Feng Kang's Anger Leads to a Sudden Heart Attack

Feng Yue was utterly despairing, struggling to come to terms with reality.

Was this world truly one where villains prospered while good people died young? Where scum lived for centuries?

Feng Kang had committed countless atrocities, yet in the end, he secured investments from the Russell Family and gained the allegiance of powerful ancient martial artists.

Would she ever succeed in her revenge within her lifetime?

Feng Yue glanced at Xu Mu, who was smiling calmly. Come to think of it, what that ancient martial artist had demonstrated earlier—Xu Mu could do the same.

As long as she stayed by his side, there might still be hope.

Xu Shou, meanwhile, sat there effortlessly, indulging in desserts.

Compared to his carefree demeanor, Xu Ningbing’s expression was far more grim.

The Feng family was clearly rallying all the enterprises in Yang City to suppress their Xu Corporation.

From now on, they would undoubtedly face targeted attacks at every turn.

She looked at Xu Shou, only to find him smiling as he sipped his wine.

Then she stole a glance at Xu Mu in the distance—he, too, was chatting cheerfully.

Xu Ningbing was baffled. Were this father-son pair completely oblivious to the Feng family’s schemes?

Why were they acting happier than ever?

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“Young Master Feng, it seems the Feng family intends to wipe out our Xu family.”

Xu Mu led Feng Jian to a secluded corner of the estate.

From the surveillance footage earlier, Xu Mu knew that Lin Yang had allied with Feng Kang—and their primary target was the Xu family.

“I wouldn’t dream of such a thing.”

Feng Jian wasn’t lying. Xu Mu could die—but only after curing his condition first.

Even if the Feng family ascended to become a hidden aristocratic clan, he wouldn’t feel an ounce of joy.

What mattered most to a man in this world?

Wealth and women.

But in his eyes, women outweighed wealth.

After all, the purpose of money was to obtain beautiful women.

What was the point of a lofty family status if he couldn’t enjoy the company of beauties?

“Young Master Feng, do you hate Dai Xiao?” Xu Mu suddenly asked.

“Of course! That bastard’s arrogance is unbearable. I used to fear him, but now? Not at all!”

Feng Jian seethed with resentment.

Dai Xiao had a fiery temper, and once provoked, he spared no one’s dignity.

He had once slapped Feng Jian in public—a humiliation Feng Jian would never forget.

“I have some dirt on Dai Xiao. But exposing it would also bring shame to the Feng family.”

Xu Mu pressed a flash drive into Feng Jian’s hand. “Release the video inside, and I’ll persuade the old miracle doctor to give you two more elixirs.”

Feng Jian’s eyes lit up, but then he frowned. “Shame the Feng family? This isn’t about me, is it?”

After all, he’d indulged in plenty of debauchery with Dai Xiao in the past.

“I swear, it has nothing to do with you.”

Xu Mu’s expression remained unreadable.

“Good! As long as I’m clean!”

Feng Jian agreed instantly. Selfishness prevailed—his own comfort was all that mattered.

Clutching the flash drive, he strode away.

Xu Mu returned to his seat.

Feng Yue watched him curiously, unsure of what had transpired between him and Feng Jian.

Still, she had already staked the rest of her life on Xu Mu. Whatever he did, she would support him.

Meanwhile, Feng Kang stood on stage, microphone in hand, delivering a grandiose speech.

The screen behind him played a video chronicling the Feng family’s rise to power.

Feng Kang surveyed the crowd below, noting the shift in their gazes—especially those of Dai Xiao and Ren Fuhai, scions of hidden aristocratic families.

He felt fortunate—fortunate to have made an enemy of the Xu family, for it had drawn Lin Yang, a figure of immense influence, to his side.

It was through Lin Yang’s connections that the Russell Family had sent representatives.

Feng Kang was basking in triumph when suddenly, the screen went dark.

Then, a new video flickered to life.

“Hurry! Feng Kang’s coming.”

“I see him. I’ve been waiting for this!”

The speakers crackled with voices.

A man spoke again, “Who’s better—me or Feng Kang?”

“You, of course! Feng Kang isn’t fit to lick your boots!”

A woman’s breathless reply followed.

Instantly, the room fell silent. Every merchant in attendance stared at the screen, their expressions a kaleidoscope of shock and scandalized delight.

The camera angle obscured the faces of the participants, but Feng Kang would recognize those voices anywhere.

And the setting—his own study.

Just then, Dai Xiao shut the door, and the two scrambled to adjust their clothes.

Chen Cai flung open the windows to air out the room before hastily settling into a chair.

Dai Xiao, meanwhile, casually picked up a book and pretended to read.

The clip ended just as Feng Kang entered.

Then, the video looped back to the beginning—Chen Cai on her knees, her mouth working fervently behind the study door.

Feng Kang felt the world collapse around him.

His face twisted in rage, his blood boiling with humiliation. He staggered, nearly collapsing.

Behind the screen, Feng Jian watched the footage on the monitor.

Fury erupted within him. He slammed his fist onto the table.

She had lectured him endlessly about restraining his lust—yet here she was, cheating in their own home?

And so eagerly, at that.

Feng Jian burned with shame. As a man, he identified more with his father than his mother—after all, his wealth came from Feng Kang.

But Dai Xiao? That bastard deserved to die. No wonder he’d always looked at Feng Jian with that mocking glint.

This wasn’t just an insult—it was the ultimate degradation.

People cursed others’ mothers all the time, but Dai Xiao had gone and done the deed himself.

Feng Ruili’s icy gaze remained fixed on the screen, though his body betrayed a different reaction.

His so-called stepmother had hidden depths indeed.

Chen Cai’s mind blanked. No matter how thick-skinned she was, being exposed before a crowd of elites was unbearable.

Her face contorted with rage, and she whirled around, locking eyes with Xu Mu in the distance.

It had to be him.

It had to be!

In the past, Dai Xiao would’ve brushed off such exposure—even taunted Feng Kang, bragging that his wife had come willingly.

But now? Things were different.

Feng Kang had ancient martial artists of the Gang Qi level at his disposal.

For the first time, Dai Xiao felt a sliver of fear. What if Feng Kang snapped and killed him on the spot?

Feng Yue smirked at the screen.

Seeing Chen Cai publicly humiliated thrilled her like nothing else.

She stole another glance at Xu Mu. She didn’t know how he’d obtained the footage, but he’d just avenged her in the most satisfying way.

[Favorability +20]

Beside Xu Mu, Nangong Yao stared at him in disbelief.

She recognized Chen Cai—Feng Kang’s wife, now exposed as a collaborator with the vile Dai Xiao.

That made her just as wicked.

Xu Mu could see the malevolent aura around Chen Cai.

Nangong Yao, however, couldn’t. At seven or eight years old, she was already capable of independent thought.

Once, she’d met a sage whose body radiated a sacred golden light.

The sage had told her she harbored immense latent power—a future of limitless potential.

Nangong Yao often fantasized about wielding the ability to punish evil.

But she knew she hadn’t awakened yet. Her “power” was just an illusion.

But... does Xu Mu possess this power?

[Affection +20]

Nangong Yao stared intently at Xu Mu, her eyes unwavering. She had finally found her true destined one.