บท 66: Sob... Xiaowu... Xiaowu...
บรรณาธิการ: Henyee Translations
However, Feng Liu, the spoiled girl, brushed off his advice. "Of course you have to do it yourself! Where's the fun in watching the action on the side? Hmph! Who the hell does Feng Wu think she is? I'm going to give her a hard time, I mean it!"
After those words, Feng Liu threw off Feng Yiran's hand and rushed back inside the house, smirking as she ran. "I'd like to see if she can stay this calm when she sees her mother and brother!"
When Feng Wu entered the middle court, still carrying the basket, what she saw infuriated her instantly!
Her innocent younger brother was doing hard manual work in the spacious courtyard. He was naked to the waist and she could make out some welts on the fair skin of his back. Covered in sweat, he was panting as he carried some bricks around.
He was moving them across the courtyard.
Carrying bricks? Feng Wu's eyes widened!
Caiyue, Feng Liu's maid who had grown up with her, stood there with an inky black whip in her hand. She cracked it loudly in the empty air and berated Feng Wu's younger brother like an exploitative supervisor. "Faster! Finish your task and don't even think about shirking! The young master and my mistress have made it clear that you're not resting until you've finished moving all ten thousand bricks!"
Feng Wu's beautiful mother was weeping like a pear blossom soaking in the rain. "Xiaoqi, my poor Xiaoqi… why isn't your sister here, Xiaoqi… are you alright? Does it hurt…"
Her mother wasn't called a beauty for nothing. Back in her day, she was deemed the most beautiful woman in the Junwu Empire. Her skin was fairer than snow, her hands were so soft that they looked boneless, and she moved in the most graceful manner. In a word, her beauty was breathtaking. Now that she was crying, she seemed to outshine the sun, the moon, and heaven and earth!
The beautiful lady then tried to run over to Feng Xiaoqi to help him, but Qiaomo, Feng Liu's other maid, grabbed her hand and stopped her.
Gazing at the weeping lady, Qiaomo turned to look the other way.
The lady was so beautiful, and her crying only made her more attractive. Even Qiaomo, who was a girl and Feng Liu's maid, couldn't help but feel touched by the lady's weeping. If it were up to her, she would readily loosen her grip and help the lady out.
Feng Wu put down the basket and shouted, "Stop!"
All eyes turned to her instantly!
"Aww —" Feng Xiaoqi was the first to react. He was the seventh son of the Feng family and Feng Wu's own brother.
"Sister! Sister!" Feng Xiaoqi grew up under Feng Wu's wing, and during the past three days of being tormented and abused, he had never stopped praying that his god-like big sister would descend the next moment and rescue him from this misery!
Although his sister was deprived of all her cultivation, Feng Xiaoqi firmly believed that nothing in this world could beat his genius sister!
Feng Xiaoqi yelped, then hurtled toward Feng Wu like a cannonball, so fast that the others didn't have time to react.
"Sister, look what they did to me!" Wrapping his arms around Feng Wu's neck, Feng Xiaoqi whined loudly!
"Xiaowu, sob —" The beautiful lady also broke free of Qiaomo's grip — more precisely, Qiaomo let her go on purpose.
All her weeping did nothing to mar her stunning beauty. Instead, it only accentuated how appealing she was. Stumbling toward Feng Wu until she caught her daughter by the sleeve, the slim, beautiful lady looked so delicate and touching. "Sob… Xiaowu, my Xiaowu… you're finally back…"
Feng Wu was the real pillar of this family of three.
The corner of her mouth twitching a little, Feng Wu rubbed her forehead in resignation.
บท 67: Nice Try!
บรรณาธิการ: Henyee Translations
Despite her unquestionable beauty, Feng Wu's mother was… Well, let's just say that she wasn't the sharpest tool in the box. She had lost most of her memory due to some unknown incident, and she only had the intelligence of a little girl.
Hence, compared with the 12-year-old Feng Xiaoqi, their beautiful mother felt more like the youngest person in the family.
As a result, Feng Wu had been the backbone of the family for the past few years, despite the fact that she wasn't an adult yet.
Feng Wu's heart went out to the two family members weeping on each of her shoulders. She rubbed Feng Xiaoqi's head, then gently wiped away the tears from her beautiful mother's cheeks.
How beautiful her mother was. Her eyes were clear and innocent and her wispy eyelashes were dark and glossy. Whenever her mother cried, Feng Wu felt like crying with her.
A few steps away, Caiyue's grip on the whip tighten. She thought about rebuking them, but decided otherwise when she remembered Feng Wu's famed toughness.
Just then, Feng Liu stormed in after Feng Wu. A crooked smile emerged on her face when she caught sight of the crying trio. "What do we have here? Why all the tears? Is someone getting thrown out now?"
Feng Xiaoqi felt sick to his stomach just looking at Feng Liu and blue veins popped on his fair, smooth forehead. "You! You're an evil person! I hate you!"
Grabbing the black whip from Caiyue's hand, Feng Liu smirked and pressed, "Tell me. What's so evil about me?"
Feng Xiaoqi gritted his teeth. With his sister back, he felt much more self-assured now. He straightened his back and lambasted her. "You tortured me and forced me to move ten thousand bricks every day! I had to carry them from there to here yesterday and you ordered me to carry them back over there today! What kind of request is that if it isn't torture?!"
Playing with the black whip, a half-smile on her face, Feng Liu threw a sidelong glance at Feng Xiaoqi. "My dear younger brother, you broke my glazed purple jade piece first. What's wrong with punishing you with some manual work?"
"I didn't do it! You dropped it yourself!" Feng Xiaoqi was so indignant at being wronged.
"Heh" was all the reply Feng Liu gave him. Flipping the whip in her hand, she smirked in an arrogant manner. "You haven't finished your task today. Get on with it or I'll double it tomorrow!"
"Sister…" Feng Xiaoqi was obviously intimidated by Feng Liu. He then turned to Feng Wu, looking as pitiful as a puppy.
Rubbing his head, Feng Wu shifted her gaze from Feng Liu to Feng Yiran.
Feng Liu was impossible to reason with. Would Feng Yiran be equally shameless?
Turning her limpid eyes on Feng Yiran, Feng Wu asked calmly, "Brother, what do you have to say about this?"
Feng Yiran's face remained impassive and he looked as reserved and elegant as a son of a respectable family should. Keeping his left hand behind his back, he frowned and stared at Feng Wu reproachfully. "Wu, we've accepted the fact that you're no longer fit for cultivation, but how could you let the same thing happen to Xiaoqi, our brother?"
On guard, Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.
Feng Yiran went on accusing Feng Wu in that self-righteous tone. "Xiaoqi wasn't the most talented young man out there, but he wasn't useless either. He already started on his cultivation in the imperial capital back then, but it's been five years – why is he still only a Level 1 Spiritual Master? Wu, even if you're jealous of Xiaoqi, how could you bring yourself to cripple him as well?!"
The lofty and fatherly-sounding accusation instantly trapped Feng Wu in an awkward position!
Feng Yiran, nice try!
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