Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 801 - 510 He’s Guarding Against You

The construction area near Xiao Feng Mountain, where various construction sites and businesses that had already opened were still bustling with people, was a topic of casual conversation during downtime, especially the recent incident where a luxury car had narrowly escaped being crushed by building materials.

Now, the damaged road had been repaired, showing no signs of the previous accident. However, every time a car drove past that area, the drivers were evidently more cautious.

Feng Yi drove past that location today, took a quick look around, and then went directly to Xiao Feng Mountain, without stopping by the gallery or Steve’s place. He planned to check on "Little Koi" when he returned.

Uncle Zhen had already arrived at Xiao Feng Mountain ahead of time; it wouldn’t do to keep an uncle waiting.

This outing wasn’t known to outsiders and was even more low-key. Feng Yi drove up the mountain smoothly without encountering any other incidents.

Xiao Feng Mountain was as serene as ever.

The gentle breeze carried the fragrance of wildflowers and various other scents.

The ancient Feng Family Ancestral Home was shaded by lush trees at the front.

Under the shade of the trees, there was a tea table set up.

The stylish Uncle Zhen was sitting at the tea table, leisurely enjoying his tea.

Opposite the tea table, Mute Uncle, focused on his mobile phone, seemed to be on the verge of swearing any second, judging by his intense expression.

The sound of an approaching car caused Uncle Zhen to look up. Seeing Feng Yi getting out of the car, he smiled happily and waved, then lifted his arm to point in a particular direction:

"Hey, Feng Yi! You’ve arrived just in time. There’s a big snake over here!"

Feng Yi placed the meal prepared by Bing on the table. He didn’t need Uncle Zhen to point out the exact location; Feng Yi could find the target by following the scent.

"Looks like the reserve next door had another snake escape."

Feng Yi skillfully caught a nearly two-meter-long, thick-bodied king rat snake and returned it to the reserve.

When he returned, both Mute Uncle and Uncle Zhen, who was already standing, took a big step back before Feng Yi could even speak.

"Wash your hands first, go wash your hands, that snake smells!"

The snake had released some indescribable odors in its extreme panic.

Feng Yi went to find a sink to wash his hands with practiced ease. freewebnσvel.cøm

Uncle Zhen, holding the dishes Feng Yi brought, said to Mute Uncle, who was still engrossed in his game, "Big brother, I’m going to use the kitchen." He had already informed him beforehand.

Feng Yi, who had come over after washing his hands, heard this and laughed, "Uncle, you’re calling him ’big brother’?"

As Uncle Zhen walked toward the kitchen, he replied: "Although he’s old enough to be my father, by seniority, I still should call him ’big brother.’ Don’t you also call him ’uncle’? Would you rather call him ’gramps’?"

Mute Uncle shot a glance their way.

Uncle Zhen smiled and went with Feng Yi to the kitchen to prepare today’s meal. Since no one else was brought along, they had to cook for themselves.

Uncle Zhen also brought some semi-prepared dishes in his car. Of course, these weren’t the kind mass-produced by factories but specially made by a chef and brought over in a car refrigerator and insulated box, ready to be finished off with some simple cooking.

Soon, the square dining table was laden with dishes.

Uncle Zhen had heard about Feng Yi’s car nearly being hit by falling debris at the construction site. Originally, he would not have come to Yang City on this business trip, but after hearing about Feng Yi’s incident, he made a detour to find a quiet place to talk with him. After searching, he thought Xiao Feng Mountain was the perfect place. The Feng Family Ancestral Home certainly added to its serenity.

The two discussed the construction site accident.

"Do you know who was behind it?"

"Still unclear, it’s under investigation."

At the dining table, with just the three of them, there was no rule against talking while eating.

Feng Yi and Uncle Zhen, both of whom had driven there, didn’t drink, while Mute Uncle happily indulged himself with a sip of alcohol and mouthfuls of food.

Mute Uncle, who couldn’t speak, used electronic devices to communicate. However, today it was mostly Feng Yi and Uncle Zhen chatting, with Mute Uncle only interjecting occasionally before diving back into his indulgences.

