Chapter 48: When the flower is stained with ink 2

At the same time, in the capital, just as Hou Yizhen finished the backlogged work and arranged plans for the next few days, his phone rang.

After answering it, his face immediately changed. He immediately ran out of his office, signaling his assistants and secretary to come over, and left the company.

Meanwhile, because there were so many people who had witnessed the event at the Bohai Spring Festival, countless videos, pictures, and livestreams were uploaded online.

Soon, the netizens came to know that something big had happened at the Bohai Spring Festival.

#The erhu beauty knows how to play the guzheng as well#

#Shocking news! Someone threw sulfuric acid at Lin Feng onstage#

#Shocking news! The culprit said that Lin Feng stole his man#

#Lin Feng is gay#

Countless shocking remarks filled the online world.

Hou Yizhen would normally pay attention to such matters and have his subordinates control the situation. But at this time, his mind was completely focused on the boy he had left in Bohai Town.

His subordinate had said that only a few splashes, just a few drops, had landed on the boy’s hand. However, that boy was clearly very delicate. Wouldn’t he be crying terribly from the pain?

Hou Yizhen knew that his subordinates were all rough men. What if what they thought were only a few drops was actually quite serious?

His heart remained suspended in the air, unable to calm down.

.....

It was already quite late at night, almost ten o’clock, when all the fuss in Bohai Town finally ended.

Lin Feng’s face inside the car was in shadows, but he was unexpectedly calm.

All the events had happened so suddenly, starting with the incident in the town square, followed by Housekeeper Yang dragging him and Edmund to the hospital, and then going to the police station for a quick visit.

Lin Feng and Housekeeper Yang were on their way back to the hospital from the police station to see Edmund’s situation.

Lin Feng was forced to calm down and deal with things one after another, having no time to think about anything else.

Only at this time did Lin Feng finally manage to have some time to think and reflect on what had happened and the inexplicable emotions he had felt.

After experiencing yet another turbulent event just as he was already dealing with one, Lin Feng truly felt exhausted.

’It’s endless, one after another, as if they will never stop.’

Lin Feng was tired of always being at the receiving end of countless problems and troubles.

That carriage incident that ended his previous life.

The confusion with his newfound gender.

The fear of his sexual orientation being discovered.

The uncertainty of what the future held for him.

And more.

Now someone wanted to harm him again.

They were like slaps on his face, waking him up from his foolish delusions.

If Lin Feng continued to act spineless when faced with all these problems, would he still have a way to survive in this world?

No wonder that in the Song Dynasty, most women in the noble families she knew were all calculating and shrewd.

It was something brought about by their environment. They needed to be smarter to survive.

Lin Feng’s lashes lowered, concealing the complicated look in his eyes.

Earlier, what he had felt when he realized the terrible fate he had just escaped by a slim chance...

When he had looked at that person, he had, undeniably, felt murderous intent brimming inside him.

Lin Feng wanted to pour sulfuric acid on that person in return and drown him in acid until he melted down to the bone, so he could thoroughly experience the terror and pain he had wanted to mindlessly inflict on others.

Realizing this, the boy closed his eyes.

It turned out that Madam Lin, who had always thought of herself as good, kind, and virtuous, was, in fact, not as benevolent as everyone thought.

For a moment, Lin Feng seemed to see a droplet of ink fall onto the petals of a white flower he was hiding in his heart.

The ink spread along the petals, staining the once-pure flower.

Housekeeper Yang was also silent. He could not inform the young master about the man who used to live in the nearby villa without Master Hou’s permission.

Arriving at the hospital, they saw Edmund surrounded by nurses, his body still bare and covered with various ointments.

Lin Feng’s expressionless face finally showed a hint of worry, his eyes softening again.

"How are you feeling? Is it still painful?"

Edmund smiled helplessly. "Young Master, I am all right. These are just mild burns. Once they heal, they probably won’t even leave a scar."

Lin Feng did not believe it for a moment and instead looked at the nurses for confirmation.

After seeing the nurses confirm it, he finally sighed in relief.

"Fortunately, fortunately. Otherwise, I will never be at peace," he sighed.

Edmund bowed out of habit, his muscular back stretching taut, and his six-pack, or rather, eight-pack abs bulged as his muscles clenched.

"Young Master Lin Feng, this is not your fault. You’re also a victim, so please do not blame yourself."

The nurses, who were wrapping up the ointments and other medical supplies on their trolley, couldn’t help throwing glances at the beautiful boy and the dashing, tall man.

This man kept calling this boy "young master," almost as if Lin Feng were a young nobleman and this man were his knight. Or maybe a butler?

Immediately, countless fantasies entered the nurses’ minds, making their eyes shine brighter as they watched the two men interact.

Both of them clearly had mixed-race features. They were very beautiful and handsome, respectively.

If they starred in a BL film, they would definitely be a perfect match!

Just as they were thinking of this, the door of the room suddenly swung open, startling everyone.

A very tall man entered. He seemed to be almost seven feet tall or even taller, with a large frame, pitch-black hair and eyes, and bronze-colored skin. An unnerving black-ink tattoo peeked out from beneath his collar, with the dragon’s head visible on his neck.

The nurses’ eyes widened in shock, almost trembling in fear at the sudden appearance of the person with such a terrifying aura.

’This, this guy looks like a yakuza or someone from a mafia family.’

’Is he a gangster?’