The Domineering Cultivator Farmer

Chapter 10: My Daughter Is Already Five?

Four hours later, Fang Yun arrived in the provincial capital. “So many years have passed, yet the provincial capital hasn’t changed much at all,” Fang Yun remarked as he drove, taking in his surroundings. As the capital of Province F, ZF City has always been committed to building a culturally rich and livable city, striving to protect cultural relics and historic sites and prohibiting indiscriminate development—which is why it hasn’t changed much over the years. Fang Yun had attended the Political Science and Law University here and was very familiar with the city. Following his memory, he found a restaurant called Juyuan Zhai located next to the university. As soon as he walked in, Fang Yun spotted a familiar face—Jiang Lili. “What a coincidence—you’re here too!” Jiang Lili turned around and was also surprised to see Fang Yun. “This shop is run by our family, too. What are you doing here?” “I had no idea Jiang Lili’s family had such a large business,” Fang Yun thought to himself as he replied, “I’m here to buy some jade.” “Then feel free to look around—I’ll give you a discount.” Fang Yun selected some green jade of average quality. As he was paying, Jiang Lili asked, “What are you up to these days?” “I’ve leased some mountain land near my home to set up a health resort,” Fang Yun replied. Jiang Lili didn’t ask any further questions; she just asked for Fang Yun’s phone number and address. “Fang Yun, you bastard!” Just as he stepped out of the store and was about to get into his car, a fist slammed into his face. Fang Yun grabbed the fist and looked down—it belonged to a boy of seventeen or eighteen with hair tousled like a bird’s nest. He looked somewhat familiar, but Fang Yun couldn’t quite place him. “Who are you? How do you know me? Do I have a grudge against you that you’d try to beat me up the moment we meet?” “My sister gave birth to your daughter five years ago, and you haven’t even come to see her once. Do you think I shouldn’t beat you up?” the boy shouted angrily. “Ah…” Only then did Fang Yun realize who the boy was. Feng Bodda—Feng Xiu’er’s younger brother. Back when Feng Xiu’er and Fang Yun used to go on dates, she would often bring him along, saying her parents were too busy. He had only been eleven at the time—no wonder Fang Yun hadn’t recognized him right away. “Xiu’er had a daughter for me? Where is she now?” Fang Yun asked urgently. “Where else could she be? Of course she’s at home,” Feng Boda said, sounding quite displeased. A graceful figure floated into Fang Yun’s mind. Feng Xiu’er had been his girlfriend since college; she had a bit of a feisty personality. The first time he met her, a boy was just confessing his feelings to her. She simply rolled her eyes, left with a “I don’t like you,” and walked away gracefully. The second time he saw her, Fang Yun had snuck into the women’s dorm with a bunch of troublemaking friends on a dare. He happened to catch Feng Xiu’er waking up a roommate who was refusing to get out of bed—but the way she went about it left Fang Yun utterly speechless. Feng Xiu’er was standing with one foot on the ground and the other on her roommate’s body, shouting, “Get up! Sing ‘Conquest’ for me!” Later, when the two started dating, they faced fierce opposition from Feng Xiuer’s father. The Feng family had a rule that was both laughable and exasperating: Feng children could only marry within their own clan and surname in the village. Although Xiu’er’s father, Feng Zhenjia, had moved to the provincial capital as a child and built his fortune from scratch—accumulating assets worth tens of millions to date—he was incredibly stubborn and staunchly upheld this rule, making Fang Yun and Xiu’er’s dates feel like they were conducting underground activities. Fang Yun gritted his teeth in frustration at the Feng family’s rule. “Damn it, aren’t they afraid that the Feng clan will end up producing nothing but morons in the future?” “Is Xiu’er doing okay?” Fang Yun asked, feeling a bit anxious. “She’s fine, though there’s been some gossip from others,” Feng Boda replied, despite his dissatisfaction with Fang Yun. “Why are you going on so much? When are you finally going to see my sister?” “Right, right, right. I’m going to see Xiu’er and her daughter—let’s go right now.” Fang Yun immediately dragged Feng Bodai into the car and headed toward the Feng family home. “Should I take the wheel?” Feng Boda asked with some concern, noticing that Fang Yun was driving erratically due to his excitement and anxiety. “Okay, you take it,” Fang Yun replied, realizing she wasn’t in the right state of mind to drive. She pulled over to the side of the road and let Feng Boda take the wheel. Sitting in the back seat, Fang Yun’s heart was racing. “I wonder how Xiu’er and her daughter have been doing all these years. Is the little girl cute? I wonder if she takes after me or Xiu’er?” “Stop the car!” As they passed a supermarket, Fang Yun suddenly realized he hadn’t brought any gifts and hurriedly told Feng Boda