Uncle Zhen leaned toward Feng Yi and said, "Be extra careful. You should have brought a bodyguard with you today! Your worth is no small thing now, holding the reins to the Ancestral Factory. If anything happened to you, others might benefit!"

Mute Uncle made a ’tsk’ sound with his mouth.

Uncle Zhen glanced in that direction and continued to share his security experience with Feng Yi.

As they finished their meal, Feng Yi received a new message notification on his phone. It was from the butler.

"Oh, the butler just told me that they found the middleman who acted as the messenger. It was him who took the orders and then passed them to others. Kind of a task-based business. He’s already been taken into custody, and when they caught him, he was trying to run off with a bag of gold bars. Bystanders cornered him."

Uncle Zhen’s eyebrows rose, "Information from the butler?"

Feng Yi: "Mhm."

Uncle Zhen: "Can you tell me exactly how it was said?"

Feng Yi: "What I just told you?"

Uncle Zhen: "No, no, I mean, what were the butler’s exact words?"

Feng Yi was silent for a few seconds before he disclosed it.

The butler’s description: In the presence of enthusiastic citizens, the man, dragging his wounded body with a heavy bag of gold bars, excitedly leaped into the welcoming arms of the police!

Uncle Zhen: "... He’s become more roundabout in his actions... not as straightforward as I’m used to."

Feng Yi smiled and offered no further explanation.

He thought that maybe the butler hadn’t changed at all.

Looking back, Feng Yi remembered that the butler was on a phone call before he left, exuding a quite menacing aura, only to change his mind abruptly upon noticing Feng Yi.

Uncle Zhen, looking across at Mute Uncle who was eating, drinking, and still not forgetting to play electronic mahjong, lowered his voice and said to Feng Yi, "It’s good. If you can, rein him in a bit. He may look dignified and speak appropriately, but his worldview and logic are different from others. In some ways, he’s a madman."

Mute Uncle, busy with his game, let out a hearty laugh, his face folding into all smiles.

It was unclear whether he had won at the game or if it was his reaction to Uncle Zhen’s earlier comments.

Uncle Zhen glanced at the man across and continued speaking in a low voice to Feng Yi:

"In this world, the only living person who can restrain the butler and change his mind is you. I’m a bit worried about his mental state."

Once again, the silent laughter reverberated from across the table.

Both men in conversation looked over.

Mute Uncle was still intently focused on his phone screen, playing cards with an unrestrained smile on his face.

It seemed like several times it was only a subtle coincidence.

Uncle Zhen could not go on.

Brother, I have endured you for a long time! Do you always smack your lips when you eat? And you keep the rhythm so precise!

Uncle Zhen stood up and called out to Feng Yi, "We’ve finished eating and rested a bit, let’s go outside for a walk to aid our digestion."

"Sure, Mute Uncle, take your time eating." Feng Yi said.

Mute Uncle did not even lift his head, just waved his hand.

Feng Yi and Uncle Zhen, the two of them, left the house to slowly stroll along the mountain paths.

Now that there was no one else around and no suspicious electronic devices in the vicinity, Uncle Zhen’s tone became more natural.

"The environment here is very nice, some people who talk about Feng Shui think that the location of the ancestral home can bring prosperity to the family."

Feng Yi asked, "Uncle, do you believe it?"

Uncle Zhen: "Believe it or not, it’s hard to say. My mom has quite a sentiment for this place. But the ancestral home bringing prosperity to the family, it doesn’t apply to everyone."

Previously, the ancestral hall of the Feng Family in Yang City was located here, but it did not seem to make much of a difference.

Uncle Zhen then began to talk about the Ancestral Factory.

The fact that his own mother, Feng Yi’s grand-aunt, left not just a share but the entire Ancestral Factory to Feng Yi was shocking to them.

After the shock, when they reflected on past events, their mindset was rather calm.

"Your grand-aunt prepared us long ago, saying that if she didn’t leave some things to us, it was because we were not suitable. The Ancestral Factory indeed is a very tempting piece of meat, but it only becomes ’Ancestral Factory’ in the hands of the designated heir."

