Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 817 - 525 Undutiful Son

Yue Gongyang did not really care much about Feng Chi and smiled at Jia, saying, "Moreover, I trust his choice more."

As he spoke, he tilted his head toward Feng Yi.

Yue Gongyang knew that Feng Yi, as well as the deceased, never judged people solely by their appearance; they could see through a person’s heart!

No matter how exquisite one’s acting skills or how clever one’s words, the true heart could not hide in their presence.

Therefore, Yue Gongyang was not worried about Feng Yi being deceived. Since Feng Yi chose to trust Feng Chi, he naturally respected Feng Yi’s choice.

At that moment, having arranged matters regarding Feng Chi, Feng Yi came over and asked, "Is everything set up?"

Yue Gongyang adjusted his expression and replied, "Everything is arranged, all is going smoothly."

But what they spoke of was not just about here.

In fact, today’s events here were only a small part of what they needed to do. They used this event to divert certain attentions, and to pave the way for future actions.

What they truly cared about, the real focus of their efforts, was not here.

——

Not far from here.

In a village.

Most of the villagers were well-off, living in fine rural cottages.

A’jin, who had been speaking with Feng Chi through the phone, sat by a window munching on watermelon, constantly watching outside, occasionally glancing at his phone for messages.

Having received a call from Feng Chi earlier, he had thought about going over to help, but the new messages he received frightened them, and he could only apologize to Feng Chi.

However, his body was not there, but his mind lingered on the matter.

"I haven’t heard any noises, though."

A’jin muttered.

"Maybe it was mixed with the sound of the thunderstorm?"

Gradually, the thunder stopped, and the rain weakened.

After waiting a while longer, still not hearing any disturbance and no cars passing by the road near the village,

he rose to go to the bathroom to relieve himself, and just as he entered, he suddenly heard noises outside.

Downstairs, his brother shouted loudly, "A’jin! A’jin, you better check outside!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, A’jin nearly fell as he rushed out of the bathroom, tumbling and scrambling to the terrace, looking up at the sky.

He only saw a helicopter flying past.

The sky was too dark, and before he could grab his equipment to see clearly, the helicopter had already flown far away, heading in the direction they had banned today.

A’jin became even more excited and hastily asked a brother,

"What on earth happened? Why did a helicopter suddenly head that way?"

The person downstairs said, "Not one, but two! The first one already flew past before the one you just saw."

"Two helicopters? Whose were they?"

"Ancestral Factory’s!"

The respondent’s expression was serious, but his eyes also sparkled with curiosity and excitement.

They were too eager to know what had happened, even tempted to go and see for themselves, but reason still held them back.

The fiercest part of the storm had passed, but it was still drizzling, and if the Ancestral Factory suddenly deployed two helicopters, an emergency must have occurred!

The group gathered to discuss.

"Was this a medical helicopter, or one on a mission?"

"I guess, someone was after an important person from the Ancestral Factory!"

Speaking of the Ancestral Factory and Yang City, inevitably led to the mention of Feng Yi.

"Damn! Could it be Feng Yi?!"

"If it really is him in trouble... that would indeed be urgent!"

They still clearly remembered the incident when Feng Yi had discovered that huge diamond.

At that time, Feng Yi had found an enormous diamond in a private mine abroad, protected by several armed helicopters, and he had managed to return safely with the giant gem — that was no small feat!

What kind of person would dare to move against Feng Yi? And looking at the situation, it might well have been a premeditated attack!

There must have been a huge benefit for them to take such a risk on this job, to pull it off and immediately flee the country, living incognito thereafter.

And those who had the connections to take on such a big job were tough figures, known by name in certain circles.

If one didn’t have the nerve, they best keep their hands off.

A’jin had thought about calling Feng Chi to inquire and perhaps glean some information.

As he picked up his phone, he hesitated and ultimately gave up.

For safety’s sake, he continued to watch, pretending he knew nothing about what was going on!

A’jin belonged to several rather private chat groups, which were now buzzing with speculation: who were the perpetrators this time? How big was the benefit that compelled their action? Was the target Feng Yi?

Of course, what they were most interested in was the outcome of this incident.

Was the assassination successful?

Meanwhile, in certain circles, a rumor had already spread—

The young decision-maker of the Ancestral Factory, Feng Yi, had been attacked on his way back to Yang City, and his current status was uncertain!

Those who had seen the vehicles and helicopters from the Ancestral Factory weren’t just the few living here; others elsewhere had seen them too. The more people who witnessed it, the more credible the rumor became.

Some wanted to go and dig out firsthand news, but those closer, like them, stayed put on their own turf, quietly observing.

Then, as they observed, messages from various sources gradually came in.

Rumor had it... none of those involved in these events had returned!

Complete demise!

A’jin was surprised, yet not so surprised.

After all, Feng Yi was protected by armed forces! How easy could it be to succeed against him?

He just didn’t know if anyone was injured, and what would be the next move from the Ancestral Factory?

Outside, the light rain gradually ceased.

The rural night was darker and quieter than the city.

The dark night seemed to hide a terrifying beast, warily eyeing its surroundings.

Elsewhere.

Feng Chi sat in the car on his way home.

Feng Yi had someone drive him; Feng Chi did not go to their secret meeting spot but instead instructed the driver to take him to his own apartment in the urban area of Yang City.

Inside the car, the silence was still deafening.

Feng Chi was unsure how much the driver knew about the secrets. He was likely one of those Feng Yi trusted, but perhaps not about the core secrets, so was he still an outsider?

"Can’t talk secrets in front of outsiders!"

Therefore, Feng Chi continued to suppress the surging emotions within his heart, remained silent, deep in thought, giving off an air of reluctance to communicate.

