Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 830 - 532: Who Called Him Here? Part 2

The Feng Family members were greatly startled.

Turns out the old man still had such a valuable building in his possession!

They remembered that this building wasn’t in the old man’s hands before, when did he acquire it? Or had it always been there, just well hidden?

There were documented proofs, after checking, indeed there was no forgery.

After hiding it for so long, why was the old man taking it out now, what’s the implication?

Feng Family’s eldest remained calm, not showing his emotions like the others.

And it wasn’t a pretense.

According to his estimations, the old man still had an even larger fortune in his grasp, not just this trifle!

This building was just a small piece of it!

It was just unknown when the old man would throw out that wealth.

At this point, still hiding and holding back, only bringing out a building to tease everyone?

The eldest of the Feng Family was calm, but the younger brothers and sisters, the younger generation, couldn’t keep their composure.

But many of them were blacklisted by Feng Yi.

For others, even if they kept his phone number, they didn’t have the guts. They had tried to get closer to Feng Yi before, but to no avail.

Now, not only did they need to get through to him on the phone, but they also had to convince Feng Yi to come over, a process that could likely irritate him.

There was a risk of retaliation.

They weighed the pros and cons in their hearts.

Previously, when Feng Yi was attacked on a rainy night, they had an idea who was behind it, or at least who played a part.

Furthermore, several dubious cash dens had been raided that very night, and they knew who was behind that too.

The old man and Feng Yi were both capable people.

It had only been a few days, the chaos hadn’t subsided yet, and Feng Yi was undoubtedly holding a grudge, just waiting for an excuse to act.

So many people outside were waiting to see Feng Yi clash with the old man.

In such a situation, who would dare to make the first move and call Feng Yi, attracting his animosity?

Why don’t you make the call yourself, old man? Can’t you say you could let your secretary do it, or have you already made the call? Or are you too scared to make the call?

You’re asking us to do something you yourself can’t do?

Are you really just using us as cannon fodder?

Although the temptation right before their eyes was huge, so was the danger.

Even if they could get their hands on the building now, they still had to be able to keep it!

But the temptation thrown out was really significant.

For a moment, they hesitated, undecided.

Feng Chi actually wanted to secretly send Feng Yi a live video of the scene, but the old man’s people were watching him.

So he could only shrink in the corner, watching it all happen.

Alas, why doesn’t our family have someone named "Storm"? Look how fitting that would be now.

At this moment, some looked towards Feng Chi.

Everyone in the Feng Family knew, Feng Chi had the best relationship with Feng Yi, and it was still strong to this day.

One could say, the piece of meat thrown out by the old man was closest to Feng Chi, almost fed to him.

Yet Feng Chi showed no intention of taking it.

Isn’t that just asking for his brother’s dislike?

When it’s time to cower, decisively cower.

Feng Chi admitted openly, "I don’t dare!"

That was a clear statement: I’m out, you all keep fighting.

Seeing this, Feng Chi’s parents also fell silent.

The third branch of the family withdrew.

The rest were still weighing their options. There were numerous subtle gestures and exchanges of glances going back and forth.

Although the old man was already bedridden, years of influence and deep-rooted fear meant they didn’t dare to make empty promises in his presence.

Feng Yi’s uncle and aunt, namely his biological parents, were also pondering their next move.

As Feng Yi’s identity had repeatedly exceeded their expectations and given the changing situation of the Feng Family, ever since their youngest son had been kidnapped once, the couple’s mutual recriminations had increased. But when faced with a common interest, they were still united.

Feng Yi’s parents glanced at their younger son.

Feng Jing, still young and not very tall, seemed oblivious to the events unfolding around him, unable to grasp the concepts of benefits and temptations. He hung his head, idly picking at his fingers.

The couple from the second eldest branch gently pushed him.

"Otherwise, why don’t we let our little Jing give it a try?"

Upon hearing these words, the rest of the Feng Family turned to look, some with surprise, others with disdain.

Feng Yi is still your own son, aren’t you? You’re too scared to try, and yet you push forward your younger son?!

The couple from the second eldest truly were scared.

How had they treated Feng Yi back then? How did they get along after Feng Yi returned to Yang City?

They knew very well.

Having seen plenty of the old man’s tactics against family members and the internal struggles within the family, they dared not place too much hope in blood-related kinship. The risk of probing was too great!

But Feng Jing was different.

It was Feng Yi who had found Feng Jing the last time he was taken.

There must be some brotherly love, right?

Even if not, with Feng Yi’s current status, he wouldn’t stoop to holding a grudge against a child even in anger.

The secretary glanced at the old man.

The old man gave no reaction, which was as good as consent.

The secretary pulled out a mobile phone and handed it to the second son of the Feng Family.

When Feng Yi had just returned to Yang City, the old man had arranged a meeting with Feng Yi at the old house, and the secretary had contacted Feng Yi.

Although there hadn’t been any contact for a long time afterward, they hadn’t been blocked either.

The second son took the phone but didn’t immediately dial out.

"Well... please wait a moment. We need to talk to little Jing first; he doesn’t understand anything yet."

Ignoring the gazes of everyone around, the couple took their youngest son aside and whispered instructions.

They would have preferred to avoid the crowd and give more detailed guidance to Feng Jing, but the others wouldn’t allow it.

In front of everyone, they couldn’t say too much.

Finally, they handed the phone to Feng Jing.

Feng Jing’s mother leaned in and said, "Don’t be scared, remember what we just told you? He’s your own brother, talk to your brother nicely."

Whether out of extreme nervousness or some underlying implication, the hand she placed on Feng Jing’s shoulder was too forceful.

Feng Jing couldn’t help but make a sound of distress right then and there, his mouth puckering in hurt: "Ow!"

The second son of the Feng Family coughed, reminding his wife to be mindful of their surroundings and restrain herself.

The room fell quiet.

Feng Jing held the phone, his small fingertip slowly jabbing at it, appearing quite unfamiliar with its use—others watching had the urge to rush over and operate it for him!

The phone the secretary brought out had been set to the contacts page already, ready to dial with a tap.

Such a simple task, yet it took Feng Jing several seconds to finally make the call successfully.

After a brief wait, the call connected.

It was Feng Yi’s voice.

"Hello?"

"Hello~ I’m Feng Jing~"

In his slow and tentative speech, he articulated each word as if he couldn’t detect everyone’s urging looks nor feel the tense atmosphere in the room.

The person on the other side of the call didn’t speak but didn’t hang up either.

Feng Jing opened his mouth as if he’d forgotten what to say next, slowly raising his head to look at his parents, his eyes shining with pure naivety.

His parents responded with encouraging glances tinged with a hint of coercion, silently mouthing words to prompt him.

All other considerations cast aside, the second son now whipped out his own mobile phone and started typing quickly, hoping to provide Feng Jing with a script to follow.

Under the gaze of the Feng Family members who watched as if at a show, full of curiosity and anticipation.

Before the prompt typed by his father could be shown to him, Feng Jing’s youthful but clear voice rose:

"Mom and Dad said... uh, Grandpa said if you come, they will give me a building."

The old man lying in bed had a moment of disordered breathing.

The eyes of the Feng Family members nearly popped out of their heads.

Are you an idiot?!

We asked you to wheedle, to ingratiate, to act pitiful, to coax him here first, not to just blurt out such things outright!!