Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 384: Feng Ye’s Past

Incense was lit, emitting an elegant and extrely pleasant fragrance. Deeply inhaling, she felt her body relax completely.

"Take a bath and have a good sleep, I’ll take you out to play tomorrow," Xiao Chen walked up to her, his tall figure blocking her line of sight.

"Goodnight," Xiao Chen cradled her face and gently kissed her forehead.

The sudden warmth left Yun Yue sowhat stunned, but she quickly recovered, chuckling softly, "Goodnight."

Feng Family.

Feng Ye sat on the couch, distressed and irritable, as he watched his mother persuasively talk to him with a troubled face.

"Son, what do you think of Song Jia’er? If she’s not to your liking, Ji Ling is also a good option, or how about Master Yao Nan’s disciple Ruan Yingtong? She’s quite charming and seems to bring good fortune," Mrs. Feng tirelessly flipped through photos on her iPad.

Feng Ye: "..."

"Mom! I don’t like any of them, can you please stop pressuring !" he stood up abruptly, shouting in anger.

Feigning illness to trick him into coming back, just for this? She really had so nerve!

"Except for Mo Lingwei, I won’t marry anyone else," bloodshot eyes appeared in Feng Ye’s eyes, weariness from sleepless nights evident.

Mrs. Feng’s eyes hardened, and she slamd the iPad onto the table with a huff, "Don’t even think about it. The daughter of a mistress doesn’t deserve to enter our Feng Family."

If it hadn’t been for Mo Fan’s mother, the Mo Family wouldn’t even dare to think about having connections with them. A bottom-tier family was bad enough, but to top it off, he wanted to marry the daughter of a mistress. The Feng Family couldn’t lose face like that, nor could they betray the mory of her dear sister who had passed away years ago.

Feng Ye looked at her in shock, as if he had never really known her. He could have never imagined his normally gentle and virtuous mother becoming so unreasonable and illogical, "Mom! Can’t you look at people without bias? What happened with the previous generation has nothing to do with her."

"How does it have nothing to do with her? Her mother drove your godmother to her death, leaving Mo Fan motherless and holess at a young age, and to this day, we don’t even know where she is! That’s your fiancée!"

Mrs. Feng’s face turned red with anger and she started coughing violently, the rage making it difficult to breathe, nearly fainting from the exertion.

Seeing her condition, Feng Ye quickly helped her, genuinely frightened, he urgently called out, "Mom, please, don’t scare ."

"Shuyi!" Father Feng just entered the house when he saw Su Shuyi gasping for air, her face red and about to pass out, and he hurriedly ca over to support her.

Seeing her slowly recover and realizing she was alright, he angrily glared at Feng Ye and bellowed, "Did you upset her?"

Feng Ye shrunk his neck and said with a forced smile, "Do you believe if I say it wasn’t ?"

"Ingrate!" Father Feng trembled with rage, veins bulging, his temples throbbing as he pointed at him, "I think you’re looking to rebel!"

He picked up a plate from nearby and threw it at Feng Ye’s head. Feng Ye was conflicted, unsure whether to dodge, but his body swiftly moved out of the way.

In his heart, he chanted, it wasn’t that he wanted to dodge; his body had to dodge.

"Still daring to dodge, fine, I can’t control you anymore. I’m going to call Xiao Chen, let him deal with you," Father Feng was clearly overwheld with anger, dialing Xiao Chen’s number imdiately.

Mrs. Feng sat on the couch, her chest heaving with intense emotion as she looked at Feng Ye with disappointnt, "Get out, until you bring Mo Fan back, you’re no son of mine."

"Fine, I’ll leave," Feng Ye’s eyes brightened, "Take care of yourselves."

Feng Ye bolted out the door, finally allowed to leave... but...

He hadn’t walked more than a few steps before he stopped in his tracks, the smile on his face instantly freezing over. He turned back around, glaring angrily at them, his disbelief evident in his question, "Did you just say that it was Mo Fan who saved from drowning when I was a child?"

How could that be? It had clearly been Mo Lingwei who had saved him. When he had co to, only Mo Lingwei had been by his side.

Not to ntion, it seed too much of a coincidence that he just happened to know soone nad Mo Fan.

Yet one was the Charming Fox of the Golden Net, and the other was the ostracized daughter of the Mo Family.

The difference between them was like heaven and earth, not comparable at all.

"What else did you think?" Father Feng scoffed coldly, his anger apparent when he saw that Feng Ye still hadn’t co to his senses, "You owe that person your life."

That was how the marriage had been decided.

"How could this be..." Feng Ye shook his head in disbelief. But looking at the two of them, they didn’t seem to be lying...

Feng Ye wasn’t a fool; they wouldn’t joke about such a matter. Fragnts of the incident began to float up in his mind.

When he had almost drowned, it had happened in the swimming pool of the Mo Family. At the ti, it was coincidentally during the funeral of Mo Fan’s mother when he had accidentally fallen into the pool.

He had struggled desperately, shouting for help, but water kept pouring into his mouth and nose, and his body was slowly sinking. Just when he thought he was about to drown, his subconscious heard soone jump in after him, and then he was pulled out. When he woke up, he was lying on the ground with only Mo Lingwei by his side.

And he had asked her then if it was she who saved him, and she had said yes.

Father Feng and Mrs. Feng exchanged a glance, then watched him leave the Feng Family ho as if he had lost his soul. Su Shuyi couldn’t help but express her concern, "Will he be okay? Was I too harsh just now?"

Father Feng snorted coldly, "What can happen to him? Not like he can die."

After Feng Ye left the Feng ho, he headed straight for Shengting. Xiao Chen’s brows furrowed as he saw the figure who showed up at his doorstep at 12 o’clock, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Chen..."

"Keep it down, don’t disturb her sleep," Xiao Chen warned with a glance.

Feng Ye wisely clamped his mouth shut, making an ok gesture, "Chen..."

He turned to seek Xiao Chen’s insights about his childhood, only to catch a glimpse of a retreating figure.

"..."

Forget it, he’d ask Xiao Feng about it tomorrow; after a week of seclusion, he must be about to erge.

Jiang Qiong was so excited that she couldn’t sleep all night, until Su Shuyi’s call ca through. Hearing her sobs, Jiang Qiong quickly began to console her.

"Don’t get too upset, I’ll have Xiao Chen give him a good talking-to later. Looking for Mo Fan? Alright, alright, I’ll get Xiao Chen to help you look right away."

After hanging up, Jiang Qiong sent a ssage to Xiao Chen, who only saw it after he finished showering. His eyebrows lifted.

"No need to search, the person is right by my side, and Feng Ye knows her too. She probably doesn’t want to return to the Mo Family."

He had known Mo Fan’s identity the first ti he saw her but hadn’t expected her to be the Charming Fox of Golden Net.

Compared to her current status, what was the Mo Family?

Not long after his ssage was sent, Jiang Qiong called back, speaking in an urgent tone, "Why are you only telling us now? Do you realize how hard we’ve been looking for her? Where is she?!"

They had been searching for so long, and the person had been right under their noses all this ti. They had to bring her back now.

Xiao Chen lit a cigarette, a layer of haze in his eyes, "Don’t worry, she’s doing well. The Mo Family is out of her league now."