Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 256 255 Who is he?
Just as Feng Xiuhu was listening with great interest, Gu Zhili suddenly spoke up to remind him, "We've arrived."

Looking up, they realized they had arrived at the gate of the Zheng residence.

Cheng Aimei pushed the bicycle to the side and carefully locked it.

Feng Xiuhu went up and knocked on the door, but there was no response after knocking for a long time.

Feng Xiuhu shouted, "Director Zheng! Don't hide inside and stay silent, I know you're home!"

At that moment, the butler's voice came from inside the door: "Father Feng, please go back. My master is unwell and cannot receive guests."

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled: "He collapsed in just a short while? This illness came on quite suddenly."

Gu Zhili told him, "Being sick is fake; not wanting to see you is real."

Feng Xiuhu was still puzzled: "It seems that Director Zheng still doesn't understand me well enough. No one else would dare to lock me out. Isn't he afraid that I'll really set the house on fire?"

Gu Zhili explained, "Others are afraid of you because they don't want to offend you; but Director Zheng isn't afraid. The more trouble you cause, the happier he is."

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "Then I have to see for myself just how happy he is."

After saying that, he went up and kicked the door open.

The gate to the house was wide open, and the steward and gatekeeper inside stood still without making any attempt to stop them.

The butler cupped his hands to Feng Xiuhu and said calmly, "Father Feng, my master has already said that no matter how much trouble you cause today, he will not change his mind. Moreover, the police and newspaper reporters are already on their way. If things get out of hand, it will be you, Father Feng, who will lose face in the end. My master kindly advises you to back down now, it's not too late."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but laugh.

Zheng Muwen is quite the schemer; he's got a clever plan to avoid losing out on either side!

He summoned reporters in advance, and in front of the writers, the more fiercely Feng Xiuhu made a scene, the more Zheng Muwen's upright and incorruptible image would be highlighted; if Feng Xiuhu backed down, it would further demonstrate Zheng Muwen's fearless and righteous character!

He wanted to gain a good reputation by stepping on Feng Xiuhu's head; he made a fortune from this deal.

Unfortunately, Feng Xiuhu had no intention of causing trouble—or rather, he had no intention of causing trouble himself.

As soon as the housekeeper finished speaking, Cheng Aimei walked in from outside the door carrying a food box.

The butler's expression changed slightly when he saw who it was.

Cheng Aimei habitually smiled at the housekeeper and held up the food box for him to see: "This was made by Amei herself. I brought it to Director Zheng to have a taste."

He made a move to go inside, but the butler shouted shrilly, "Stop!"

Cheng Aimei froze on the spot, pulling back the step she had just taken.

The butler quickly stepped in front of them, saying, "My master is not receiving guests today. Are you deaf?"

Cheng Aimei stared at the food box in silence—no matter how much she had encouraged herself before coming, her spirits had weakened considerably once she arrived.

But at least he didn't back down.

Normally, by this time, Cheng Aimei would have already put on a smiling face, stuffing a silver plate into the butler's hand while begging him to help take the food box inside, and then leaving on her own.

But Cheng Aimei's unusual behavior today made the housekeeper feel offended.

He shoved Cheng Aimei's shoulder: "I'm asking you a question!"

Cheng Aimei swayed, but still didn't move.

"Hey!"

The butler started rolling up his sleeves.

Bang!
A kick landed on the butler's butler from behind, causing him to fall forward and land face-first in the mud.

He covered his mouth and cried out in pain. Before he could get up, another foot came down and slammed his face into the floor tile.

Feng Xiuhu pointed at Cheng Aimei and asked the butler, "Introduce him, who is he?" The butler did not know that Cheng Aimei had come with Feng Xiuhu, but he knew who he could afford to offend and who he could not.

So even though his face was burning with embarrassment, he still forced a smile and replied, "It was my fault for being out of my mind. How could I lecture someone in front of Father Feng? Father Feng, you don't know this. This person is named Cheng Aimei. She used to be a factory manager under Lu Hongxi. Later, she was dismissed for her poor performance. Now, I don't know where she is. But in short, she is a nobody and not worth my attention."

Feng Xiuhu was not satisfied with this answer.

He moved his feet and squatted down.

The steward breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Feng Xiuhu had let him go. Just as he was about to get up, Feng Xiuhu grabbed his head and pushed him back down.

Feng Xiuhu pulled a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and held the flame close to the butler's hair: "I'll ask you one more time, who is he?"

As the flames flickered before his eyes, the steward's heart trembled: "Father Feng, Father Feng, didn't I just make myself clear!"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "I think you're wrong. Say it again."

The butler's voice trembled: "What else can I say? Everything I said is true!"

Feng Xiuhu stopped asking questions, lit the lighter, and ignited the ends of his hair. The flames spread rapidly, engulfing his entire hair and accompanied by a burnt smell.

The butler's eyes widened in terror, his expression filled with unspeakable panic.

He struggled to get up, but Feng Xiuhu held him down tightly, and he could only twist his body on the ground and scream in panic.

Feng Xiuhu remained calm: "Think again, who exactly is he?"

It's true that human potential is always limitless; at this crucial moment, the butler finally remembered.

He shouted, "It's the son-in-law! It's our son-in-law! He's the master's son-in-law!"

Feng Xiuhu was finally satisfied. He ripped off the butler's coat, put it over the butler's head, and then stomped on it several times.

The flames went out amidst billowing smoke.

Feng Xiuhu helped the steward up and kindly brushed the dust off his clothes: "What kind of mess have you made? You don't even recognize your own son-in-law? But it's alright, people have bad eyesight sometimes. Now that you recognize him, quickly invite him in."

The butler had become a bald, sparse man, with patches of burnt hair and bruises on his face from being trampled.

His voice was choked with sobs: "Father Feng, let the servants lead you inside. I'd like to go to the clinic first."

Feng Xiuhu felt it was inappropriate: "It's not that I don't understand you, but I'm worried that the other servants don't recognize your son-in-law, so you'd better take the trouble."

Click click click.

As he spoke, Feng Xiuhu flicked the lighter in his hand, making a crisp sound.

The butler forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Father Feng is so thoughtful. I haven't had any trouble at all."

He dared not delay any longer and quickly turned around, gesturing for everyone to follow him.

Feng Xiuhu and Gu Zhili walked inside, but after a few steps, they turned around and found Cheng Aimei still standing there in a daze.

Feng Xiuhu called out to him, "Come on over."

Cheng Aimei then came to her senses and caught up with him.

The butler led them to the main hall, and, enduring the pain, bent over and said, "Father Feng, please wait a moment. I will go and fetch my master right away."

Feng Xiuhu warned him, "Then be careful on the road. If I don't see him within five minutes, I'll burn the rest of your hair too."

The butler trembled upon hearing this and quickly assured him, "Father Feng, don't worry, I'll carry my master here even if I have to."

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(End of this chapter)