His mind was still sorting through the events of the day.

He had almost come to believe those things about "inheritance" that Feng Yi mentioned.

And then, many more thoughts came to him on the ride back.

He knew there had been no need to rush there today, and that doing so might have even complicated matters.

But who could have predicted such an outcome?

It completely shattered his worldview!

As they got closer to the urban area, the car windows revealed many streetlights outside. In the distance, hills were outlined by the streetlights.

Feng Chi suddenly thought of Xiao Feng Mountain.

Atop Xiao Feng Mountain, the original Feng Family Ancestral Hall of Yang City was located there.

There lay the ancestral home of the Yang City Feng Family.

The ancestral home was quite old and not often inhabited. Even his great-grandfather’s generation did not live there.

He had heard from the adults in his childhood that the elders of the clan had intentionally placed the ancestral hall there.

And the ancestral home seemed to have been passed down to his great-grandmother by the previous clan leader.

Later, as he grew up, he accompanied others to visit the place and discovered that the ancestral tablets of his great-grandfather and deceased clan elders were only kept in a rather small room on the side of the ancestral home’s courtyard.

Due to many years passing and the old master’s odd attitude, their generation seldom visited for worship, making that room appear even more desolate.

A small, simply equipped, unvisited Feng Family Ancestral Hall.

The impression it gave him was as if the former masters of that place didn’t welcome their ancestors, but rather, the ancestors were just stubbornly staying there.

Other members of the Feng Family also wondered more than once whether the ancestor’s home on Xiao Feng Mountain was some treasured feng shui place? Why would their ancestors insist on clinging to it persistently?

With the resources of the Feng Family, wouldn’t it be better to find another feng shui treasure and build a bigger ancestral hall?

Eventually, the old master indeed moved the ancestral hall away from Xiao Feng Mountain.

The new ancestral hall was grander and was more frequently visited for worship.

Other members of the Yang City Feng Family had even less reason to go to Xiao Feng Mountain then.

But Feng Chi knew that Feng Yi often went there.

Although Mute Uncle was the caretaker of the ancestral home, Feng Chi felt that the ownership of the ancestral home had seemingly passed from his great-grandmother to Feng Yi.

He had not dwelled on this matter before, but now, upon reconsidering...

Perhaps, that place really was a feng shui treasure for the Feng Clan!!

His great-grandfather’s generation had a deep reverence for spirits and absolute faith in their ancestors.

Perhaps his ancestors knew of the family’s "inheritance" secrets and saw the location as an exquisite place that could secure the ancestors’ protection and ensure prosperity for future generations.

His ancestors had cried and begged to have their memorial tablets placed there after their death, almost as if they wanted to become squatters.

But who could have expected—

The old master precisely made a decision that defied the ancestors!

If spirits indeed existed in this world, one wonders if his great-grandfather and the clan elders would be stomping and swearing about their unfilial descendant...

At this thought, Feng Chi’s gaze drifted.

Ah, could I one day avoid entering the ancestral hall built by the old master and have my memorial tablet placed at the ancestral home?

In a few generations, perhaps a descendant might be as fortunate as my brother?

Even if no one directly inherits this "inheritance", inheriting my own ability to curry favor would also be fine!

While he was daydreaming, his phone chimed with a new message alert.

Feng Chi glanced at it, remembering that he had contacted a friend before driving over and had agreed on a time. If he hadn’t replied by then and was untraceable, his friend would call the police immediately.

Feng Chi had been in a brainstorming mode and had forgotten about this arrangement, but now he hurriedly sent a reply after receiving the message.

After sending the message, the phone quieted down again.

Feng Chi sighed.

Well, let’s not force the issue with the memorial tablet.

Whether or not the descendants can inherit, that’s a matter for several generations in the future.

After several generations, I won’t even be around to see it, so what does it have to do with me?

Just look at my great-grandmother and Feng Yi, there’s a generation gap.

Rather than worry, I should think about how to cling to my brother’s coat-tails while I’m still alive!

As the car brought Feng Chi back to his residential complex, his mind was still buzzing with excitement.

He thanked the driver courteously and entered the house with a poised and silent demeanor.

He shut the door.

Then, without even changing his shoes, he threw himself onto the sofa.

He couldn’t show any hint of it outside, but now back in his own territory, without strangers around...

The emotions he had held in until now could no longer be suppressed. His facial expression shifted as he thought more and more, sliding onto the carpet and rolling back and forth.

The more he thought, the more he felt the information expanding boundlessly, his head swelling and nerves tingling with excitement!

Overwhelmed with excitement, he might not speak about it, but holding in his emotions was too uncomfortable. He could keep a secret, but he couldn’t keep his emotions bottled up forever.

He got up and bounced on the sofa a few times, then grabbed a cushion and flung it around frenziedly like a mad dog shaking its prey.

Feeling it was insufficiently satisfying and lacking punch, he wanted to dig out his cherished ceremonial ribbon dragon for a frenzied dance!

Unfortunately, the ribbon dragon wasn’t here, so he pulled out his flowing silk pajama pants as a substitute, holding them as if wielding a magnificent dragon-shaped ribbon, dancing around his spacious living room.

He turned on the sound system.

Music!

The gongs boomed and firecrackers roared.

Add some festive suona music!

Bidi-laba-la—

Holding his pajamas, Feng Chi danced the dragon dance with wholehearted enthusiasm, determined to perform it for his brother next time!

This was just practice!

He danced with such buoyancy and zeal.

His parents, who had just finished a banquet and came here to handle some business, walked in and were totally astounded by the scene.

"Whose fool is this?"

"Looks like... probably... maybe... it’s ours."