Chapter 100: The Aristocratic Family x Stepmother x Fake Heiress “End”

Chapter 100: The Aristocratic Family x Stepmother x Fake Heiress "End"

They didn't cause much of a disturbance.

It was intermission time, and people were gathering in small groups, whispering and discussing the latest trends.

Yang Chengfeng, already feeling guilty, had his true colors as a womanizer exposed. He felt all eyes were on him, and he was about to become the biggest laughingstock here.

Within seconds, his face turned from pale to red, and his forehead was soaked with sweat.

Feng Yujiong sensed he was planning to flee and casually said something to pin him down.

"Yang Chengfeng, I'll give you one minute to explain."

Yang Chengfeng regretted coming to this cursed place and wished he could kneel and beg for mercy. Stammering, he said, "It's all a misunderstanding."

"Then explain."

Explain what?! Do I look capable of saying anything coherent right now?!

Yang Chengfeng took a deep breath and said, "A passionate heart is often troubled by cold-heartedness. Today, I have become a laughingstock in everyone's eyes. If fate brings us together again, I will make amends."

Feng Yuluo, seeing him spout these half-baked, semi-classical phrases, pretended to be confused and looked at her sister, silently asking what kind of gibberish he was speaking.

Feng Yueyue, being quick-witted, immediately interjected, "So, are you blaming us for being heartless?"

"Is it all our fault now, the three of us? Is our reputation not important at all? Should we become your concubines to accommodate your infatuation and be considered generous?"

Yang Chengfeng raised both hands, "No, no, no—"

"How dare you!" Feng Yujiong casually threw her wine in his face, "My brother and sister are not for you to covet!"

After she threw the wine, she walked away, and her brother followed, splashing juice in his face.

"How dare you! Thankfully my sister didn't fall for your tricks!"

Before Yang Chengfeng could wipe himself clean, Feng Yueyue threw a glass of champagne at him!

"Despicable! Shameless! You've truly dirtied my brother's and sister's eyes!"

Yang Chengfeng was desperately wiping his face, "I—"

By the time he managed to open his eyes, the three of them were nowhere to be seen.

Instead, the stern-faced Madam Meng and the security personnel stood before him.

"As far as I know, you didn't receive an invitation to this event," Madam Meng said coldly. "I only invited your elder and second brothers to today's gathering. Even the lowest seat was not intended for you, correct?"

This gathering is for the elite. When did it become your turn to disturb my guests?

Yang Chengfeng's eyebrows and eyelashes were dripping with orange juice, looking extremely disheveled. "Aunt Meng..."

"We're not acquainted," Madam Meng nodded to the security guards, "Take him out, and ensure no one from the Yang family bothers me again."

Before Yang Chengfeng could explain or beg for mercy, someone covered his mouth, and others held his arms, quickly escorting him out through the estate's back door.

The concert proceeded smoothly, with each guest appearing elegant and composed, though they were all frantically gossiping in various WeChat groups, spreading the news.

"When did that Yang guy sneak in? My brother couldn't even get in! Yet, he dared to climb over the railing secretly. This is hilarious."

"How dare he mess with the Feng family... What? He's pulling a 'womanizer' move? Everyone here is shrewd, and he's trying to be a player in our circle?"

"How unlucky! Yang Chengfeng sent me tulips too, yuck yuck yuck! I need to go to the Matchmaker Temple to pray again. I want all the trashy men to stay far away from me!"

This wave of events, although it didn't cost Yang Chengfeng an arm or a leg, left him completely socially dead in the circle, ending his dreams of climbing the social ladder by marrying a rich woman or man.

It was said that after that, Yang Chengfeng failed one blind date after another and was avoided at gatherings, with more than 60% of his WeChat friends being one-way connections.

The Yang family themselves found it unlucky and quickly used their connections to send him abroad to enhance his credentials, but even in the social circles, the gossip was rampant, and people would avoid him even if he went to study in Africa.

—Perfect, absolutely perfect!

