When had Feng Cheng ever suffered such humiliation? He was an illegitimate son, raised by his mother, and had only returned to the Feng Family in high school.
Chairman Feng had felt guilty toward him. While alive, he had indulged Feng Cheng in everything, never scolding him, much less demanding anything of him.
If he didn't want to go to school, he didn't have to.
If he didn't want to work, that was fine too.
If he didn't want to join the company, his older brothers could handle it.
That was how his spoiled personality and arrogant temper had developed.
But Feng Ze wasn't having any of it.
The Feng Family didn't keep freeloaders. No exceptions.
Feng Cheng's face flushed red. He pointed at Feng Ze and was about to speak when Madam Yuan nudged him.
Feng Cheng looked down at Madam Yuan and saw her shake her head, signaling him not to talk back to Feng Ze.
Breathing hard, Feng Cheng clenched his fists and forced his anger down.
"Fine, I won't eat! Who gives a fuck!" With that, Feng Cheng kicked the chair hard.
The force sent the chair rocking before it finally crashed to the floor with a bang.
He turned away with a cold snort, fists clenched, ready to leave.
Feng Ze frowned slightly and lifted his eyes.
His voice was cold and almost entirely flat as he ordered, "Put it back."
Feng Ze didn't even bother saying anything more. Just those three short words carried an invisible pressure that was impossible to ignore.
At his words, Feng Cheng trembled with rage, his fists clenched tight. He wanted to resist but didn't dare.
A hot rush surged straight to his head, leaving his eyes red with anger.
But he didn't dare argue with Feng Ze, nor did he dare disobey.
"You-!" Feng Cheng gritted his teeth, doubled back, and righted the chair. "Fine, I'll put it back!"
He was so angry even his hands shook, yet he didn't dare make another sound, carefully setting the chair in place.
The very picture of someone too afraid to voice his anger.
Tao Zhiyan found the scene deeply relatable.
As a child, when a teacher scolded him and he was angry but afraid to make too much noise, he had done much the same thing: gritting his teeth and crying as he carefully locked the door.
"Bro! You've gone too far!" Feng Cheng's face was red with anger as he charged up to the attic, taking the stairs two at a time.
The dining table instantly grew much quieter.
Even Madam Yuan, who had been finding fault with everything, didn't dare speak again. She kept her head down and ate without causing any more trouble.
The two sat opposite each other in silence.
The meal felt rather oppressive.
Before long, Madam Yuan set down her chopsticks.
Tao Zhiyan stepped forward and handed her a handkerchief.
"I'm finished." Madam Yuan wiped her mouth but didn't leave right away. Instead, she looked at Feng Ze as though seeking permission. "I'm a little tired. I'll head upstairs."
"Mm." Feng Ze didn't even lift his eyes.
Only after receiving his response did Madam Yuan stand.
Tao Zhiyan was about to clear the dishes when the words above Madam Yuan's head flickered, then displayed a new line: [Meet outside the fourth young master's room in three minutes.]
Tao Zhiyan's eyes flew wide. "?!"
Meet up!!?
Tao Zhiyan took a deep breath.
Th-th-this... your mistress and my mistress seem to be the same person?
Tao Zhiyan carefully recalled writing this novel. He did seem to have written a scene like this.
But the written version was nowhere near as shocking as the real thing.
Most importantly, the people involved were now his employers.
His heart raced.
His hands trembled.
The gossip had smacked Tao Zhiyan right in the face without warning!
Madam Yuan turned and went upstairs. Under the pretext of clearing the dishes, Tao Zhiyan quietly followed her.
He crept up toward the attic. Before he even reached the corner, a sugary, coquettish voice drifted down from above.
"I missed you so much." The uneven breathing carried a hint of petulance. "Why were you gone so long? Sis..."
Hearing that "sis" made Tao Zhiyan's scalp tingle.
Why was he calling her sis?
That was so... you know...
He crouched down and huddled in the corner. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he resolutely poked his head out to watch the two embracing in the doorway.
Madam Yuan's long curls were disheveled, her chin slightly raised as she arched backward in passion.
The man pinched her cheek.
