Thrown Out of the Feng Family, Left Without a Home

Feng Canghai came out of the study and went downstairs, where he saw Feng Yunxiao still eating.

By now, Feng Yunxiao's little belly bulged as though he had tucked a round rubber ball inside it. The moment his chopsticks touched the bowl of red-braised pork, its surface floating with a thick layer of oil, his stomach churned.

Feng Yunxiao shook his head, tears in his eyes. Xu Qingxia slapped him across the mouth, and his already pale face turned red.

Xu Qingxia roared, "If I tell you to eat, you eat! How can you give your brother bone marrow if you don't eat? Do you want him to die?" Then, without another word, she stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. "Hurry up and eat."

The grease slid down his throat like a wad of oil-soaked cotton lodged inside it. Feng Yunxiao gritted his teeth and swallowed. Before the next bite reached him, he suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth and turned to run to the bathroom. But he had barely taken two steps when he vomited everything he had eaten for lunch onto the floor, mixed with oily broth. His tears splashed into the mess as well.

Before Feng Yunxiao could recover from the nausea, a vicious kick landed on his lower back. He stumbled and fell into the greasy mess, striking his chin painfully.

Xu Qingxia's shrill voice crashed down after it. "You little bastard, how dare you throw up the meat I fed you? You don't know when you're being given face, do you? You're asking for a beating."

Slaps landed on his back and arms, burning with pain. Feng Yunxiao curled up and glanced toward the living room. Feng Canghai was sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone, without so much as lifting an eyelid, as though the boy being beaten on the floor and his furious mother were both nothing but air.

Grievance and a chill seeped through the gaps in his bones and into his heart. Feng Yunxiao bit his lip, not daring to cry aloud. Just as Xu Qingxia's hand was about to come down again, the doorbell suddenly rang. Her hand stopped in midair. She glared at Feng Yunxiao in annoyance, then lowered it and told the butler to answer the door.

A moment later, the butler led in a middle-aged man wearing a white coat. The man introduced himself with a smile. "Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, I'm Doctor Zhang. I contacted you both earlier. I'm here to give the young master a physical examination."

Xu Qingxia immediately put away her anger and forced a smile. "Please, have a seat, Doctor Zhang. Thank you for coming all this way."

Feng Canghai also put down his phone and stood up to greet the doctor. Feng Yunxiao got up from the floor and wiped the mess and tears from his face with his hand, his eyes full of fear and uncertainty.

Doctor Zhang frowned slightly at the sight but said nothing. He began examining Feng Yunxiao, asking him detailed questions about his health.

Feng Yunxiao answered quietly, his voice trembling slightly. During the examination, Doctor Zhang noticed quite a few bruises and injuries on his body, and his expression grew serious.

After the examination, Doctor Zhang called Feng Canghai and Xu Qingxia aside and said softly, "The young master's condition isn't very good. He needs proper care and time to recuperate, and these injuries..." Before he could finish, Xu Qingxia's expression changed.

Xu Qingxia's eyes darkened, and she said coldly, "Doctor Zhang, he got those injuries being naughty. Children get bumps and bruises all the time. You should focus on whether his bone marrow is a match. That's what matters most." A stiff smile hung on her face, but there was a warning in her eyes.

Feng Canghai added, "That's right. Don't waste time on these little injuries. Hurry up and see if he's suitable for a bone marrow transplant."

Doctor Zhang frowned deeply. "Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, the young master is already weak, and these injuries will put more strain on his body. Besides, he hasn't gone to the hospital to find out whether his bone marrow is actually a match for the eldest young master's."

Doctor Zhang expressed his concerns as tactfully as he could. Xu Qingxia's expression grew uglier. If she took Feng Yunxiao for a matching test and he turned out not to be a match, it could easily expose the fact that he was not Feng Canghai's biological son.

Xu Qingxia shouted angrily, "Doctor Zhang, do you even know how to treat patients? If you don't, get out right now. Don't waste my time."

Doctor Zhang grew angry too. "Mrs. Feng, if you're in such a hurry and don't care whether the young master lives or dies, you can go to the hospital for a matching test today. If he's a match, the operation can be performed tonight."

Before Xu Qingxia could say no, Feng Canghai spoke. "We can do the matching test today and perform the operation tonight." Xu Qingxia wanted to say more, but when she saw Feng Canghai's expression, she had no choice but to keep quiet. She could only pray that Feng Yunxiao would be a match.

Feng Yunxiao's eyes widened in terror, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He had not expected things to come to this. If he was a match, he might die tonight.

Doctor Zhang sighed helplessly. He was angry at the parents' behavior, but he could only do as they wished.

The group hurried to the hospital, and after a series of tests, the results soon came out. Holding the report, the nurse said with a somewhat strange expression, "I'm sorry, but the young master's bone marrow is not a match for the eldest young master's."

