Chapter 747 - 654: The Root of Feng Mu’s Madness Lies Here (2)

Chapter 747: Chapter 654: The Root of Feng Mu’s Madness Lies Here (2)

This incident completely exceeded Lou Duan’s imagination, it thoroughly shocked him, it’s so damn unexpected.

So, could it be that this time... while the website was "delivering goods," it also conveniently dispatched the special agent?

Lou Duan sat in front of his computer, shaking his head vigorously, trying to dispel this dangerous thought from his mind bit by bit.

If this were true, there would be no need to assess the danger anymore, the danger would have already moved right into his home.

"It can’t be true, just a coincidence, it must just be a coincidence... right."

And just as Lou Duan was about to completely banish the delusions from his mind, he finally received the long-awaited news of Qian Huan waking up. Additionally, he learned that Member of Parliament Wang Xinfa publicly recognized Qian Huan as his son with a smile on his face.

These two pieces of information exploded in Lou Duan’s chaotic mind like two bombs, leaving him scorched inside and out, rendering his thoughts completely blank.

He hadn’t even begun to consider the truth of the news when the buzzing vibration of a phone on his desk cut through the air.

Buzzzzzz—Buzzzzzz—

The screen lit up, displaying a... completely unfamiliar number.

Lou Duan’s heart sank immediately, and that unsettling foreboding feeling came over him again.

He stared intently at the phone, as if it were a detonator activated by a phone call.

Seconds dragged on like an eternity, and eventually, he reached out, picked up the phone, and gravely pressed the answer button.

Then he heard that familiar voice, conveying a familiar tone, calm yet laced with a touch of madness:

"Station Chief Lou, thank you, my son has woken up. Going forward, the lives of me and my son will be eternally bound to you."

A stagnant breath was blocked in Lou Duan’s chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe:

"We agreed, I helped you wake up your son, I’ve done my part, why are you binding me together with you again?

Li Hanyu, you wouldn’t think you’ve got me under your control, would you?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and a few seconds later, Li Hanyu’s voice came through again:

"Station Chief Lou, don’t be upset, let me tell you a little secret, okay.

So, why don’t you guess, after Zuo Bai left my place, where did he go straightaway?"

Lou Duan’s breathing instantly stopped, it felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing backward to his brain, and cold sweat trickled down his temples and hairline.

In fact, Li Hanyu was lying, the crack in her door only allowed her to peek at a corner outside, she couldn’t actually see who entered the special agent’s villa, she could only hear the terrifying, earthquake-like rumbling coming from that direction.

But that was enough.

Lou Duan’s heart leaped into his throat, and his voice turned dry:

"Who... who went in?!"

Li Hanyu didn’t directly answer but instead let out a contemptuous snort:

"Ha—, Station Chief Lou, why play the ’innocent’ act in front of me?

The gift your people delivered, where it ended up... doesn’t your heart know clearer than anyone?"

Lou Duan: "...."

He really had no idea, but right then, he understood clearly, his face suddenly turned as white as a wall slathered with lime.

Hearing the deadly silence over the phone, Li Hanyu threw out another friendly invitation:

"Station Chief Lou, I’ll leave your intentions in doing this unasked. But to thank you for ’saving’ my son’s life...

I, Li Hanyu, keep my word.

So, from now on, we remain united, share life and death, face challenges together, how about that?"

Lou Duan opened his mouth: "....."

Should I even be thanking you for this?!

Alright~

At least it wasn’t an invitation to ’die together,’ that came through the phone, so it shouldn’t be all that bad!!!

...

The night shifted from thick to thin.

Feng Mu silently left the villa, trailing closely behind Hou Wendong.

Hou Wendong walked with heavy steps, his brow furrowed, evidently weighed down by his own burdens.

The earth-shattering cry of "Dad" from Qian Huan, after waking, brought him tremendous shock, tremors still buzzing in his mind.

He couldn’t fathom how this bizarre scenario occurred, but his understanding of Member of Parliament Wang Xinfa was intimate to the core.

In a way, his understanding of the MP even surpassed the understanding he had of himself.

"The MP, in his lifetime, despises people or events that break from his control. Such occurrences are acceptable if they result from adversaries.

Just soldiers meet the general, water flood with soil barriers, but if, if this deviation stems from ’those near him’, then...."

Hou Wendong thought of the smile lingering at the MP’s lips as he left, and couldn’t help but shiver fiercely inside.

"Calling someone randomly ’Dad’ could get someone killed."

Hou Wendong sighed heavily in his heart, the haunting image of a bloated Qian Huan, floating in a fish tank, haunting his mind.

He shook his head vigorously, shifting his gaze toward Feng Mu silently following behind him, suddenly inspired to speak:

"Feng Mu, how’s your relationship with your father Feng Ju?"

Feng Mu hesitated slightly, immediately realizing that Vice Warden Hou had likely just witnessed the "father-son reunion" scene, hence asking this sudden question from his own reflection.

He didn’t find it offensive; after a moment of contemplation, he replied with a calm and clear expression:

"Secretary Hou, to me, my father Feng Ju is a very utilitarian and realistic person.

Since my abilities from a young age were no match for my sister, in his eyes, I’ve always been ’worthless,’ and his favoritism towards her equated to harshness and cruelty towards me."

His demeanor was so composed it sounded like he was recounting someone else’s story, but it left a chilling impression on Hou Wendong.

"I’ve never felt close to him at heart, nor am I liked by him, and, of course, I don’t mind these things. Recently, I’ve taken the opportunity to move out on my own."

Saying this, he allowed the corners of his mouth to curve into a nearly imperceptible arc, as if mocking himself:

"However, recently, in the Second Prison, I’ve fortunately achieved something, which has led to a subtle shift in my father’s attitude towards me; he finally looks at me properly.

Hehe—"

Feng Mu shrugged, mouth pulling into a smile layered with complexity and a hint of indescribable sentiment:

"Probably because I’ve finally gained the ability to ’contribute’ something to the family, indeed, I have achieved something."

His tone remained neutral, revealing no emotion of joy or anger,

"My father’s attitude toward me really has become a bit more ’agreeable,’ at least, he’s no longer as free with the physical discipline as before."

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through Hou Wendong, looking towards the distant and blurred lights of the city. His voice lowered, yet carried an odd warmth:

"This change, I have to thank Prison Director Qian for.

His promotion, his cultivation, allowed me to realize for the first time that I am not a worthless scrap.

In fact, I have the ability, and can be dependent on, can be needed."

Hou Wendong listened quietly, as the night breeze captured a few dead leaves from the street, swirling them past their feet.

Feng Mu’s words, like a dull knife, slowly peeled away layers of pretended calmness, exposing the pervasive old bitterness within.

There were no intense accusations, no cries of agony, just indifference after being repeatedly crushed by life.

This calmness, in itself, is more suffocating than any lament.

Hou Wendong felt as if he were standing beside a pool of frigid water, the surface calm and unbroken, and below it, a dead-cold stillness.

In an instant, the questions lingering in his mind suddenly became crystal clear.

That’s why Feng Mu always had that unfathomable trace of "madness," like a taut string ready to snap at any moment.

So that’s the root of it!

It’s the result of being constantly suppressed and denied by his father over the years.

Hou Wendong pondered, casting a complicated glance at the young man beside him,

"Now it makes sense why he is so devotedly loyal to Qian Huan and his mother.

It’s because, for the first time, he found trust and value from Qian Huan, gaining the long-absent affirmation, thus identifying his self-worth."

Now it all fits.

A person with some psychological deformities and an extreme thirst for love indeed clings the most firmly for a bit of "gratitude," till death does them part....