Well, this was fucking unbelievable.
Feng Yan was so angry he nearly laughed.
He couldn't keep Bai Ruan under his thumb.
He couldn't keep Tao Zhiyan under his thumb.
And now he couldn't even control Feng Yiqian, the most useless member of the Feng Family, who neither parent had loved and who spent all day playing the fool?!
Feng Yan violently shook off Feng Yiqian's hand. "You? You're warning me?"
"You think you can beat me at my own game?"
Feng Yiqian couldn't be bothered to keep up the act anymore.
He quietly watched Feng Yan, then suddenly chuckled, a hint of excitement even entering his eyes. "Brother, just because I don't want to play doesn't mean I can't."
He asked, "Do you want to play with me?"
At those words, Feng Yan's eyes shifted as certain memories surfaced.
Feng Yiqian had been emotionally detached since childhood. Many people called him a bad seed, and after hearing it enough times, Feng Ze's Father began to take it to heart and distance himself from him.
That was also why Feng Yiqian's Mother had taken him to acting lessons, hoping he would learn to disguise his true nature.
He had indeed learned to disguise himself. For a while, he'd done remarkably well, looking just like an ordinary child.
Until his stepmother caused Feng Yiqian's Mother's death, igniting that bad-seed streak in him once again.
He had hidden electrical wires in the bathroom and waxed the floor. Just as he was about to kill his stepmother, Feng Ze's Father caught him red-handed.
The outcome was predictable. Feng Ze's Father planned to send Feng Yiqian to a psychiatric hospital.
In the end, only Feng Ze's pleas and willingness to take his punishment for him had barely secured Feng Yiqian's place in the Feng Family.