Xu Qingxia's face turned deathly pale, and she nearly collapsed to the floor. Feng Canghai looked just as shocked, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes. But a trace of relief flashed in Feng Yunxiao's eyes.

Just then, Doctor Zhang suddenly said gravely to Feng Canghai, "Mr. Feng, from a medical standpoint, even if the young master and the eldest young master were not a match, their bone marrow similarity should not be lower than fifty percent. But their similarity is only twenty-two percent. That can only mean there is serious doubt about their blood relationship. I recommend a parentage test."

Xu Qingxia's legs gave way when she heard that, and she fell to the floor, inwardly crying out that things were bad.

Feng Canghai's face twisted. "You wretched bitch! You dared betray me and bring a bastard into this world? I'll beat you to death right now!"

Xu Qingxia looked at him in terror and hurriedly protested, "It's not like that, Canghai. Listen to me." But Feng Canghai would not listen. He strode forward, ready to hit her.

Seeing this, Feng Yunxiao rushed over in terror and stood in front of Xu Qingxia, shouting, "Don't hit Mommy!"

Feng Canghai kicked Feng Yunxiao to the floor. Doctor Zhang and the nurse held Feng Canghai back, and, restrained by the others, he glared furiously and continued to roar, "You bitch! How dare you do such a thing!"

Xu Qingxia sat slumped on the floor, tears streaming down her face, her eyes full of despair. Feng Yunxiao got up and, ignoring the pain in his body, stood in front of her once more, looking steadfastly at Feng Canghai.

Seeing Feng Yunxiao still protecting Xu Qingxia made Feng Canghai even angrier. He gritted his teeth. "Fine, fine, fine! You bastard, you should never have lived in this world. Both of you, get out of the Feng Family today. Don't even think about taking a single cent."

With that, Feng Canghai swept his sleeves and left. Seeing him go, the nurse and Doctor Zhang left as well. Only Xu Qingxia remained, sitting on the floor in a daze and murmuring to herself, "It's over. Everything is over."

Feng Yunxiao looked at Xu Qingxia, a jumble of feelings in his heart. Although she had not treated him well, she was still his mother. He sighed and reached out to help her up. "Mommy, let's get up first," he said softly. "The floor is cold."

Xu Qingxia looked up at Feng Yunxiao and grabbed him by the collar. Her face twisted as she said, "This is all your fault! Why are you still alive? You really are hard to kill. I never thought even the traffickers I found wouldn't kill you, that they'd let you live. You jinx!"

Xu Qingxia's grip left Feng Yunxiao struggling for breath, his eyes full of hurt and confusion. Why? Why blame me? What did I do wrong? Why do all of you want me dead?

Xu Qingxia's grip grew tighter and tighter. Trapped in her hands, Feng Yunxiao found it harder and harder to breathe, and his vision gradually blurred. Just when he thought he was going to die there, he kicked wildly and happened to strike Xu Qingxia. She let go in pain and fell to the floor beside him, her eyes vacant. Feng Yunxiao gasped for breath and collapsed weakly onto the floor.

Xu Qingxia looked at the person on the floor, the child who was hers in name, and said, "Get lost. Leave this place, and don't ever let me see you again. From now on, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. I'm not your mother either."

Feng Yunxiao struggled to his feet and helped Xu Qingxia up. She pushed him away. "Wasn't I clear enough? Get lost."

Feng Yunxiao stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes. He watched Xu Qingxia walk away without looking back, his heart full of sorrow. In the vast hospital corridor, he was left all alone.

He walked out of the hospital, not knowing where he should go. It had grown dark outside, and it was so cold. Feng Yunxiao wandered aimlessly along the street.

He was wearing thin clothes, and the cold wind pierced to the bone. His belly hurt badly now, perhaps from that kick from Dad. Can I still call him Dad? I suppose I can't anymore, Feng Yunxiao thought. He no longer had a home. Where should I go now?

Feng Yunxiao walked for a while, but the pain in his belly became too much to bear. He saw a park ahead, went inside, and sat down on a bench.

The night was like a piece of ink-soaked velvet, pressing heavily over the park. Feng Yunxiao huddled in the corner of the bench. His thin coat could not keep out the evening wind, so he curled into a tiny ball and wrapped both arms tightly around his belly.

The cramps in his belly came in waves, each tighter than the last, as though an invisible hand were twisting it mercilessly. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and tears slipped down into his collar with the night wind, but he did not dare cry aloud.

At the hospital, Fu Yanzhi was lying in bed, holding half an apple with a bite taken out of it as he looked at his phone. Just then, System 127's voice sounded in his mind.

[Little Zhizhi, stop lying around for now. Something important has happened.]

Fu Yanzhi took a bite of his apple and said unhurriedly, "What important thing? If you have something to say, hurry up. I still want to lie here."