Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me

Chapter 508: V388: Do you live up to your surname Feng? Do you honor your grandfather?

Inside the living room.It’s unclear how the others reacted after seeing Feng Chengjin.

However, Feng Jingguo fiercely threw the cane he had been using for the past few days because of his gout attack in Feng Chengjin’s direction, raging, "You still consider me your father! Feng Chengjin! You’re so capable, flipping the affairs of Rong City wildly, daring to even touch the insane black-market enterprise of the Northern Liang Family, not caring if you live or die, and forsaking the hard work of your uncles and elders. Why did you even come back!"

The cane was solid wood, and coupled with Feng Jingguo’s usual good health,

the swift force struck directly at Feng Chengjin’s forehead.

He slightly turned his face to avoid it.

But the cane still grazed past his temple, leaving a quickly swelling and bruised scratch.

Watching the scene, Feng Jingguo’s eyes were filled with suppressed fury but he said nothing.

Feng Chengjin paused for a moment, and as maids hurriedly ran to wet a towel in the bathroom and handed it to him, he gently dabbed it on the wound, signaling with his eyes for the maids to leave.

He then slowly walked back into the living room.

In front of the sofa, Feng Jingguo was still breathing heavily.

This was probably the third time in Feng Jingguo’s life that he had such a violent outburst. The first was when Feng Chengjin was three years old, too mischievous, and not in an ordinary way. He had a sly streak and coaxed a little girl, who found him cute and kissed him, into a large dog kennel in the villa, locked it, and threw the key down the toilet! It frightened the little girl so much that after two hours of cutting through the steel kennel with a welding machine, she needed a psychologist, which enraged him into hitting the boy for the first time.

The second time was four years ago, faced with Feng Chengjin’s constant indecision regarding Gu Zixuan, he lost his temper.

The third time is now...

Honestly, seeing the wound on Feng Chengjin’s temple caused by his own hand, Feng Jingguo’s eyes welled with tears, quivering with unspeakable heartache.

Feng Chengjin had grown up to be the pride of the entire Feng family, even among his sisters’ sons, he was the most outstanding. Now renowned worldwide, he neither smokes nor drinks much, and does not indulge in women. Despite being a businessman, he dabbles in all fields of literature in his spare time, so knowledgeable that when Feng Jingguo deliberately made things difficult by inviting a few scholar friends for a small gathering at home, he could chat so eloquently that those old-timers were astounded in admiration. His character needs no mention; the charitable work he has done over the years, the honorary titles from various charitable organizations piled up at the ancestral home long ago.

He is perfect, flawless, with no faults to be found.

From work to life, from emotional intelligence to intelligence, he excels in everything, whether it’s managing billions with a flick of his finger or calmly preparing a feast with a kitchen knife.

Having raised a son who was fervently admired by women throughout Rong City and even half of China, topping the bachelor diamond king list numerous times, receiving affection from stars, nobility, and heiresses at home and abroad, Feng Jingguo was undoubtedly proud.

Yet, precisely because of this pride, seeing his son injured by his own hand for the third time filled his heart with an even more bewildering hurt and tremble...

Why? Why sacrifice everything for a woman who is not worth it and be unable to let go?

Tears trembled in Feng Jingguo’s eyes.

Feng Chengjin stood before Feng Jingguo, and looking at the uncles and elders who watched him grow up, naturally lowered his gaze, feeling indescribable bitterness and guilt.

After a pause, it was ultimately Feng Jingguo who spoke first, "Speak, you’ve finished your business now and have the time to explain to us. Explain what you are thinking! You always act so cautiously, why would you provoke a family like the Northern Liang Family? And why would you want to raze the foundation your grandfather started just for Gu Qingfeng!"

Feng Jingguo’s words were harsh.

Feng Chengjin paused for a moment before he said, "There’s nothing much to explain, the Northern Liang Family problem arose because I bought some information from their head, creating some unnecessary conflicts, so they came for me. As for Uncle Gu..."

Feng Chengjin paused, smiling, "I want to marry his daughter, so I’d like the past to remain in the past, using this to relieve old grudges, also showing my sincerity in marrying his daughter."

In an instant, the expressions of the sitting senior shareholders displayed an indescribable disappointment.

Feng Jingguo, shaking with anger, struck Feng Chengjin’s back forcefully again, "What nonsense are you talking! What do you mean by marrying his daughter out of sincerity! Do you think this is some kind of dowry? Feng Chengjin! Let me tell you, even if Gu Qingfeng’s daughter is offered to us, the Feng Family won’t take her! Dream on if she wants to marry into our family!"

Feng Jingguo deliberately chose to hit the back, thinking it wouldn’t hurt much.

But unexpectedly, he hit the wound hard a second time, causing Feng Chengjin’s face to turn pale for an instant.

However, after enduring the pain, he regained his composure and, braving the disapproving stares from everyone present, said, "If you don’t agree, I’ll marry her myself anyway, it’s my personal affair, not a decision for parents to make in this modern society. As for the uncles... I know everyone is furious about the past and wants an explanation, so..."

Feng Chengjin took a heartfelt pause, took a deep breath, and endured, "At most, it’s a matter of money. I’ll distribute some of Feng Yi’s shares among you all."

In that instant, the uncles around Feng Jingguo’s age rose from their trembling seats, at a loss for words, only managing several "You... you, you..." before letting out a sarcastic laugh, "Alright! What a good grandson Feng Shixing has raised! Truly a good grandson! Old Zhou, let’s go!" They collectively left in anger.

Feng Chengjin painfully closed his eyes tightly.

Feng Jingguo was utterly infuriated with tears...

The next moment, he picked up the cane the maids cautiously returned earlier and began to furiously thrash it at Feng Chengjin.

"Why do you have to talk like this! Feng Chengjin! Those are the uncles who watched you grow up; don’t you know what they want, what they endured for your sake for these eight years! Can you apologize to your family name, the Feng? Can you face your grandfather? Huh? Can you!"