"Ah~" Blushing, Madam Yuan pushed Feng Cheng away and said coyly, "You're naughty!"
Feng Cheng chuckled and lowered his voice. "Don't you like it?"
This was too much!
Just watching made Tao Zhiyan blush and his heart race.
Madam Yuan was mature and gorgeous, every movement dripping with allure.
How were you two so practiced at this...?
Was this something I could watch without paying?
"Sis, I want to have a little exchange with you."
Feng Cheng's voice drifted over, his tone a little odd. Tao Zhiyan blinked in confusion.
Exchange what?
Then he saw the words above Feng Cheng's head flicker and change to: [Have an exchange. Leave forty minutes later.]
What were they doing?
What could they possibly talk about for that long?
Tao Zhiyan's gaze drifted downward. Whatever he saw, his face instantly turned bright red.
What was that!!
My eyes, my eyes, my eyes!!
Tao Zhiyan's face flushed scarlet. Startled, he backed up half a step, his legs gave way, and he tumbled down the stairs, landing on his backside.
Thud.
The dull impact startled the two people in the attic.
Feng Cheng's expression changed instantly, his brows drawing together. "Who's there!?"
Then he strode over to the stairs and leaned forward to look down.
It was completely empty below.
Not a soul in sight.
Feng Cheng was puzzled.
Had he misheard?
Madam Yuan came over and asked, "Is someone there?"
"I didn't see anyone." Feng Cheng wasn't sure whether no one had been there or whether they had run off. He turned and put an arm around Madam Yuan. "Let's go into the room instead."
Madam Yuan curved her lips and tapped Feng Cheng's nose. "What are you planning to do in your room~?"
Feng Cheng was thoroughly fired up now. He smiled. "Ask how those old bastards at the company have been making things difficult for you lately."
Laughing, Madam Yuan playfully shoved Feng Cheng.
Tao Zhiyan was still shaken when he ran back to his room.
His heart pounded.
Even his ears were red.
That was explosive!
Tao Zhiyan sat on the bed, the scene still playing in his mind.
Such juicy gossip. He really wanted someone to tell.
But he had only just transmigrated here and didn't have any friends.
After thinking for a while, Tao Zhiyan took out his phone and opened a social media app.
This world had its own social media app. Tao Zhiyan had never used it, but its features seemed similar to WeChat's.
After browsing a little, Tao Zhiyan discovered a feature that let him post anonymously to his Moments feed.
Perhaps because the feature was so convenient, the feed was full of people using anonymous posts to lose their minds.
Some cursed their bosses, some mocked their coworkers, and others went mad over dieting.
Tao Zhiyan thought it was pretty fun, so he anonymously recounted the gossip he had just witnessed too.
Before posting, he even made a point of blocking Feng Ze from seeing it.
All set.
Post!
Ding-
Almost simultaneously, Feng Ze's phone chimed as he sat in the living room, and a little red "1" appeared on his friends' activity feed.
Feng Ze glanced at it.
[Your friend mentioned you in an anonymous post. Go take a look.]
Feng Ze was a little confused. "?"
He tapped it open.
Besides Feng Ze, who had received a special notification, the other wealthy elites browsing their Moments feeds also refreshed to find the new post.
And so, that quiet night, that unremarkable day, that ordinary stretch of time!
Finally got its very own bombshell!
[Anonymous: Help!! Does anyone get it!! I saw the master's mistress and the fourth young master talking with my own eyes!!
They even went into his room to have a discussion!!!
A little mistress, a great big room, chatting away? Oh no, this world has finally gone as crazy as I imagined!!
I told you not to get a mistress, didn't I? Now look, you can't even post to your feed without running into a mistress!
Oh my god, the cuckold energy. I can't take it.
If I were the old chairman, I'd climb straight out of my coffin!!!
Oh, right, the poor sucker of an eldest young master still doesn't know. He's probably eating right now, completely unaware that of the three people in his family, he's the only happy boy /candle/candle/candle
Anyway, this domineering CEO drama? Delicious!!!]
Feng Ze, the poor sucker of an eldest young master who really was eating: "...?"
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