rpbooks Chapter 170 feels... weird?
Chapter 170 feels... weird?
chapter 170
Meng Youcheng sensed something was wrong, but he had no way out and could only pray that nothing would happen.
Feng Jingsheng didn't say anything more, but took his hand and slowly walked inside.
Soon, they arrived at the main hall of the Young Marshal's mansion. It was different from what they had seen a few days ago; it was sparsely populated, with only a few servants cleaning. Upon seeing Feng Jingsheng, the servants all stopped what they were doing and said, "Greetings, Young Marshal."
Feng Jingsheng coughed lightly a few times, then pulled Meng Youcheng aside and said in a commanding tone, "Let me introduce you to a... new family member. His surname is Meng, and his name is Meng Youcheng. From now on, he will live in my house. Treat him as you would treat me. Be polite to him. If I find out that anyone has bullied him, they will be dead. Understand?"
The servants nodded in unison, "Hello, Mr. Meng...!"
Upon seeing this, Meng Youcheng quickly said, "Hello...!"
Feng Jingsheng looked at him, smiled, and reached out to grab his neck. "Fool...you're the master of this house now, no need to be so polite..."
Meng Youcheng belatedly looked up at him, "Huh?"
Feng Jingsheng withdrew his hand, smiling as he looked at him. "Wasn't what I said obvious enough? How do I need to explain it further?"
Meng Youcheng froze for a few seconds, and finally, stammered, "This... Master means...?"
Feng Jingsheng opened his arms wide and smiled, saying, "As you can see, this house of mine is very large. Right now, it's just for me. I've always felt that this house should also have an owner, that is, my future partner. After thinking about it, I think..."
He turned to look at Meng Youcheng, walked up to him, and grinned mischievously. "You're the best candidate to become the other owner of this house, which means you'll be my partner from now on."
"Oh……"
Meng Youcheng gave a wry smile. "Mr. Feng... I hope you understand, I'm here only to..."
Feng Jingsheng reached out a hand and cupped half of his cheek, saying gently, "Baby, I've told you so many times, you have to call me Asheng. You're being too distant, it makes me feel uncomfortable. Just calling me Asheng makes me feel so good. I'm kindly taking you in, you can't make me feel bad, can you?"
Meng Youcheng smiled bitterly, a sudden panic rising within him. "Ah... Sheng..."
Then, he said anxiously, "I'm here..."
"Wouldn't it be better to be the master here?"
Feng Jingsheng took another step forward, met his gaze, bent his head slightly, and cupped his face in one hand, as if if they were any closer, they could kiss...
Meng Youcheng turned his head sharply, "Ah Sheng...the contract?"
Feng Jingsheng grinned mischievously, gently rubbing Meng Youcheng's cheek with his hand. "Look how big my house is! Isn't it great to be its master? And so many servants at your beck and call, isn't that a good feeling? Becoming the master of my Young Marshal's Mansion, is something many people dream of?"
Feng Jingsheng used a little force to turn Meng Youcheng's head back, making him look at him. "This kind of good thing is right in front of you, others would kill for it. Don't you really want to cherish it?"
Meng Youcheng's lips trembled slightly, "Ah... Sheng, I..."
Feng Jingsheng gently rubbed his face with his fingers, interrupting him, "That night, you hurt me so much. Now you're telling me you're not interested in boys, isn't that a bit... indecent?"
"Have you forgotten what you did that night?"
Feng Jingsheng maintained his roguish grin, forcing Meng Youcheng to look him in the eye. "You were so eager to rip off my clothes, and then you forgot everything else? I begged for mercy, but you didn't relax at all. Now you're telling me you're not interested in me? Isn't that impolite?"
Meng Youcheng suddenly became agitated, "That night... it was because of the drugs, I... I lost my mind, so... and..."
He picked up the contract in his hand. "We just...signed a contract, didn't we?"
Feng Jingsheng glanced at the contract, lowered his hand, and said with a smile, "I was just kidding. It wasn't mentioned in the contract, so I can't joke around, can I?"
"As for why I say you're the head of this household, it's mainly because Xiaomin likes you. Even I, her own uncle, have never been liked by her this much. So I think it's perfectly reasonable to call you a member of this family, that is, the head of the household, right?"
Feng Jingsheng pondered for a moment, "I'm saying this mainly... to give you a sense of security."
Looking into his sincere eyes, Meng Youcheng was momentarily at a loss for words.
If that's really the case...
Then... everything should be fine.