When Yang Chengfeng went abroad, information about Qin Shiyun started to gather from various channels. It was heard that this stepmother wasn't doing well at all.

Despite having some savings and even taking away the glass-like jade bracelet from the Feng family before leaving, she had long forgotten her high school English and had to rely on a translator to go out.

Canadian winters were long and cold, freezing to the bone and making it hard to move an inch.

When the strong winds blew, the sun was barely visible during the day, and the feels like temperature dropped to minus 40 degrees Celsius.

"So, she's not there to enjoy the northern scenery," the system sent several photos and cackled with laughter, "She's there for foreign exile and imprisonment. There isn't even a heated brick bed like in northeastern China, and all the food is basic food—I wish her well."

"This is the beginning of her retribution," Keding sighed, "Can't she just be a good person? Ultimately, she brought this upon herself."

"No, it's because you stepped in that she's facing these consequences," the system said seriously, "Think about the original host who died on New Year's Eve, he didn't have it easy."

"That's true," Keding said, "I hope she enjoys playing in the snow."

"Speaking of which, we've finally reached the final stages of the mission. The information I asked you to collect earlier, how is it coming along?"

"The results have been compiled," the system rustled and pulled up several file panels, "You really found them! There are three in total!"

Keding rubbed his chin and looked, saying, "I feel like three is still too few. Let's create three more fake entries and make the certification documents so convincing that it looks like there was a minor glitch in the institution's data system."

System: "Got it! Leave it to me!"

On the weekend, Feng Zhiguo received a call from Feng Yuluo.

"Come home, I need to talk to you."

The old man forced a smile, "Oh, it's Yuluo. Dad is on a business trip overseas, I'll come back another day..."

"The car you're in has the license plate AC284K9. The driver can turn around and take the elevated highway, and you'll be home in seventeen minutes." Feng Yuluo asked, "Should I come to pick you up?"

Feng Zhiguo gasped and said stiffly, "I understand, I'll come back now."

Initially, he was skeptical about this son, then he had reservations, and gradually it turned into an effort to appease him.

But he never expected that fear would now outweigh all other emotions.

Feng Zhiguo had used many connections to probe into Feng Yuluo, but the information was fragmented, bizarre, and impossible to piece together.

He couldn't even confirm if Feng Yuluo was human; there was even a blind old fortune-teller who said his son was likely an alien.

An alien—how could he have given birth to an alien!!

On the way home, Feng Zhiguo was troubled and had no idea what kind of trouble Feng Yuluo would stir up next.

Once someone has desires, they become very easy to manipulate.

Qin Shi Yun wanted money and status, but for decades, she had been under the complete control of Feng Zhiguo, unable to resist.

However, Feng Yuluo didn’t want the inheritance, nor did he seek real power in the company. He wasn’t interested in beautiful women or mansions, and to this day, he still lived in that dilapidated student dormitory, as secure as a fortress.

As Feng Zhiguo approached the front door of his house, he underwent significant internal conflict, even contemplating fleeing.

He vaguely knew that he could no longer compete with this young man, even though the other party was his biological son.

Could there be a Xuanwu Gate Incident at home? Surely not, isn't it?

While hesitating and letting his imagination wander, the butler slowly opened the door, his expression as stiff and pale as the old man’s, as if he had seen something very unpleasant.

Seeing the butler’s face, Feng Zhiguo sensed that the situation was worse than just bad.

—But how bad could it possibly be? Could it be that both his daughters had died at home, and he would be next?

Looking further in, the expressions of the servants were as if they had swallowed flies, clearly avoiding eye contact.

The secretary, trailing behind Feng Zhiguo, immediately picked up the phone and asked the butler.

“Should I call the police or bring in some bodyguards?”

The butler shook his head. “The police can’t deal with this.”

Feng Zhiguo had already retreated, but Feng Yuluo’s voice came from inside.

“Dad, come in. It’s cold outside at the door.”

Feng Zhiguo: “……”

Gritting his teeth, he stepped inside, only to see a circle of people seated in the living room, none of whom he knew.

