Chapter 1597: Visiting Feng Ciye

All Feng Huaimu ever desired was Xu Haohao.

Even in death, having Xu Haohao light incense on his grave and offer a bouquet of flowers.

Perhaps in Feng Huaimu’s eyes, such a death was still worthy.

Su Li remained silent, tacitly admitting her intentions.

Eleven observed, smiled, and said, "Since Seventh Sister-in-law has already made her decision, let’s proceed as planned. I’ll immediately find an excellent cemetery to lay Brother to rest."

Eleven instructed the staff at the funeral home and followed Su Li and the others out of the oppressive and heavily eerie funeral home, basking in the sun for quite some time to regain his composure.

Eleven remembered something and proactively said, "Oh, there’s one more thing. According to the Feng Family’s inheritance division, Father favored Brother Qi as the heir during his lifetime, but Brother Mo didn’t give the inheritance right to Tuanzi, so be it. Father also extremely liked Fourth Brother and actually divided a lot of the inheritance to him, but the other day, the subordinates said that Fourth Brother seems disinterested in inheriting these assets."

Eleven was no longer the middle schooler Su Li once knew; now there was a fury surrounding him. He said, "Fifth Sister and Sixth Brother, seeing Fourth Brother disinterested in these assets, have been clamoring to split Fourth Brother’s share so it wouldn’t go to waste."

Su Li and Xiao Heng exchanged a glance, their hearts skipping a beat.

Su Li grasped Tuanzi’s cold little hand tightly and immediately said to Eleven, "You go ahead, we’re going to see Feng Ciye!"

What Feng Ciye was doing seemed to not bode well.

A deep unease rose in Su Li’s heart, and she promptly took a car with Xiao Heng to Feng Ciye’s residence.

Mo Si Huang was not planning to leave the Feng Family’s estate to Tuanzi, which Su Li could understand because he assumed she wanted to take Tuanzi to the world where she and Feng Huaijin both resided.

But what about Feng Ciye?

He was the rightful Fourth Young Master of the Feng Family!

Even if he was a bastard, obtaining the Feng Family’s estate was still rightful.

And he himself didn’t want it...

Don’t talk about how Feng Ciye was indifferent to fame and fortune, seeing money as dirt.

No such person exists in this world, let alone Feng Ciye, who once wandered Jiangzhou Prefecture to make money, picking up waste, and doing all sorts of hard and tiring jobs.

Su Li vaguely knew why Feng Ciye made such a decision, but that guess filled her with fear.

Feng Ciye was a rather elegant man; even his residence exuded refined taste. Though not large, it was decorated in a traditional style. Upon entering, one could see a lotus pond sprawling there, with lotus flowers thriving amidst the mud.

Xiao Heng explained, "I heard Feng Ciye is quite interesting; he turned a plot originally meant for building a house into flower fields, with his grand garden at the back."

Su Li had vaguely heard about it because Feng Ciye’s home wasn’t big and had once been mocked by Old Six, that vulgar guy, for being shabby.

Upon stepping inside, one could faintly smell the fragrance of flowers, extremely elegant. It’s hard to understand if Old Six was blind to mock Feng Ciye.

Inside the room, it was very quiet, and no one responded to their knocks.

Tuanzi grew a little impatient and anxious, took out the keys herself, and opened the door.

As the door was pushed open, sunlight poured in, gently spreading over the clean tiled floor.

Su Li looked up and saw a wooden rocking chair by the window near the flower fields, with a slender person lying on it.

Though the antique rocking chair seemed meant for an old man, the young man on it still exuded beauty, like a piece of art depicting an afternoon repose.