Chapter 287

Feng Mu shrugged his shoulders, leaned down beside Feng Ju's ear, and spoke in a faint voice only the two of them could hear, his tone deep and low:

"My dear Father, you look down on me again; from now on, don't let your gaze fall on me. This is my most sincere advice to you, coming from the bottom of my heart as your son.

You'd better spend that effort caring for my dear sister instead. She's different from me; her path of growth cannot do without your affection, hehe—"

Feng Ju's face grew increasingly dark; his eyes glared at Feng Mu as if they were about to breathe fire:

"Yu Huai, what happened to Yu Huai? What did you do to your sister?"

At this moment, Feng Mu bloomed a smile as dazzling as the sun; that smile was so genuine, without a trace of falsity. He said:

"What could I possibly do to Yu Huai?

She is the younger sister I love most deeply; I regard her as the one and only treasure in this world. What could I do to her? I just don't want her to repeat my mistakes.

As for my dear Father, as Yu Huai's brother, I must remind you: don't always pin such high hopes on her.

At this flower-like age of hers, her spirit is as fragile as a blossom. If you burden her with overly heavy expectations, it might crush her."

Feng Mu's tone paused slightly. He straightened up, lightly touched his chest where his heart was beating, his voice calm and philosophical:

"A lack of love will kill a person, just as flowers without rain will wither and fade. But love that is too suffocating will likewise push a person into the abyss of despair, like a rotting flower buried in the mire by a torrential rain..."

At this moment, Feng Mu was sincerely reminding Feng Ju. He was simply too kind, always willing to give others a chance to correct their mistakes and start anew.

Even for Feng Ju, he was willing to treat him equally, just as repayment for the karmic merit of guiding him to this world.

After all, when it comes down to it, his ability to transmigrate into this world — half the credit on the medal of merit belongs to Feng Ju.

When he first arrived, Feng Mu felt this world was too dark; even breathing was painful. But now it was different.

His eyes began to gradually discover light and color within the darkness;

His nose began to gradually breathe the freedom and sweetness permeating the air;

His mouth began to gradually taste the nutrition and juiciness contained in food;

Feng Mu began to feel the unique, original, authentic beauty of this world, so different from his previous life.

Therefore,

Feng Mu was sincerely advising this man called "Father" right now, hoping he would seriously listen to and consider the good words of his "son."

Thereby seizing this last chance that might still be in time to save himself, and even more so to save his daughter!

Otherwise, a man in middle age, first losing his son, then losing his daughter, with the murderer being himself — that would be a real-life horror movie.

Horrifying to such a degree that even Feng Mu would lose sleep for several nights just watching it.

Feng Ju's face was ferocious; his pupils glared at Feng Mu as if spitting fire, and he declared with absolute finality:

"My foolish son, what ghost talk are you spouting? Yu Huai would repeat your mistakes? Do you even know what you're saying?

Your sister is nothing like you. She's so smart and filial, so hardworking and upward-striving; she never lets me worry or expend effort. Yu Huai is truly different from you in every way.

Your sister will reach heights you can never hope to match in the future!!"

Feng Ju paused, exhaled a long breath of foul air, and coldly laughed:

"However, you're right. I should focus all my attention on Yu Huai, and not keep staring at this rebellious son of mine."

Having gritted out these words, Feng Ju seemed completely unwilling to hear another single word from Feng Mu's mouth. He coldly snorted, turned his head, and left.

Dong Ping and the other team members waiting in place watched Feng Ju walk back with a cold face; confusion appeared on every one of their faces.

They were far away, so they couldn't hear the intimate conversation between father and son. They only saw Feng Ju affectionately rest his hand on his son's shoulder, then be gently tugged by his son, the two embracing lightly, as if whispering secrets.

From the shifting expressions on the team members' faces, Feng Ju could roughly guess what they were thinking.

Just now, when the team members were inwardly scheming to ask him for "parenting insights," he was furious. But if these team members didn't come ask him later, his anger would double.

Feng Ju took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, then turned to face everyone and explained with a serious face:

"This son of mine is truly becoming more and more useless the older he gets. I just gave him a harsh lesson. I admonished him to deeply reflect, learn more from his sister, and stop making me angry."

Upon hearing this, Dong Ping and the other team members instantly understood the reason. Their gazes toward Feng Ju filled with even greater admiration.

They thought in unison:

"Captain Feng's family discipline is truly strict.

Right, I heard Captain Feng's daughter studies at No. 8 Middle School where 【Mask】 is hiding. During this mission, if there's a chance, we must secretly observe just how outstanding Captain Feng's daughter is, so we can go back and teach our own kids..."

Feng Ju scanned the team members, turned, and led them away from the hospital's side door. Their destination was none other than No. 8 Middle School.

Feng Mu watched Feng Ju's departing back, not knowing whether the man had actually listened to his words.

But he had spoken this clearly. If Feng Ju remained indifferent, and something unspeakable happened in the future, neither Feng Ju nor Feng Yuhuai would have any grounds to blame him, right?

The future will witness who is better — Father or Brother!

Feng Mu turned to Qian Huan and revealed an apologetic smile: "My apologies, letting the Prison Warden see a joke. This father of mine, he really is, sigh..."

Qian Huan smiled, comforting him with understanding:

"Father and son are like this. Maybe after a few days, your father will cool down and stop blaming you."

Feng Mu sighed deeply, his tone compassionate:

"I don't care whether he blames me or not. I only hope he can properly take my words to heart, lest he regret it too late in the future."

Qian Huan pondered briefly, then proposed:

"How about this? I'll approve a leave for you. You go talk to your father again now?"

Feng Mu shook his head, casting all personal matters to the back of his mind, and said with a serious attitude:

"Thank you for the Prison Warden's kindness, but it's work hours now. I'm still clear on this point. We should hurry back to Second Prison."

Qian Huan expressed approval of Feng Mu's conscientious attitude. He slightly opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something more, but was interrupted at this moment by a burst of urgent incoming call ringtone.

The phone in Feng Mu's pocket, set to vibrate, also had an incoming call coming in, buzzing and vibrating.

Feng Mu didn't answer the phone, merely narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Qian Huan.

Qian Huan quickly picked up the call, pressed his ear to the microphone. The smile on his face instantly dissipated; his whole person seemed frozen in place.

After about two seconds, Qian Huan swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. His tone into the microphone pitched several degrees higher:

"Wait, say that again—I didn't hear clearly just now. What happened to the Prison, and how many people died?"

Chapter End