He didn’t know much about Yue Gongyang, but he knew his own mother.

"My mom leaving the Ancestral Factory to you means that, you, have an incalculable value for the Ancestral Factory!

"Taking on this burden, indeed you will have endless wealth, but at the same time, you will also bear many pressures that ordinary people cannot understand.

"Work hard! And be careful!"

Feng Yi did not know how much Uncle Zhen was aware of the core secrets of the race; neither side would ask directly about this topic. Asking would not yield any answers.

But Feng Yi truly felt through the genuine emotions that Uncle Zhen was not feigning these words.

It was evident that his grand-aunt did quite a bit of psychological guidance to her children in the past. She also paved the way for the heir of the Ancestral Factory.

Uncle Zhen did not dwell too much on the topic of the Ancestral Factory; he brought up the Butterfly Project again.

Feng Yi’s opposition to the offshore trial made Uncle Zhen cautious.

"Is it really that dangerous?"

"It’s fair to say there’s a certain risk. And once it happens, it would be a big deal!"

"Hmm, it’s necessary to be fully prepared. Your aunts and uncles and I have the same thoughts, we can’t afford to take risks."

Their companies were not only in one region, but many places worldwide, especially in developed port coastal cities, where they set up companies, factories, and warehouses.

Now, every country is making preparations for the offshore trials during the storm season.

Continuous success would be great, but if what Feng Yi mentioned happened, without sufficient preparation, a lot could be lost.

After finishing the round and heading back, looking at the ancestral home getting closer.

Uncle Zhen hesitated, but still said, "I have a question I’m very curious about, it might be intrusive, but I’m just too curious. I’ll ask first, and if you find it inconvenient to answer, let’s just consider this a casual conversation."

Feng Yi: "Sure."

It was rare for Uncle Zhen to speak like this, Feng Yi thought he was going to ask about the secrets of his grand-aunt and himself, or about the hidden affairs of the Ancestral Factory, but then he heard the person beside him ask:

"Is Mute Uncle being wary of you?"

Uncle Zhen acutely sensed that this old brother, who guarded the Feng Family Ancestral Home, had a special sentiment towards Feng Yi.

It couldn’t be said to be dislike, it was likely concern as well, only compared to the butler’s outright partiality, it seemed awkward and carried a bit of strangeness.

As far as he knew, this old brother lived alone in the ancestral home but didn’t stay there all the time; he often went down the mountain to find people to play cards, games, attend gatherings, even visiting nursing homes to sing and dance. At seventy years old, he still lived quite a vibrant life.

He kept up with the latest electronic devices, and frequently replaced old ones, adept at keeping up with the information age. He was not antiquated, not one of those who secluded themselves from the world in the mountains.

When Uncle Zhen visited today, Mute Uncle, when only facing him, showed more consideration and tolerance than to other guests, not distant nor particularly cautious. In the midst, he even left to pick some fresh fruits and vegetables, took care of some other matters, and then came back to wait for Feng Yi with him.

But after Feng Yi arrived, Mute Uncle’s attention always partly rested on Feng Yi.

Unlike the butler’s focus.

After mulling it over for a long time and pondering deeply, Uncle Zhen felt that it seemed to carry a hint of caution. It was that non-aggressive, very subtle kind of defense.

That was just too strange!

"Is he doing this to you because I’m here?" To prevent the leakage of secrets or something?

"No, Mute Uncle is always like this."

"He’s guarding against you, it’s like he’s guarding against..." Uncle Zhen couldn’t quite find the words to describe it at that moment.

Feng Yi said, "Is it like he’s guarding against a naughty kid?"

Uncle Zhen stopped short.

Now that you mention it...

"It does seem like it! Hahaha!"

Uncle Zhen laughed.

"What did you do?"

"I didn’t do anything at all."

Feng Yi thought to himself: I can’t exactly say Mute Uncle is guarding against me digging up the "ancestral grave", right?

Uncle Zhen said, "What’s naughty about you? If you’re a naughty kid, then the butler is—cough!"