Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 832 - 534: What About Yours?

The expressions on the faces of the Feng Family members almost cracked upon hearing this.

Welcoming Teacher Wang my ass!

Can’t you speak properly?!

Even those who prided themselves on having thick skin couldn’t help but feel the heat rising on their faces.

They had merely come downstairs out of self-interest, to offer a perfunctory greeting, but was it really necessary to "welcome Teacher Wang"?!

How ugly to say such a thing!

Standing at the back, Feng Chi almost couldn’t keep himself from bursting out laughing.

Ahma, I’d better send a message to my brother, he’d better not laugh during this.

Actually, looking at it from an outsider’s perspective, if it had only been three or five people here, it certainly wouldn’t have been a big deal. But with so many gathered here now, whether sincerely or begrudgingly, everyone had a smile on their face, and the situation was indeed...

The mutter from that person a moment ago instantly attracted too many gazes.

These kinds of things spread fast, and onlookers do not care about the facts.

People immediately whipped out their phones and subjectively described the scene through text, sending it in private to friends and family.

They were all dignified people; they wouldn’t take photos to spread online, and, if they really couldn’t resist, they’d only share it with friends and family.

Friends and family who received the messages: ?!!

It’s been just a few days, and the Feng Family’s "domestic affairs" have developed to this stage?

Old Man Feng is still lying awake upstairs, yet downstairs they’re welcoming Teacher Wang?!

Could it be that Old Man Feng wouldn’t get so angry that he’d jump up from his sickbed?

Oh, he might instead just pass away from anger... cough!

The Feng Family members also realized that the current situation was unfavorable to them.

One could imagine what the photos and commentary would look like once spread by social media.

But now, turning around and going back upstairs would seem too deliberate, giving the impression of "thou doth protest too much."

The younger ones were not skilled enough in controlling their emotions; being neither able to advance nor retreat, they awkwardly stood there.

Feng Yi’s uncle did manage to explain a few things calmly and steadily to the people around.

Whether it had any effect was another matter.

Onlookers outwardly went, "Oh, I see, so that’s how it is."

Inner thoughts: What, really not kowtowing? Really?

Slightly disappointed, but they continued to watch.

When Feng Yi, carrying a fruit basket, arrived, he immediately sensed the strange atmosphere that did not belong in a hospital.

The surge of emotions around him, those excited and curious looks, translated to—

Fight! Fight!

The hospital security guards had all gathered, eyeing them guardedly.

Feng Yi: "..."

Really, there are always people looking for drama!

Even if there was to be a fight, it wouldn’t happen here; he wasn’t so devoid of public decency.

Feng Yi, carrying the fruit basket, continued to approach.

The fruit basket was bought from a nearby high-end shop, one of those gifts that were expensive because of the packaging.

Regardless of whether the contents were delicious or not even a dog would eat, at least its packaging would make people think—this is presentable.

Worthy to be given!

The Feng Family members were originally planning to have a longer conversation with Feng Yi to smooth things over, but under the current circumstances, they thought better of it and hurried upstairs!

They’d have someone monitor the online situation later, deleting opinions that shouldn’t appear and suppressing what needed to be suppressed! Money could easily solve such trivial issues!

However, they were also aware that although public platform information could be deleted, the content that appeared in various chat software couldn’t be completely erased or contained.

Worries +1+1...

By now, Feng Yi had already approached.

In a public setting, under everyone’s gaze, both sides exchanged hypocritical smiles, engaged in brief pleasantries, and had no interest in further conversation, heading upstairs in groups.

They soon arrived outside Old Man Feng’s hospital room.

The secretary, who had been waiting there, looked at the young man approaching.

Compared to the previous meeting at the family mansion, Feng Yi now had less sharpness in his eyes, which made him seem more dangerous. His eyes betrayed little emotion or affection.

As the secretary pondered, he bowed slightly and politely said, "President Feng."

The last time they met, he had called him "Mr. Yi."

This time it was "President Feng."

Feng Yi’s uncle, who was following behind and usually was addressed so, looked over.

Unperturbed and showing no change in expression, the secretary continued.

"Mr. Yi" no longer suited Feng Yi’s status.

Distinguishing with terms like "the younger President Feng" and "the older President Feng" was also not appropriate, since Feng Yi had already clearly separated himself from the Feng Family of Yang City.

"It’s been a long time," said Feng Yi as he passed the fruit basket to the secretary.

Next to him, A’que, Feng Yi’s personal bodyguard, sized up the Feng Family bodyguards guarding the sickroom.

It was one against many.

Yet, it was the others who appeared less confident. Their defensiveness and tension were clearly a notch down in terms of imposing presence.

The bodyguards here were also helpless.

They had heard about the attack on Feng Yi on a rainy night, they even knew more details than what the rumors suggested.

They might not know much else, but they were aware that Feng Yi’s bodyguard could really fight—a life-threatening fight!

The Feng Family members, taking it all in, immediately felt dissatisfied: So incompetent! What’s the point of having you?!

At the entrance of the room, Old Man Feng’s secretary did not exchange pointless pleasantries with Feng Yi.

He opened the door to the hospital room and invited Feng Yi in.

"The old man would like to have a word with you alone."

That is to say, everyone else was not permitted to enter, only Feng Yi.

A’que and the others looked at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi gestured for them to wait outside.

Under the surprised gaze of the secretary, Feng Yi, without hesitation and without asking his followers to perform any checks, entered the room.

Whether there was a problem in the room or not, Feng Yi would know.

This time, Old Man Feng really hadn’t played any tricks.

There was also a window on the side of the room; the venetian blinds were not fully closed, allowing one to vaguely see the situation inside from outside.