Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 258, Section 257: Family Harmony
Feng Xiuhu looked at Cheng Aimei.

Cheng Aimei remained expressionless, sitting motionless in her chair, her gaze fixed on Zheng Muwen.

"My poor daughter is already deeply involved."

In front of everyone, Zheng Muwen wiped away his tears and said sadly, "To be honest, I was also at fault. Since coming to Fancheng, I have devoted myself to education and neglected my family. That's how Cheng got the opportunity to take advantage of me."

The story of Zheng Sumei, the youngest daughter of the Zheng family, is not exactly news in Shangcheng. Meixiang Dim Sum Shop is quite famous, so there are quite a few people who know the inside story.

The reporters were clearly not there to hear these tired old stories, so one of them interjected and asked, "Director Zheng, what do you mean by all this? What does Father Feng have to do with this?"

Zheng Muwen sneered: "You'll have to ask him about that. Crazy Tiger and that guy surnamed Cheng broke into my house together, beating people and setting fires. It really proves the old saying—a den of snakes and rats!"

So the reporters turned their attention to Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu straightened his collar and said with a smile, "Our church, upholding the spirit of humanitarianism and from the perspective of caring for the physical and mental health of believers, has specially appointed me as the family envoy to help Mr. Cheng Aimei solve the emotional problems that have troubled him for many years."

The reporters were completely confused, but someone caught the key point: "Who are the believers? Mr. Cheng or Director Zheng?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded and said, "They are a family. A family should be united, so of course they are all believers."

Zheng Muwen's expression changed drastically: "Don't talk nonsense! Who's family with him?!"

Feng Xiuhu retorted, "Your daughter is his wife, and he is your son-in-law. Aren't we family?"

He then asked the reporters, "Don't you agree?"

The reporters nodded in agreement: "Who can argue with that!"

The reporters were writing furiously, and Zheng Muwen panicked a little: "Wait! How can you say such things? I—I have never known anyone with the surname Cheng, and I have never even let him into my house!"

Feng Xiuhu immediately chimed in, "Then he's also your son-in-law! Zheng Sumei is still your daughter!"

Zheng Muwen jumped up and down in a panic: "I broke off all ties with her a long time ago! She's disgraced the Zheng family! She's an ungrateful wretch! A traitor who always sides with outsiders, I don't recognize her anymore—"

The voice just fell.

Wow——!
Black and white chess pieces flew everywhere. Cheng Aimei stood up angrily, and Zheng Muwen looked astonished. The scene seemed to freeze at this moment.

Bang! !

Cheng Aimei, once still, moved with the force of a thunderbolt. He grabbed the square chessboard, jumped up, and slapped it across Zheng Muwen's face.

The chessboard shattered in two on the spot, and Zheng Muwen collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and crying out in pain, "You bastard—how dare you hit me!?"

Cheng Aimei held half of the chessboard in each hand, standing there panting heavily.

"what--!!"

He yelled, pounced on Zheng Muwen, straddled him, and continued to slam half of the chessboard down on Zheng Muwen's head: "You dog! You dog! You're the dog!"

"I won't allow you to talk about Ah Mei like that!"

Zheng Muwen screamed in agony as he was beaten, finally remembering to call for help: "Police! Police! Are you blind?! Arrest him!"

The constables were about to step forward when Feng Xiuhu blocked their way.

Feng Xiuhu put his hands on his hips and laughed, "Even an upright official can't settle family disputes. Father-in-law and son-in-law may quarrel in bed, but they make up before they get out of bed. You should stay out of it."

The patrol captain chuckled twice: "Father Feng, this is no small matter. Director Zheng has even been injured."

Feng Xiuhu glared at him: "I've already told you I'm a special envoy for family ties, I've seen plenty of this kind of thing."

Having said that, he ignored the police officers and clapped his hands to wake the still-astonished reporters: "No one came here for nothing! No one came here for nothing! Get to work with your tools!"

The reporters finally snapped out of their daze and began snapping photos. Amidst the crackling of shutters and flashes of white light, and the billowing smoke, the images of the two wrestling figures in the main hall were captured on film.

Feng Xiuhu actually admired Zheng Muwen; even after being beaten to such a miserable state, he still had the nerve to shout at the reporters, "Don't take pictures! Don't take pictures of me! I'll shut down your newspaper!"

The commotion here was so great that even Madam Zheng, who was inside, showed up.

Seeing the chaotic scene, she rushed forward in a panic.

Gu Zhili, who had been observing silently, subtly stopped her: "Madam, the master is playing chess with the son-in-law, so please don't get involved."

Madam Zheng looked up at her: "And who are you?"

Gu Zhili said expressionlessly, "I'm doing this for your own good. Madam, you should go back to your room and rest. Director Zheng won't die."

The chilling tone sent a shiver down Madam Zheng's spine. She glanced at Zheng Muwen screaming on the ground, then steeled herself, turned away, and left.

Cheng Aimei then released all her pent-up emotions.

He smashed the chessboard and then turned around to grab the food box.

His eyes blazed with fury as he roared at Zheng Muwen, "You can say whatever you want about me, but you're not allowed to say anything about Amei!"

"What did Amei do wrong?"

Cheng Aimei opened the food box, grabbed some pastries, and held them up in front of Zheng Muwen: "Over the years, how many times has she brought you food? Have you ever let her into the house even once?! Have you ever tasted a single bite?!"

Zheng Muwen clearly hadn't grasped the crux of the matter. Despite his face being covered in blood, he still struggled desperately: "You, surnamed Cheng, are finished! I'll make sure you never have a foothold in Fancheng again! I'll make sure your family's shop goes out of business—"

Cheng Aimei shoved a handful of pastries into Zheng Muwen's mouth: "Eat this! Make up for all the food you haven't eaten in all these years!"

Then another one came in, and Zheng Muwen's mouth was stuffed full, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.

Feng Xiuhu crouched down in front of Zheng Muwen and whispered in his ear to correct him: "Director Zheng, it's not up to you. Cheng Aimei has me backing her up, but who can back you up?"

"Uh-huh--"

Zheng Muwen sobbed, his eyes now devoid of anger, filled only with terror—don't misunderstand, it wasn't Feng Xiuhu's words that frightened him, but rather because he was suffocating.

But Cheng Aimei seemed unaware that he was completely blinded by anger and was still stuffing pastries into Zheng Muwen's mouth.

Zheng Muwen rolled his eyes.

Seeing this as a rare opportunity, Feng Xiuhu quickly called the reporters over: "Quick, take a few more pictures. I've even thought of the headlines for you—'The son-in-law of the Zheng family couldn't refuse the hospitality, and Director Zheng was so moved that he almost fainted.'"

Click, click, another burst of camera shutters flashed.

The sound seemed to touch a nerve with Zheng Muwen, and he actually woke up, staring wide-eyed at the reporters: "Mmm mmm mmm mmm!"

Feng Xiuhu translated for him: "Director Zheng said that the report must be truthful about the harmony and love within the Zheng family, and should mainly highlight how Mr. Cheng treats Director Zheng like his own father."

One reporter objected: "Is this what you call serving?"

Feng Xiuhu said with dissatisfaction, "Why didn't you call out to me? I personally fed him. If anyone doesn't believe me, I'll feed him some too."

The reporters chimed in, "So harmonious! So friendly!"

Zheng Muwen's eyelids rolled back, and he lost consciousness again.

P.S.: Lao Cheng didn't drink, but his heart was more genuine than anyone who did.

(End of this chapter)