There were men and women, of varying ages.

The youngest, probably around three or four, was still eating a lollipop, while the oldest looked to be about twenty.

“What is this?” Feng Zhiguo stood frozen. “You brought some classmates home to hang out?”

“Dad. I know you’ve been worrying about the future of the family business.” Feng Yuluo said gently, “They are your long-lost sons and daughters. Since today is an auspicious day, why don’t you get to know them?”

Feng Zhiguo: “……?”

Seeing his father’s state, as if struck by lightning, Feng Yuluo took a few more steps forward and encouraged, “Aren’t you eager to find someone to carry on the family line? These are my half-siblings, sharing the same father. Dad, look, how much they resemble you?”

Six faces, each with a different expression, looked up at Feng Zhiguo in unison.

“Dad!”

“Are you my father?”

“Hi—”

Feng Zhiguo still couldn’t speak, and the secretary behind him was also wide-eyed, shocked, but remembering to help the boss save face.

“Young Master Feng, I understand your concern, but we can’t just bring in a large group of people whose authenticity is unknown. It might scare Mr. Feng!”

Feng Yuluo was already prepared, holding out a thick stack of DNA test results. “Look, I’ve already verified them. Would you like to verify them too?”

The secretary thought he might be silenced and dared not to come forward.

“Mr. Feng… What do we do… Mr. Feng?!?”

The old man fell backwards stiffly, foaming at the mouth.

“Doctor! Call a doctor!! Dial 120 now!!”

“Mr. Feng, wake up, please don’t leave us—”

-2-

The ambulance wailed as it rushed him to the nearest hospital. He was diagnosed with a stroke, and a group of people immediately started inserting needles and connecting machines for emergency treatment. The secretary urgently called the two sisters, asking them to come to the hospital to see their father.

Feng Yujiong, wearing a Bluetooth headset, was typing rapidly on her keyboard.

“A stroke? What happened?”

The secretary said, “The second son brought five or six young people home, claiming they are the old man’s… illegitimate children.”

Feng Yujiong chuckled, “My brother is quite filial.”

The secretary was anxious, “Can you spare some time to come over? Father can barely breathe!”

“Evil never dies,” Feng Yujiong said, “I’m learning to play a game, I’m busy, bye.”

The call ended with a busy signal, and no one picked up when he tried again.

The secretary immediately thought of the considerate and sensible third daughter, and hurriedly called her.

“Something’s wrong! Father had a stroke!”

Feng Yueyue was knitting a scarf for her sister and watching a variety show in the living room, not even bothering to lower the volume.

“What happened?”

“The young master brought a group of people home, saying they are the old man’s illegitimate children. The old man couldn’t handle the shock and passed out. The doctor says it’s a stroke!”

“Then let the doctor treat him properly,” Feng Yueyue said lazily, “I don’t even know how to check blood pressure, what do you want me to do, warm up the IV bag for him?”

The secretary was dumbfounded and awkwardly said, “You’re not coming to see him?”

“Why should I?” Feng Yueyue said, “Look, neither of my older siblings is going, if I go there alone, it would be improper, I’ll hang up now.”

Secretary: “Wait!! Hold on—”

When Feng Zhiguo woke up again, he felt a throbbing headache and numbness at the base of his tongue, as if his body was less responsive than before.

The first thing he saw was the secretary’s anxious face. His voice was hoarse, “What… happened to me?”

“Dad!!” a strange young man anxiously said, “Dad, are you okay? I was so worried, don’t become paralyzed, please!”

“Dad! Dad!” a child leaped onto the bed, “Dad, get up and take me to the amusement park! Mom said that whenever I see you, you’ll take me to play!”

The other four surrounded the bed from different sides, shouting in unison, “Dad—”

Feng Zhiguo’s mind reeled, his head pounded, and the monitoring equipment next to him began beeping urgently.

The doctor rushed into the room, “Everyone, out! The patient’s condition is unstable; he needs rest!”

Some quickly left, while others stubbornly refused to go.

