrement soup for her? Was he trying to take revenge on her? But if it was for revenge, why did he drink it himself? Old Master Feng felt his head was about to explode, and to make matters worse, Feng Yichen was still speaking up for Qu Rou'er.
"Grandpa, Rou'er is inherently weak. Naturally, I can take better care of her by keeping her by my side."
"You're already married! You're a married man. Bringing a woman into the house out of the blue, aren't you out of your mind!"
"That's right!" Feng Haoran, while attentively supporting Old Master Feng, said in a sarcastic tone, "How could Big Brother not listen to grandpa? If it were me, I'd marry whoever grandpa told me to, and I'd stop associating with any woman grandpa told me to."
Feng Yichen frowned at this sarcastic tone. But out of respect for Old Master Feng, he didn't lash out. Instead, he patiently explained: "Grandpa, Rou'er and I are truly in love. She left me and went abroad because she had to go for treatment. There was just a little misunderstanding between us."
Seeing his persistence, Old Master Feng gave up: "Fine, fine. Have it your way."
Seeing that Old Master Feng no longer opposed his relationship with Qu Rou'er, a smile appeared on Feng Yichen's face: "Grandpa, I promise you, you'll like Rou'er in the future too."
After that, he glanced at the excrement soup in his hand: "It's a pity this bowl of excrement soup has been contaminated."
Old Master Feng: "..."
What was there to feel pity about for a bowl of excrement soup?
The three of them returned to the courtyard together. Feng Yichen called a servant: "This bowl of excrement soup is dirty. Take it down and pour it out."
Hearing this, Old Master Feng heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that Yichen's mind was still normal.
However, Feng Yichen's next words made his expression change again.
"Now go and prepare a fresh bowl of excrement soup immediately. Rou'er's health can't wait."
"This..." The servant holding the excrement bowl was filled with shock. It seemed that the young master was really crazy. One bowl wasn't enough, and he wanted a fresh one.
Old Master Feng's expression turned solemn. He raised his hand, then put it down, and finally let out a heavy sigh. Yichen was really out of his mind!
Seeing this, Feng Haoran immediately suggested: "Grandpa, Big Brother must be ill and not in his right mind. In this state, he 恐怕 can't handle the company's affairs..."
Old Master Feng thought for a moment and then said: "In that case, the company's affairs will be handed over to Haoran for now. Yichen, you..." The old master hesitated: "You'd better take a good rest... recover from your illness."
At least, get rid of this excrement - eating habit first. Otherwise, if he went to the company and started eating excrement in front of those directors, where would the Feng family's dignity be!
Feng Yichen protested upon hearing this: "I'm not ill at all. What illness do I need to recover from? Grandpa, you're clearly making an excuse to hand the company to Feng Haoran!"
Old Master Feng couldn't bear it any longer: "If you're not ill, why are you eating excrement?"
Eat... eat excrement? Feng Yichen came to his senses and realized something was wrong. He seemed to have done something strange just now.
Wait, why did his mouth have a strange taste? He smacked his lips a few times, and an indescribable smell filled his mouth. This stench seemed to be...
"Damn it!" Feng Yichen growled, finally realizing what he had done just now.
He couldn't taste the excrement soup when he was controlled by the plot. But now that he was out of control, the smell hit him all at once.
The moment he thought about having drunk such a disgusting thing, Feng Yichen felt his stomach churning, and he vomited.
After vomiting, the more Feng Yichen thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Why did he suddenly drink excrement?
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and his face turned terrifyingly gloomy.
"Damn it! It must be that woman's doing!"
Feng Yichen rushed into the villa in big strides and grabbed Fu Xue'er, who was about to leave with Mrs. Fu.
"You poisonous woman!" Feng Yichen tightly grasped Fu Xue'er's wrist and roared viciously, "You must have used some kind of witchcraft to harm me and Rou'er, right!"
There was still excrement juice on the corner of Feng Yichen's mouth, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a strong stench wafted over. Fu Xue'er almost fainted from the stench.
She forced herself to hold back the urge to vomit. The man she had once loved deeply now disgusted her more and more!
"Feng Yichen, are you out of your mind? Who could stop you if you wanted to eat excrement?"
Feng Yichen thought about it. It seemed that Fu Xue'er had indeed tried to stop him just now.
But! So what? Fu Xue'er must have been putting on an act. She was the one who brought up that bowl of excrement soup!
Thinking of this, Feng Yichen's face became even more terrifyingly gloomy. With a sudden yank, Fu Xue'er fell to the ground.
[Original text: Then, he walked over slowly, stood in front of her, and said: "Tell me! What kind of sorcery did you use exactly!"]
Seeing this, Jiang Miaomiao immediately called out to the system.
[System, change'standing in front of her' to 'kneeling in front of her'.]
The next second, with a thud, Feng Yichen knelt down in front of Fu Xue'er: "Tell me! What kind of witchcraft did you use!"
Old Master Feng, who had just entered the door, was so angry that his beard seemed to fly up when he saw this scene.
"Yichen! How could you kneel to a woman!"
Feng Yichen realized that he had knelt down to Fu Xue'er and immediately became furious.
[Original text: He quickly stood up from the ground, then looked at Old Master Feng who had come over: "Grandpa, listen to me!"]