Chapter 084: Rich Family x Stepmother x Fake Daughter (4)

Chapter 084: Rich Family x Stepmother x Fake Daughter (4)

Feng Yujiong actually had a pathological addiction to smoking.

She couldn’t control it, which was why her throat had always been hoarse, and she had been seeing doctors on and off for several years.

An extremely harsh childhood environment was like a thorny forest; to survive and pass through, one would inevitably be scarred.

She knew full well that her father and younger brother were just recovering from illness, yet habitually reached for a cigarette when entering the room. However, because of Feng Yuluo’s words, she forcefully extinguished it.

As a gesture of respect.

Feng Yuluo did not pay attention to his sister’s subtle action but instead clasped his fingers into a steeple, waiting for Feng Zhiguo’s response.

The latter, as if hit head-on by a truck, took a long time to regain his composure and looked helplessly at Feng Yujiong.

Though they seldom met, the siblings shared an uncanny calm at this moment, as if this was how it should be, as if it was inevitable.

Feng Zhiguo, who could put on a moody demeanor in front of outsiders, was flustered in front of his children and blurted out, “Did you conspire with her?”

Feng Yuluo raised his eyebrow. “What?”

Feng Zhiguo couldn’t bring himself to drink the hot tea anymore and swallowed hard several times, as if forcing back a string of curses.

He found everything unreasonable.

This son, this son who had lived in the slums for over twenty years, didn’t he know his own worth?

If only he had flattered his father, his future prospects, his status in the company, the caliber of his marriage partner, everything would have been smooth sailing. Wouldn’t that be better than selling those damn hand-held pancakes?!

Now, everything had turned upside down!

How dare Feng Yuluo assume such a superior attitude, saying ‘I’ll consider coming back,’ as if it wasn’t a certainty!

A child whose relationship wasn’t even close, dared to demand his father divorce his wife immediately and kick his sister out of the house.

Arrogant! Disgusting! Immoral!

Feng Zhiguo didn’t give in and, after a long while, said, “You’re blackmailing me.”

Feng Yuluo said impatiently, “Don’t escalate the situation. I didn’t want to come back in the first place.”

Feng Zhiguo flared up, saying, “What are you impatient about? Do you know how many people are lining up to see me? Do you know how many people would die to be my godson!”

“Look at yourself now, working menial jobs out in the open. Even if you worked for Feng Group, it wouldn’t be so disgraceful!”

Feng Yuluo frowned at him.

“First, you invited me to dinner, so I came. Where’s the food?”

“Second, what does my job have to do with you?”

Feng Zhiguo had been coddled by his wife and second daughter for over twenty years and was hit square in the face with the phrase ‘what does it have to do with you’ for the first time.

His face turned red with anger, and he shouted, “You ungrateful bastard!”

“Get out! I will never see you again! From now on, I won’t allow you to sell those miscellaneous things anymore; they’re an embarrassment to the Feng family!”

“If you open another food stall, I’ll send people to smash every single one until you can’t survive!”

Facing such a hysterical outburst, Feng Yujiong didn’t react much, rubbing her knuckles as her addiction kicked in, her eyes observing her younger brother’s reaction.

Feng Yuluo asked, “Is it because I have the Feng surname?”

“What a hassle. Then I won’t have a surname,” Feng Yuluo said. “I’m not on your household registry anyway; I’ll just change it.”

Feng Zhiguo’s face turned red with anger, and for a moment, it was as if his throat was tightly gripped. He stared at his son in shock.

At that moment, he truly felt that Feng Yuluo could follow through on his words.

This child really didn’t care about the exorbitant family wealth accumulated over four generations of the Feng family, nor did he seek his father’s attention or affection.

Feng Yuluo wanted nothing and cared for nothing.

But this was his flesh and blood, his only heir!

Without this son, what would become of him in the future? Would he rely on that fake second daughter, or the son-in-law brought in by his elder daughter, or the possibly non-existent grandson?!

No—absolutely not!

In the midst of his rage, Feng Zhiguo forcibly reined in his emotions and, with a voice like that of a choked-up secretary, said, “Serve the food.”

Secretary: “…!”

The dinner continued in an extremely tense atmosphere.

Feng Zhiguo found that there were many things he couldn’t discuss with this son.

Whenever he tried to manipulate or guide the conversation, this son would cut off all possibilities.

Although he had been raised in a poor family and didn’t understand many table manners, there were certain innate qualities that were exactly like his.

Harsh, ruthless, always putting himself first, never tolerating others’ control.

Feng Zhiguo couldn’t tell whether he disliked or admired this son. He even felt as if he was looking into a mirror of his younger self.

Meanwhile, the young man continued eating with a stone-faced expression.

His aura was cold and detached, with no emotional connection.

What is this? Deep-fried fresh milk, let me try a bite.

The beef is delicious! How can it be so tender and smooth! Slurp!

Oh, grilled quail, so crispy, let me have another bite.

The cream of chicken soup is delicious, the Russian-style onion soup is delicious too. I’ll get another cup of yogurt later.

At the enormous dining table that could easily seat twenty people, only three sat far apart from each other, with the secretary and the waiters huddled in the corners.