"This is my long-lost father—Doctor, you can't stop us from recognizing each other as father and son—"

Feng Yuluo retreated to the corner, his mission accomplished.

Mr. Feng Zhiguo, please enjoy the warmth of your family; you deserve it.

The next month was the most desperate and painful time in Feng Zhiguo's life.

Old and sensitive to noise, he now had to deal with six children from various relationships, all clamoring to return to the Feng family to live their lives as wealthy heirs.

While in the hospital, two or three of them brought tonics and herbal soups daily, but his two daughters, whom he had raised, seemed oblivious to his illness and never showed up.

After discharge, things worsened. No matter how quickly Feng Zhiguo moved, the real and fake illegitimate children always found him, thanks to information from Feng Yuluo.

—Feng Yuluo, are you seeking revenge for your mother's death?!

I've said it countless times, it was that wicked Qin Shiyun who killed her! I had nothing to do with it!!

Feng Yuluo! Vengeance has its limits! No matter what, I am still your biological father. How dare you treat me like this!! Are you mad!!

Feng Zhiguo wanted to get rid of these lunatics and ordered his subordinates to take their hair for DNA testing. To his dismay, four of them were genuine!

The secretary's expression was priceless when he received the test results, inwardly cursing that this playboy had really lived a wild life in his youth, and now he was reaping what he had sown in his old age!

Even after being proven fake, the other two still refused to leave, determined to get a taste of wealth.

Feng Zhiguo was cornered, feeling no emotional connection to those illegitimate children who had been abandoned for years.

Who knows if they were really born from their mothers' wombs or if someone had used skin fragments to secretly create test-tube babies!

They all looked like they had ulterior motives, coming for his inheritance. Why should he let them in?

He wasn't even sure if the other parents of these children were male or female. Although most of his casual encounters were with women, he had also fooled around with men in his youth. Who knew it would end up like this!

Feng Zhiguo couldn't remember their faces and didn't want to take responsibility for their children. All he wanted was to forcibly drive these noisy brats away.

But if this were exposed by the media, the Feng family's stocks would plummet, and the board of directors would tear him apart!

Seeing the old man's hair turn significantly whiter over the month, the secretary felt a bit guilty about his high salary and advised, "The one who tied the knot must untie it. You need to have a good talk with the second young master; otherwise, this deadlock will wear you down, and your health won't hold up."

Feng Zhiguo looked utterly exhausted.

"Feng Yuluo—where is he?"

"He hasn't been streaming lately. He's been working at McDonald's."

Feng Zhiguo nearly fell off his stool in shock.

He really couldn't fathom what his crazy son was thinking.

At a McDonald's, a man in an expensive coat pushed the door open with an uneasy expression.

"Welcome! Please scan the QR code to order!"

Feng Zhiguo ignored everyone else, spotted Feng Yuluo stuffing fries into his mouth, and rushed to the counter.

"Come out, let's talk!"

Yuluo Feng moved on to the chicken nuggets without sparing him a glance.

The secretary’s face paled at the sight of the unusually large portion of McDonald's fries and he involuntarily took out his phone, surreptitiously scanning the QR code.

I really want some... they look so good...

"Feng Yuluo!!!" Feng Zhiguo bellowed, "Are you only happy when you see your father die!!!"

Noticing the tension rising, the restaurant manager quickly approached and whispered to Feng Yuluo.

Feng Yuluo indicated there was no need to call the police, handed a towering ice cream cone to a customer, wiped his hands, and stepped out from behind the counter.

"Here to cause a scene?"

"Send all those people away," Feng Zhiguo said sternly, "Even if I donate everything, I won’t give them a single cent, and I won’t leave you a penny either!"

"Fair enough," Feng Yuluo said truthfully, "But there won’t be much left of your fortune. After all, my sister now owns sixty percent of the company’s shares."

Feng Zhiguo’s confidence crumbled when the truth was revealed, and he pleaded, "Can you stop causing trouble? Your mother’s death has nothing to do with me..."

