Chapter 1034: Feng Lingling

Finally, the mother finished venting her anger, reluctantly letting go of her son's head.

She gently wipes her hands and the little dust on her body; compared to Chen Chusheng, she is simply spotless.

In contrast, Chen Chusheng was covered in dirt, his nose bruised and face swollen; Long Ming's strike was measured, not hurting the son, but enough to inflict some superficial injuries, making him suffer.

Chen Chusheng stood up, looking at his mother, feeling wronged.

His wronged look resembled that of a wronged young daughter-in-law.

Only then did Feng Lingling dare to step forward; her gentleness was what wiped away the dirt on Chen Chusheng's face. At that moment, Long Ming noticed Feng Lingling's presence, stunned for a moment, then seeing her gentleness toward his son, he smiled and his anger dissipated.

He crossed his arms, smiling at the scene, without disturbing the two or speaking.

After a while, Chen Chusheng noticed his mother's smile, his movements stiffening as he asked doubtfully, "Mother, how did you know I was here?"

On his way back, he deliberately hid his aura and bloodline so his mother and others couldn't sense him, then sneaked back to the Chen Clan in Longshe Cheng, planning to announce this big surprise, but instead he received a harsh beating.

He felt wronged and resentful.

Chen Chusheng felt very wronged; his mother hadn't beaten him in a long time, but this time her strike was truly vicious—those superficial wounds wouldn't heal in a few days, and worst of all, he got beaten in front of his woman, which was utterly embarrassing.

Feng Lingling also stared at the mother, but she dared not resent her or speak.

Long Ming coughed embarrassedly: "Your younger brother told me you were back, so I came over."

"Good son, are you alright? Let mother have a good look."

Long Ming pretended to be kindly concerned about the son's injury, but Chen Chusheng quickly raised his hand, truly frightened, fearing his mother might strike him again.

"No, mother, I'm fine."

Feng Lingling linked arms with Chen Chusheng, worried sick.

She was terrified, afraid the mother might also strike her.

"Son, who is this?"

Chen Chusheng quickly took Feng Lingling's hand and introduced her: "Mother, this is your daughter-in-law, Feng Lingling."

"Lingling, this is the mother I told you about."

Feng Lingling timidly raised her head, opened her mouth, wanting to call out "mother," but found she couldn't.

She was scared.

Long Ming waved his hand: "No need to be nervous, I won't eat people."

Chen Chusheng replied irritably: "Mother, you just frightened Lingling; she's timid and has never seen such a scene."

"Ahaha," Long Ming laughed embarrassedly, only able to scratch his head.

Feng Lingling stepped back, afraid she too might get beaten.

Chen Chusheng rubbed the swelling on his face, pouting: "Mother, you struck too hard; I am your own son—how could you treat me like this?"

"It's not your problem? Over these years, there's been no news at all—don't you know I've been worried about you?" Long Ming said coldly, "This time I'll let you off, but if there's a next time, you're done for."

"Also, before you come back next time, remember to give advance notice; Mother doesn't want any unpleasantness when you arrive."

Chen Chusheng nodded: "Understood, Mother."

Thus, the three of them were awkward.

Well, only two were awkward; Chen Chusheng walked beside his mother, with Feng Lingling following behind.

"Mother, how is Chuyang doing lately?"

"He's fine; Hongchen recently became pregnant." Long Ming paused, turned back, glanced at Chen Chusheng, then at Feng Lingling, taking in her situation at a glance—she was not pregnant.

Chen Chusheng understood; no wonder Mother's resentment was so great—now he saw the reason.

"Shang Hongchen finally pregnant? Chuyang is really impressive."

"If you didn't run around, your son could already be making soy sauce." Long Ming gave no face, rebuking: "This time you're back, you ought to settle down, stop running around; since you've found someone you like, treat her well."

"The betrothal gifts that are due, our Chen Clan cannot skimp on; as my eldest son, you naturally ought to make it elaborate, so others won't look down on our Chen Clan."

"Since Lingling is with you, you must not wrong her."

"Understood, Mother." Chen Chusheng feared trouble, but meeting his mother's gaze, he dared not speak.

Feng Lingling listened throughout, saying nothing.

The three quickly returned to the Chen Clan in Longshe Cheng; Father Chen Yuan saw his son bringing back a girl, his smile instantly becoming radiant, all dissatisfaction and anger vanishing.

His attitude improved greatly as well; consequently, Chen Chusheng also got to enjoy his brother's treatment. At this moment he realized it wasn't that his parents disliked him, but that they targeted him for refusing to marry and have children.

Having a daughter-in-law, the treatment naturally differs.

On the Chen Clan's side, they attached great importance to Feng Lingling's arrival; for this, Chen Yuan specially arranged a lavish dinner and many delicacies, bringing them all out.

Night fell.

Feng Lingling and Chen Chusheng could finally return to their room; lying together, Feng Lingling finally dared to speak.

"Husband, Mother was so frightening; at that time she scared me to death."

Even now, her heart still races; she dares not be unrestrained, nor speak.

"Mother is actually fine; her temperament is relatively gentle."

Feng Lingling: "……"

"Gentle? This is called gentle? Husband, are you sick? You're starting to talk nonsense."

"Alright, Mother's temper is rather violent, her personality also rather hasty, so she likes to settle things quickly; in the household, Mother is the decision-maker, so you must not provoke her anger from now on."

Feng Lingling immediately shook her head; how could she dare? Having witnessed Mother's might once, she could not harbor the slightest disrespect.

What if Mother were to strike her—wouldn't that be terrible?

"You needn't worry; Mother won't strike you—my several younger siblings have never been beaten, so you can rest assured."

Chen Chusheng soothed her, not wanting his wife to be anxious and fearful.

"Husband, you said your younger brother has how many wives?"

"Exactly, my younger brother is impressive; tomorrow I'll take you to find him, let you meet him, and then I'll squeeze him for some profit." Chen Chusheng rubbed his hands, not hiding his intention at all.

"Eh?" Feng Lingling looked at her husband doubtfully; as an older brother, he wanted to scheme against his younger brother—this is too...

"Lingling, you don't know, my younger brother is very wealthy. To put it this way, in this world, whoever is the richest must be my younger brother; everything he puts out is top-notch. By then, not a single Spiritual Artifact will get past him."

"You don't need to speak; leave it to me to say. When the time comes, just wait to receive the good stuff."

Feng Lingling's eyes lit up: "Husband, really? Will your younger brother really give me a Spiritual Artifact? I have never even seen a Spiritual Artifact."

She has heard of Spiritual Artifacts but never seen one; she knows how precious they are.

In the past, they only existed in legends; she had never seen one.

Thinking about being able to own a Spiritual Artifact, Feng Lingling couldn't sleep.