usatvline Chapter 268
Chapter 268
Just as the leader had thought.
For Niannian, it doesn't matter where she lives if her father isn't home.
Having friends around makes her happier.
After understanding her father's thoughts, Niannian nodded and agreed with him.
"Father, can't we stay with Niannian for a couple more days?"
Niannian lowered her eyes, looking somewhat disappointed.
The leader simply patted his daughter's head, sighed deeply, and said nothing more.
He knew, of course, that he was not a good father.
Even though he gave his daughter everything he had, he ultimately failed to provide the most important thing: companionship.
But he is more than just a father.
He also carries the hopes of tens of thousands of people on his shoulders.
Niannian also understood her father's thoughts.
She lowered her head for a long time, then struggled to raise it and gave her father a smile.
“Father, I will stay here obediently. Sister Feng and Guangnian are both very good to me, so you don’t need to worry about me.”
Seeing his daughter like this, the leader felt a pang of heartache.
……
After finalizing the house design with the leader and Niannian, Feng Shuyuan and Niannian saw the leader off.
Only when the leader's car gradually disappeared from sight did Niannian's tears fall.
"Father……"
Tears streamed down her face as she cried, feeling wronged and sad.
Guangnian initially wanted to offer some words of advice to Nian Nian, but after saying a few words, she thought of Liu Nian, who had not returned for a long time.
Unable to hold back her tears, she pouted and started to cry.
Looking at the two little girls shedding tiny pearls in front of him, Feng Shuyuan felt a mix of amusement and sadness.
"Alright, you two little fairies."
Feng Shuyuan patted the two of them on the shoulder:
"I'll take you to see some fun things."
"kindness?"
The two little girls had red noses and teardrops still clinging to their eyelashes as they looked at Feng Shuyuan with hazy eyes.
……
And so, Feng Shuyuan settled down with the two little girls.
Anwar has a lot of new and interesting things to offer, so he's sure to impress the young girls.
Despite Feng Shuyuan's repeated requests for accommodation, the secretary still transferred the money to him.
The only requirement is that Feng Shuyuan can take good care of his daughter.
Watching his two younger sisters running around in front of him every day, Feng Shuyuan rested his chin on his hand and thought:
What's the difference between me now and a kindergarten teacher?
Of course, there are still differences.
After all, she had asked her secretary to help her look things up.
The secretary acted quickly, and soon sent Feng Shuyuan the information he wanted.
First, there was the news of Feng Tiancheng's death.
The file states:
At 10:23 a.m. on September 17, the couple were on their way to the father's house when they were hit by an out-of-control truck and both of them died on the spot.
The file included several photos of the car accident scene.
Looking at the small car that had been wrecked beyond recognition and the large truck that had overturned to the side, Feng Shuyuan felt a chill run down his spine.
The document states that the truck braked due to driver fatigue.
She has been in this world for a long time and has learned a lot about its technology.
With the technology of this world, car accidents are now very rare.
These are all vehicles controlled by AI, and each car is equipped with several systems, such as the braking system. How could an accident suddenly occur?
However, back then, the case was closed by accident.
This was something that Feng Shuyuan cared about very much.
Turning to the next page revealed information about the deceased and their family.
It is clearly written above:
deceased:
Feng Tiancheng, male, 27 years old.
Qiu Xueyi, female, 26 years old.
The couple had one daughter named Feng Lexin.
Looking at the last name, Feng Shuyuan felt his mind buzzing.
These are things that even Feng Lexin herself probably doesn't know.
While Feng Shuyuan was investigating and finding clues, Nan Dan couldn't hold on any longer.
She sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the corner tightly, not daring to fall asleep.
It's been almost a week.
She would dream about that dream whenever she fell asleep.
Those high and mighty, arrogant people behind the scenes.
He helped them conceal the truth in court.
That final, piercing blow.
Now, with her eyes closed, she could even feel the coldness of the knife tip.
Or rather, she experiences severe chest pain whenever she is awake.
That was just a dream.
That's how she initially told herself it.
However, once she realized that she would be killed whenever she dreamed of it, sleeping became torture for her.
By that calculation, she may have gone six days without sleep.
The intense mental stress seemed to have caused her to hallucinate.
The assassin holding a knife seemed to be right in front of her.
That's not a dream!
That's definitely not a dream!
Nandan stared with bloodshot eyes, her mind nearly driven to madness.
The feeling was so real, how could it just be a dream?
Blood! So much blood!
Nandan looked down at the large patch of blood on her chest and screamed.
The bodyguards at the door dutifully rushed in:
"Boss! Calm down! Calm down!"
Several bodyguards restrained Nandan, who was trying to tear him apart.
Since Nandan realized something was wrong with her a few days ago, she has had someone guarding the door.
If you discover you have a problem, come in immediately and take control of yourself.
On the previous occasions, Nandan was able to quickly regain consciousness after the bodyguards rushed in.
However, this time, perhaps due to prolonged mental tension, Nandan, who was being restrained, could only roar loudly and could not make any other moves.
Left with no other option, the bodyguard knocked her unconscious.
There was no other way; if Nandan continued shouting like that, her voice would be ruined.
After Nandan lost consciousness, several bodyguards placed her on the bed and withdrew from the doorway again.
No one noticed that, while she was unconscious, beads of sweat gradually gathered on her forehead.