"Nothing to do with you?" Feng Yuluo glanced at the customer order screen and said, "Please don’t interrupt my work. If you keep pestering me, it won’t just be the six sons waiting for you to acknowledge them, but also six mistresses demanding recognition."

With that, Feng Yuluo went back to the fry station, skillfully frying and draining the fries.

The secretary leaned over the counter, shouting, "I want a big ice cream too! Make me one!"

Feng Zhiguo, no longer caring about his subordinate’s betrayal, collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, sinking into utter despair.

For the rest of his life, he would know no peace.

As the mission concluded, the system was ecstatic. "Bao!! Feng the dad has over 3,900 breakdown points!!"

"Qin Shiyun also has over 3,200 breakdown points!! Together, it's over 7,000!! Your backend balance is overflowing!!!"

Keding was very pleased and responded, but hesitated to press the final confirmation button.

He held back for a moment, feeling a bit deflated.

"It seems I never encountered Doctor Jiang this time."

The system said, "Yes, I secretly checked. There were no abnormal data fluctuations in this world."

Keding whimpered.

"I thought I'd at least see him once, even if there was no interaction..."

The system said, "Tsk tsk, look at you."

"I'm fine!" Keding perked up, "It's for a friend! I have a friend who really wants to see him. My friend just can't help but care if Doctor Jiang is still busy researching in the zombie world, if he's lost weight, if he's thought about me!"

The system said, "Yes yes, I'm that friend."

Keding looked at the final confirmation button and sighed softly.

"There’s still a bit of disappointment."

At the settlement, all the surrounding scenery turned into digital data, and his consciousness returned to the dream space.

The system said, "This time, the client gave you a perfect score, and they even redeemed an extra item."

Keding asked, "Extraordinary?"

"Yes, he rewarded you with a lamp that can transform into scenic views of the four seasons. While it can only be used in our dream space, it adds warmth and personality to the setting."

"I've always had a question," Keding said. "What do these friends use to reward me with all these things?"

"Happiness value," the system explained. "Don't worry, deducting these happiness values won't have any side effects."

"For example, the joy of eating an ice cream on a hot summer day, or the delight of winning a scratch-off lottery or getting a perfect score on an exam. Portions of these emotional experiences will be deducted to exchange for the gifts they wish to give you."

"The AI is concerned that gifts from different parallel worlds might cause timeline disruptions, so you and your colleagues can only store the gifts in the dream space, where they won't disappear."

The system also seemed to sigh here.

"The person affected, Feng Yuluo, spent a lot of extra happiness value for a chance to talk to you. I'll connect you two once you're ready."

Keding paused for a moment and then nodded.

"Let's connect."

The phone interface appeared before him, and soon the call was connected.

Feng Yuluo, sounding a bit nervous, greeted him cautiously, "Hello... I, I'm Feng Yuluo."

"Hello!"

"Thank you for helping me with so much..." Feng Yuluo was still a bit nervous. "I didn't expect the outcome to change so much, and it has transformed my life completely."

"But, Keding, I'm still very afraid that I might ruin all the good developments you've earned for me."

Feng Yuluo sounded very dejected, filled with caution and timidity.

"Can you tell me, how do you manage not to please everyone?"

Keding thought for a moment and said over the phone, "In fact, many people say that you should love yourself."

"I find that phrase particularly hollow, like meaningless talk."

"I think... given your gentle nature, the first lesson you need to learn is to avoid being taken advantage of."

"When someone takes your place, or when someone on the high-speed train talks nonstop, or when someone tries to get you to sign up for a membership, you need to stand your ground, be firm, and speak up."

"If you lack the courage, remember, if they dare to push you around like that, what do you have to fear?"

"Of course, all of this should be done while ensuring your safety! If you encounter a tattooed drunk guy, let's just run away!"

Feng Yuluo couldn't help but laugh and sincerely agreed to everything. He said from the heart, "I'm truly happy to have met you, Keding. Words of thanks don't seem enough."

Keding let out a loud "mwah" over the phone.

"From now on, we're friends! You can write letters to me, okay?"