Feng Jingsheng turned around and walked to the sofa, sitting down casually. "Teacher Meng, come and sit down."
Meng Youcheng hesitated for a long time before finally walking over, but didn't sit down. "Um...where am I going to sleep tonight?"
Feng Jingsheng looked up at him and said, "Second floor, third room, which is my room. You'll sleep with me tonight."
Meng Youcheng suddenly became flustered, "No, we..."
"Oh……"
Feng Jingsheng suddenly laughed out loud, "Why are you so excited? Isn't it better to sleep with me? I'm a handsome guy who's over 1.8 meters tall with eight-pack abs, right? I wouldn't even let other guys sleep with me, so why are you acting so disgusted?"
Meng Youcheng felt somewhat embarrassed, "I..."
Feng Jingsheng crossed his legs and said with a smile, "Don't worry, a gentleman's word is his bond. I won't lie. Uh... well, don't worry, I'll have someone tidy up the room for you. Sit down and rest for a while..."
"Don't worry, she won't sleep with me."
Hearing these words, Meng Youcheng sat down with some unease.
……
An hour or two later, Feng Jingsheng went to pick up Song Min. Meng Youcheng did not go with him. After thinking for a moment, he went to the kitchen and cooked for them.
There's a chef at home, so there's no need for him. But Meng Youcheng wondered if it would be a bit inappropriate for him to just sit there doing nothing.
In addition to that, there is another important reason: the kitchen is relatively close to the so-called study.
While chopping vegetables, Meng Youcheng said, "Um... what's that house over there? Why is it locked with a gold lock?"
The servant beside him shook his head without hesitation and said, "I don't know either. Anyway, ever since I came here, the door to that room has been locked. Occasionally at night, I see the young marshal going into that room..."
"Some even speculated that the young marshal might be keeping a mistress inside?"
Meng Youcheng thought for a few seconds...
If that's the case, then there's definitely a secret in this room, most likely related to the lower body. Once he finds the evidence, his first task will be complete.
He no longer needs to stay in this house, living in constant fear.
"Yeah?"
Meng Youcheng pondered for a moment and said, "Haven't you seen what it looks like inside?"
The servant shook his head. "No... By the way, Mr. Meng, why are you asking these questions?"
"Um... I'm curious."
……
About ten minutes later, Song Min and the others returned, the little girl walking with her head down...
Feng Jingsheng watched from behind without saying a word.
Meng Youcheng noticed the two of them in the kitchen, thought for a moment, and wondered if they had a fight.
Finally, after washing his hands and putting down the dishes he was holding, he went to the front of the room...
Song Min said dejectedly, "Uncle...you have no idea, Teacher Meng was fired. I don't understand at all. He was such a good person, why did the principal fire him?"
"Sigh... I don't even know if I'll ever have the chance to see him again..."
Feng Jingsheng patted her head. "You like Teacher Meng that much?"
Song Min nodded. "Yes, but Teacher Meng..."
The girl's voice was a little choked up, but Feng Jingsheng smiled and said, "Don't be sad, Uncle. I've helped you marry Teacher Meng. Teacher Meng, will you be my aunt?"
When Meng Youcheng arrived at the front hall, he happened to hear the last sentence, "Teacher Meng, how about I be your aunt?"
Meng Youcheng: "Huh?"
Meng Youcheng's pace slowed involuntarily, his eyes glazed over, giving him the appearance of a fool...
When Song Min looked up, she was so excited that she jumped up, ran over, and hugged Meng Youcheng. She shouted, "Uncle, you really married Teacher Meng?!"
Upon hearing this, Meng Youcheng's vision went black, and his face turned blank. "Huh?"
Feng Jingsheng walked over with a smile. "Yes, it took a lot of effort. You have no idea how much effort your uncle put into marrying Teacher Meng. But fortunately... your uncle is handsome, tall, and rich. In the end, Teacher Meng couldn't resist your uncle's temptation and agreed to marry your uncle."
Upon hearing these shameless words, Meng Youcheng's vision blurred again, but he remained rational and said, "No..."
Song Min looked up at Meng Youcheng with her big eyes and asked happily, "Teacher Meng... should I call you Auntie or Teacher from now on?"
What kind of question is this? Damn!
Meng Youcheng was just about to explain...
Feng Jingsheng interrupted him, patted the girl's head, and said, "You can call her teacher or aunt. Your aunt is very generous and won't mind."
He looked up at Meng Youcheng, smiled, and said, "Right? Wife?"