Feng Zhiguo vaguely felt the atmosphere had eased a bit and deliberately put on a smile, as if nothing unpleasant had just happened. He spoke to Feng Yujiong, “Your brother is doing exceptionally well in his studies. Just like you, he’s an ambitious top student.”

“We can send him abroad for further studies in the future. Let’s pick a good school.”

Feng Yujiong was eating fish and only after a while did she finish spitting out the bones. She asked, “Are you planning to divorce?”

Feng Zhiguo was annoyed, “Why are you bringing this up again!”

“If you don’t divorce, he won’t come back.” Feng Yujiong shrugged, “There’s no point in thinking about the rest.”

Feng Zhiguo was now only thankful that he hadn’t brought that mother and daughter here today; otherwise, it would have been another chaotic mess.

He had many lovers, but the one he enjoyed the most was Qin Shiyun.

Moreover, at home, only this mother and daughter knew how to care for him, giving him a sense of a warm family.

If he really divorced, he would be left alone with his eldest daughter, and he would go crazy in less than three days.

“You’re a sister too, and you’re five years older than Yuluo. You should guide him well.” Feng Zhiguo said, “He’s young, sometimes he speaks radically. How can he act like that?”

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yuluo wiped his mouth, signaled the waiter to give him the unfinished bottle of yogurt, and prepared to head back to school.

“I’m done eating, see you around if fate allows.”

“Come back!” Feng Zhiguo hurriedly said, “I haven’t finished speaking!”

“It’s too late now since we didn’t reach an agreement earlier.” Feng Yuluo screwed the yogurt cap and put it back in his backpack, “Divorce, or don’t bother me again, bye.”

Feng Zhiguo was left stunned, almost dazed.

The young man left swiftly and decisively, leaving even the waiters in awe.

Feng Yujiong felt greatly relieved, slowly lit another cigarette, and took a satisfying drag.

“Like the new son?”

On Saturday, Feng Yuluo politely attended the new round of rotating performances for hand-grabbed pancakes.

He had back-to-back classes on Thursday and Friday and wanted to return to the dorm early to catch up on sleep, not even bothering with the constant messages bombarding his phone.

By Saturday, he finally saw inquiries from various internet celebrity companies on Douyin and Xiaohongshu, as well as enthusiastic invitations from several night markets.

After all, the smart chip hype had been rampant in recent years, catapulting Feng Zhiguo to fame as a well-known entrepreneur.

Who would have thought there would be such dramatic aristocratic past events in their family, leading to the real young master being sent out to sell hand-grabbed pancakes at a street stall! It was absurd!

The alumni were all actively following the drama, and explosive photos were circulated to marketing accounts and influencers, who quickly saw the business opportunity.

If this were to be hyped up, the gimmick would be huge, and they could promote him as an internet celebrity, raking in big bucks from live streaming in the future!

Even in the low-quality photos, one could easily see the youth’s pale jade-like face, long lashes like crow feathers, phoenix eyes, and thin lips—his potential was immense. He could even make a lot of money from suggestive content!

The first stop of the pancake tour was the Star Night Market, two kilometers away from the school.

Located in the middle of five residential areas, this night market had an excellent flow of people, with internet celebrities often coming over for live streaming even on weekdays.

The manager of the Star Night Market, a savvy businessman, proactively contacted Feng Yuluo, offering not only a prime temporary stall location but also various video promotions.

Feng Yuluo didn’t think much of it and said it was the same wherever he set up his pancake stall.

It was late summer, and the night market usually opened at 6:30. Feng Yuluo arrived at 5:00 to set up his stall, only to find people already waiting for him.

The young master looked at the line in confusion.

“I didn’t post anything on my Moments.”

“I know,” his roommate said, “But don’t you realize that just from our dorm building, many people have been frantically messaging outside the moment you step out?”

Feng Yuluo slowly looked at the long line of people waiting.

“Dear customers in front,” he poked his head out and shouted, “I won’t start until 6:30!”

The customers were very enthusiastic, “You do your thing! We’ll wait in line!”

“I came at 4:00. I’ll see who dares to compete with me!”

“I’m in the top ten today, ahhh, I’m getting the freshest and hottest pancakes!”

“It’s just bringing a small stool to play mobile games. I even brought mosquito repellent!”

Feng Yuluo tried to understand the situation and summoned a delivery guy according to his original plan.

He had gone to the movies in the afternoon and hadn’t prepared much, so he just called someone to buy whatever was missing.

Before long, as the fancy little colorful lights at his stall were set up, four delivery guys also appeared one after another in front of everyone.

It was now 5:25.

People watched as Feng Yuluo took four bags from the first delivery guy, each containing the same thing.

The Boston lobster, its two claws bound, its antennae twitching, full of life and energy.

Twenty-one pounds each, two hundred and ten yuan per pound, with a single claw longer than a face.

The delivery guy, seeing that it was a pancake stall, was a bit stunned for a moment and asked, "What are you going to do with the lobster?"

"I haven't figured it out yet," Feng Yuluo said with a troubled expression. "I've never cooked this before. Should I braise the meat in soy sauce? Stir-fry with scallions? Or garlic and vermicelli?"