to pull over. Fang Yun ran into the supermarket and bought a few things at random. As soon as she stepped outside, she slipped into the restroom while Feng Boda wasn’t looking, took a ginseng root out of the ring, gritted her teeth, plucked one of the only two remaining thousand-year-old reishi mushrooms from inside, and put it in the bag before walking out with it. When they arrived at the Feng family’s doorstep, Fang Yun didn’t dare go inside, so Feng Bodai had no choice but to open the door and pull her inside. As soon as they entered, they saw a group of people seated around a table drinking tea. Feng Xiu’er was shouting, “I won’t marry him! I’d rather die than marry him! If you want to marry him, go ahead and do it yourself!” “Xiu,” Fang Yun called out, feeling a stinging sensation in his eyes. “Fang Yun, you bastard!” Feng Xiu’er, as fierce as ever, lunged forward, grabbed Fang Yun’s arm, and bit down hard. The expressions of everyone in the room darkened instantly, and one of the younger men wore a look of relief mixed with lingering fear. It turned out this man was the son of a close relative of the Feng Zhen family. When he visited the Fengs earlier this year, he’d taken a liking to Feng Xiu’er, who looked every bit the well-bred young lady, and today he’d asked his parents to propose marriage on his behalf. To be fair, when Feng Xiu’er was quiet, she did look quite the well-bred young lady—but the moment she opened her mouth, her true nature was revealed. “Fang Yun, how dare you show your face in my home!” Feng Zhen’s face turned ashen with rage. Not only had Fang Yun caused his daughter to lose her fiancé, but he’d also vanished without a trace for all these years. Now, just as he’d found a suitable match for his daughter, this man had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to throw a wrench in the works. With that thought, Feng Zhenjia shot a fierce glare at his son standing behind Fang Yun—it had to be this kid who’d brought him back. Mrs. Feng was the quintessential devoted wife and mother. Standing beside her husband, she merely shot Fang Yun a disapproving glare. Back then, she had actually been quite pleased with Fang Yun, but her voice carried little weight in the Feng household, and she was deeply dissatisfied that Fang Yun hadn’t shown his face in all these years. “Uncle and Aunt, I’ve been away these past few years because I had things to take care of,” Fang Yun said, holding Feng Xiu’er’s hand as he reluctantly trotted out the same excuse he’d used before. “You’re pulling our leg,” muttered the man’s mother from the side before Feng Xiuer’s mother could say anything. Seeing the skeptical look on Feng Xiuer’s mother’s face, Fang Yun reached into his pocket, pulled the ID out of the ring, and handed it to Feng Zhenjia. “And you say you’re not lying? When has Huaxia ever heard of a major general in his twenties?” It was that woman again, shouting from the sidelines. In reality, she was simply feeling her pride wounded because the woman her son wanted to marry clearly looked down on their family and, instead, clung to Fang Yun. “Enough already, let’s go,” the woman’s husband tugged at his wife’s sleeve. He, too, was part of the system and held a fairly high rank, so he could tell the difference between a genuine and a fake ID. A major general in his twenties? He definitely couldn’t afford to cross someone like that, which was why he was holding his wife back. “Brother Zhen, I’ve got some business to attend to. I won’t keep you and your family any longer.” With that, he nodded to Fang Yun and walked out. The woman was also quite perceptive; seeing that her husband had left without uttering a word, she understood the situation and, without saying a thing, pulled her son away. As soon as the three of them left, silence fell over the room. Feng Zhenjia wasn’t stupid; seeing their reactions, he knew Fang Yun’s status was genuine. If that were the case, it wouldn’t be out of the question for his daughter to marry him—it was just that the anger in his heart hadn’t subsided yet, and he didn’t know how to broach the subject. “Uncle and Aunt, here are some small gifts. Please accept them.” Noticing the somewhat heavy atmosphere, Fang Yun quickly held out the bag he was carrying. Feng Zhenjia glanced at the supermarket shopping bag Fang Yun was holding, curled the corner of his mouth slightly, and said nothing. It was Feng’s mother who took it from him. “You’ve come all this way—why bring gifts?” Although Mrs. Feng didn’t think much of Fang Yun’s so-called gifts, she still opened them to take a look. “Wow, what a huge ginseng root! And is that a reishi mushroom? It’s so big!” Feng Zhenjia couldn’t help but glance over and froze in surprise. Having seen his fair share of valuable items over the years, he could tell at a glance just how precious these two were. “This ginseng is nearly two hundred years old, and the reishi mushroom is even older—close to a thousand years,” Fang Yun said with a touch of pride as he noticed Feng Zhenjia and his wife staring in astonishment.