Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 829 - 532: Who Called Him Here?

Feng Chi’s thoughts began to unfold.

Family knew their own affairs, and after so many years, it was clear that those people were very cunning!

If Feng Yi really went there, facing his grandfather, a quarrel and agitation could escalate the emotions, oh boy...

If something truly happened to the old man, all the blame would be pushed onto Feng Yi.

Now, Feng Yi’s status was different, even if the negative news was fake, if enough people talked about it, it couldn’t be shaken off.

By then, would all the dirt be dumped on Feng Yi while others cleanly split the inheritance?

Wishful thinking!

Pondering these, Feng Chi immediately said, "Then you better pretend you don’t know, I’ll go check it out first."

When Feng Chi asked for leave from the program team and hurried back to Yang City, at a hospital in Yang City.

The old man was just fine today; he was listening to operas from over twenty years ago in the morning, but suddenly fell unconscious after a phone call.

He was still being resuscitated.

Outside the door.

Every member of the Feng Family who could make it was here.

The atmosphere was a bit strangely anxious.

Some people joined their hands together, praying like they were praying to gods, silently mumbling something.

Some had grim faces, quietly standing against the wall, either looking up or hanging their heads in silence.

New staff at the hospital seeing this scene sighed in their hearts.

The old man was so elderly, and in such a situation, when his children hurried over, they obviously were praying for his safety.

"Such filial piety!"

The Feng Family members full of various thoughts heard this and couldn’t keep their thoughts straight. freewёbnoνel.com

Praying for safety?

Some elderly are worth it, but others... it’s better if they pass on sooner!

Who knows how long it had been.

The doctor, beaming with joy, announced that the old man had made it through!

The faces of the leading members of the Feng Family, including Feng Yi’s uncle, momentarily froze.

But they quickly showed expressions of delight and excitement, murmuring, "Ah, that’s wonderful."

The hands hidden in sleeves, pockets, or clutching bags were clenched tightly.

Yet their steps were heavier as they moved.

However, once everyone saw the old man in the hospital room, their minds started working again.

The old man had regained consciousness, but his complexion was ashen, and his whole demeanor had lost its spirit.

After so many years, when had they ever seen the old man like this?

Feng Yi’s uncle’s hand, hidden in his sleeve, was clenched into a fist, so tightly that he couldn’t stop it from shaking.

This time was different! It really was different!

Although the old man had already made a will, he knew that the old man still hid a significant amount of assets.

It was about time for it to be revealed, right?

That money, besides being left to him, the direct eldest son—designated as the heir years ago, who else could it be for?!

Even if he couldn’t get all of it, he would definitely get most of it!

Many members of the Feng Family expressed a desire to stay and show their filial duty, but the recovered Old Man Feng only kept the bodyguards and secretaries, refusing visits from others. He said he just wanted to rest quietly today and didn’t want others to disturb him.

As "others," the Feng Family members could only leave for the time being.

But their scheming minds didn’t stop.

Old Man Feng had said, "I just want to rest quietly today," which meant they could come tomorrow, right?

So the next day, they all agreed on a time, though they didn’t arrive simultaneously. Their arrivals were staggered by not much time, and soon they were at the hospital.

Their faces showed they were worn out.

The ladies still wore makeup to cover it up, but it was more apparent on the men.

The dark circles and the bloodshot eyes showed just how torturous the previous night had been.

Those who hadn’t made it back yesterday were also present today.

Feng Chi was among them.

The old man’s hospital room was in a large suite of a private hospital; even if they went in, they could only wait at the doorway.

There were still bodyguards at the door.

The old man’s secretary was inside, and so was the lawyer, both confidants of the old man!

Hearing that these people were inside made the Feng Family’s thoughts even more active.

This setup was different! The implications were also different!

Unable to go inside to show off, they busied themselves outside the room.

This spot needed wiping, that floral arrangement wouldn’t do—everyone was very busy.

But when the door to the room opened, they all stopped what they were doing.

The secretary walked to the doorway, his expression somewhat stern, but he was usually like this, so it wasn’t revealing much.

"The old man asks for everyone to come in," he said.

Even though the interior room was not small, it felt cramped when all these people entered.

Mainly, everyone stayed away from the sickbed, and so could only crowd to one side.

Standing beside the bed were the old man’s trusted personnel, and such a scene clearly indicated that something important was coming.

Over many years, they had learned that when the old man’s trusted personnel were around, they didn’t need to go near the bed to show their filial piety. It would have the opposite effect.

After entering, everyone first observed the old man’s expression.

He seemed very stable.

He really had recovered.

The Feng Family members could not approach the sickbed, but they spoke warmly and sincerely.

The old man lifted his hand, signaling them to be quiet.

After quieting down, the old man asked, "Has Feng Yi come?"

The expressions varied among them, all maintaining silence.

Their thoughts were: We hoped he had come yesterday, but he didn’t. What does he want him here for today?

The old man just asked without expecting an answer, knowing the answer in his heart. He slightly turned his head, signaling to his secretary that he could speak.

The secretary took out a stack of documents, they were sales agreements and certificates—for a high-rise commercial building in the city area.

"Whoever gets Feng Yi to come, that building will belong to them."