Feeling the spiritual energy continuously pouring into her body with Feng Chengyuan as the center, Yu Nian's somewhat pale face gradually regained its color. Her body temperature returned to normal, and all the discomfort she had just felt vanished.
Looking at Feng Chengyuan, who suddenly appeared in front of her, Yu Nian found him more and more pleasing to the eye. This was not only a gift from nature but also a reward from heaven!
After thinking for a moment, she patted Feng Chengyuan on the shoulder in a mature way and said sincerely, "Chengyuan, go back and thank your parents for me."
Thank them for bringing such a spiritual energy ATM into the world!
Feng Chengyuan:..........
Feng Chengyuan glanced at Yu Qinghe. This girl seemed to be showing weakness, but in fact, every word of hers was maliciously smearing Yu Nian. He sneered and slowly said, "If the Yu family really wants to compensate Yu Nian, they might as well transfer the shares Yu Qinghe holds in the Yu Group to Yu Nian." He paused and corrected himself, "No, this shouldn't be called transfer. Yu Qinghe is just a usurper. It should be called return."
Yan Yuhua was at a loss for words. She stammered for a long time but couldn't say a single word.
Yu Qinghe dug her long fingernails deeply into her flesh. With teary eyes, she turned to look at Yu Qihuai.
She had thought that Yu Qihuai would side with her. After all, before Yu Nian's return, he and Yan Yuhua had promised her that there was only one young lady in the Yu family, and that was her, Yu Qinghe.
But unexpectedly, Yu Qihuai darkened his face and scolded her in an unprecedentedly disgusted tone, "Why don't you apologize to your sister?"
Yu Qinghe's face turned deathly pale. She looked at this father who had always doted on her in disbelief, her lips trembling.
Seeing that Yu Qinghe remained silent, Yu Qihuai secretly cursed her for not knowing how to read the situation. Why did she have to offend Feng Chengyuan for the sake of Yu Nian, a mere pawn?
Just as the situation was at a stalemate, a group of people walked in from outside the courtyard. The man at the head bore a faint resemblance to Yu Qihuai. However, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely exhausted.
Yu Qihuai's expression flickered for a moment when he saw the man. Then he put on a smiling face and greeted, "Big brother."
This man was Yu Qihuai's older brother, Yu Mingsheng, the eldest son of Old Madam Yu.
Yu Nian immediately noticed Zhou Feiyu and Zhou Qian behind Yu Mingsheng and nodded without surprise.
Zhou Feiyu had been walking with a cold expression. But when he saw that familiar white figure, he stopped in his tracks. "Why is it you again?"
"Fellow Daoist Yu," Zhou Qian was also a bit surprised. But after witnessing Yu Nian's abilities last time, she had developed a good impression of her and addressed her as a fellow daoist.
"Is this young lady also a person in the field of metaphysics?" A gentle voice came from behind Zhou Qian. Yu Nian looked over and saw a young man. His facial features were ordinary, but when combined, they were surprisingly good-looking. The thin black-rimmed glasses on his nose added a touch of elegance to him.
Yang Jing'an smiled friendly at Yu Nian. "Hello, Fellow Daoist Yu. I'm Yang Jing'an. Although I'm not a Taoist priest, in a sense, we're half colleagues."
Yu Nian smiled but said nothing. Instead, her fingers slowly calculated in her sleeve. After a while, she looked at Yang Jing'an in surprise.
Ming Mingzhong was a bit excited when he saw Zhou Feiyu. He took two steps at a time and walked in front of Zhou Feiyu.
Zhou Feiyu closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the urge to kick the man away. He gritted his teeth and called out, "Big brother."
Seeing that Yu Nian's gaze was always on Yu Mingsheng, Zhou Qian lowered her voice and said, "Old Madam Yu was widowed early. After inheriting her husband's legacy, she raised these two brothers alone and founded the Yu Group. When she got older, she handed over the company to her second son. Yu Mingsheng has been living abroad. After learning the news of Old Madam Yu's passing, he rushed back overnight. But since he entered this old mansion, he has had nightmares for several days... Tonight is the first seven-day return of Old Madam Yu. Maybe he was afraid of something happening, so he invited us to come and take charge."
Looking at the Yu brothers in the distance who seemed harmonious but actually had different minds, Yu Nian narrowed her eyes slightly...
Perhaps because the Yu family's old mansion was located in the suburbs of Kyoto, it got dark especially early. After dinner, all the guests were arranged in the various side rooms of the courtyard, waiting for the next morning to send Old Madam Yu off to her final resting place.
Ming Mingzhong and He Zhiping were assigned to the same guest room. Although Yu Nian's guest room was next to Feng Chengyuan's, when she passed by, she took a glance and found that the difference between their rooms was quite big.
The person keeping vigil on this last night was Yu Mingsheng. He knelt alone in the middle of the huge mourning hall. Two meters away was Old Madam Yu's coffin.
The mourning hall in the quadrangle was semi-open. Due to the hot summer, to prevent the body from rotting during the period of being parked, Yu Qihuai specifically placed several buckets of ice at the four corners of the mourning hall. As soon as one entered the mourning hall, one could feel a slight chill.
Yu Mingsheng listened to the continuous howling of the wind and the sound of the broken ice colliding behind him. He couldn't help but shiver for a moment. It was almost eleven o'clock at night. It was impossible not to be afraid. But more than fear, he felt guilt.
"Mom, do you resent me? Resent me for not coming back to see you for so long..." Yu Mingsheng became more and more grief - stricken as he spoke. He prostrated himself on the ground.
The night was extremely quiet. At the moment when he lowered his head, he seemed to hear a dull thud.
Yu Mingsheng immediately raised his head and looked around. But except for the fluttering white funeral streamers, there was still nothing around. He wiped away his tears and continued to cry with his head down.
But the next second, two soft "bang" sounds came.
This time, Yu Mingsheng heard it clearly. He quickly stood up, but the surrounding became quiet again. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that the coffin in front of him seemed a bit closer to him.
While Yu Mingsheng was in doubt, a black shadow quickly flashed in front of him and finally jumped onto the coffin.
Yu Mingsheng was so scared that he almost lost his soul. His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground. When he saw the black cat on the coffin clearly, he slowly let out a sigh of relief. "So it's just a cat..."
He slowly got up and walked bravely in front of the coffin, trying to pick up the cat. But suddenly, he felt a chill hit him from the back of his neck, carrying a faint, damp smell.
Yu Mingsheng shrank back. While stroking the cat's fur, he said, "Qihuai is really, why put so much ice in the mourning hall? It's so cold..."
When his peripheral vision swept over the coffin, his words suddenly stopped.
He saw that the coffin, which had been tightly closed, had somehow been opened to a gap large enough for a person to get in and out. And Old Madam Yu, who had been neatly dressed in the coffin, was nowhere to be found...
Yu Mingsheng's heart skipped a beat. His sixth sense made him slowly turn his head.
A cold and rotten smell hit his face, but there was nothing in front of him. He finally let out a sigh of relief.
But before he could react, the cat in his arms suddenly let out a loud meow. It broke free from Yu Mingsheng's embrace. All the hair on its body stood on end. Its originally vertical pupils suddenly widened, staring fixedly at what was behind Yu Mingsheng.