CHAPTER 742: CHAPTER 609: FEAR OF ONE’S WIFE—AN INCURABLE DISEASE

Feng Lan walked into the study to find Feng Xun still sitting in his original spot, looking rather unpleasant.

This brat, he actually dares to show such an attitude to his old man.

Feng Lan glared at Feng Xun’s face, which strikingly resembled his own, with great dissatisfaction.

Feng Lan staying in the City Lord’s Mansion was partly to retrieve the Phoenix Token sooner, and partly to supervise Feng Xun and Ye Lingyue.

Luckily, during this time, he had also discovered something.

Although Feng Xun and Ye Lingyue had a close relationship, they slept in separate rooms and had not engaged in any inappropriate behavior.

The more days they spent together, the more Feng Lan noticed that aside from being unskilled in martial arts and a bit frail, Feng Xun was excellent in all other aspects.

He’s a charming and diplomatic person, even the mercenaries in the city are obediently subdued by him, and the affairs of Mercenary City are managed by him in an orderly manner; this kid is surely a business genius.

Feng Lan had also secretly probed Feng Xun about who had taught him these things.

Feng Xun simply replied indifferently that as a child, with his mother being busy, he often spent time in the accounting room keeping her company; his mother received people from all trades, so he picked up quite a bit through observation and listening.

When Feng Lan heard this, he was somewhat astonished.

His time spent with Feng Xun was meant to understand more about this estranged son over the years, but unexpectedly, through their interactions, what he learned about more was Qing Feng.

In his memory, the willful and capricious girl seemed to be fading, replaced by the competent and magnanimous Family Head described by Housekeeper Mu.

And in Feng Xun’s words, the tender and strong mother.

"Today I need to go to the Mercenary Alliance to review the annual accounts, the teaching will be done by Earth Venerate on my behalf." Approaching the end of the year, Feng Xun was also getting busy.

The affairs of the Mercenary Alliance left him no time to continue instructing Feng Lan.

"Earth Venerate? You’re letting that woman teach me? Are you trying to mess with me, that woman looks at me like I owe her millions of silver." Feng Lan expressed strong dissatisfaction.

Before he fell into a coma, he was known as Beiqing’s famously handsome young man, always receiving countless admiring glances and sachets from young girls whenever he went out.

But after one coma, waking up more than ten years later, everything had changed dramatically.

Inexplicably, he had married Qing Feng and even had a son.

All of this was already headache-inducing, yet he had also met the bizarre Earth Venerate.

If one were to say that Feng Lan had gotten along well with numerous people in the City Lord’s Mansion lately, there were still two individuals he couldn’t get on with at all.

One was Heavenly Venerate, and the other was Earth Venerate.

Feng Lan had some inexplicable dislike for Heavenly Venerate.

As for Earth Venerate, on the contrary, she inexplicably disliked Feng Lan.

This left Feng Lan quite helpless; he would often wonder why that odd-tempered woman always showed him a cold face despite him being strikingly handsome.

You don’t owe Earth Venerate millions, you only owe her a piece of memory, Feng Xun secretly thought.

"Earth Venerate runs the Tongtian Pavilion; she’s even more high-level than me when it comes to handling accounts." Some of Feng Xun’s business methods were taught by Qing Feng after all.

Despite Earth Venerate’s resentment toward Feng Lan for not remembering her, resulting in cold and harsh words.

Yet Feng Xun had noticed that lately, Earth Venerate had been frequenting the study area. Whether she was concerned about him as a son or about the father, that was something only Earth Venerate would know.

Just as they were speaking, the door opened.

"Don’t want to learn? Then get lost."

The Earth Venerate entered with a blast of cold air, face taut, fiercely glaring at Feng Lan.

On the battlefield, accustomed to life and death, Feng Lan for no reason shrank his neck and sat down dejectedly, listlessly picking up an account book, looking every bit the obedient student.

Feng Xun couldn’t help but recall an old tradition of the Feng Residence.

It’s said that successive Prince Fengs had a minor issue: they were henpecked. Looking at it now, although Feng Lan had lost his memory, that issue seemed to remain.

At least, Feng Lan dared to shout at his own son Feng Xun, but in front of the Earth Venerate, he only dared to curse behind her back and would not dare to raise his voice in her presence.

Seeing Feng Lan silent, the Earth Venerate’s expression softened slightly.

She didn’t even notice the mischievous look on Feng Xun’s face by her side.

In Feng Xun’s view, the Earth Venerate was still the same old, her face wrapped in gauze, except that he noticed she had changed out of the always worn ominous black robes into a well-tailored purple skirt.

Feng Xun hid his smile at the corners of his lips, closed the door behind him, leaving the room filled with a sense of warmth.

The room came to life, with Feng Lan and the Earth Venerate each seated on one side, separated by a desk in between, starting today’s lesson.

Originally, Feng Lan had some doubts in his heart, worrying that the Earth Venerate might mix personal grievances into the teaching, but two hours passed.

Feng Lan soon realized that his concerns were superfluous.

What Feng Xun said was correct; the Earth Venerate was absolutely an expert in accounting. Even the lectures were clearer and more careful than Feng Xun’s.

Feng Xun also noticed that the Earth Venerate’s voice had become much more pleasant to listen to than before, not as harsh as Northern women or soft and muffled like Southern women, but instead, it was a kind of tone that was somewhere between rough and fine, like the tinkling of spring water, which was quite pleasant to the ear.

Listening to her, Feng Lan became momentarily lost in thought.

"The accounts of sales on credit are typically done this way, did you listen carefully?"

The Earth Venerate finished speaking and seeing Feng Lan without a reaction, couldn’t help but furrow her brows.

"You speak so softly. I didn’t hear anything with the cold wind howling outside like the roar of a lion; with your cat-like voice, how could I hear clearly?" Feng Lan’s ears reddened as he realized that he hadn’t absorbed a word of what the Earth Venerate had just said.

The Earth Venerate had the urge to strangle Feng Lan.

Feng Lan, who trained in martial arts from a young age, had a sharper sense of hearing than most people. It wasn’t just cat noises – he could hear even a mouse’s squeak clearly.

Either he was picking a fight or he had been distracted just now, which is why he hadn’t listened carefully.

When he was a child under the Imperial Tutor, the Tutor always praised him for being focused on his tasks; how come after being unconscious for more than a decade and waking up, he seemed to have regressed.

The Earth Venerate forcefully suppressed the anger in her heart.

"I’ll explain it one more time, just once!"

"Come here, sit next to me," Feng Lan shifted over a chair, and upon seeing the Earth Venerate’s hesitation, his brows raised provocatively and he added, "What’s wrong, scared I’ll eat you? Rest assured, I have absolutely no interest in a woman who has zero feminine charm like you."

No feminine charm, indeed. Compared to the delicate and curvaceous figure of Empress Qing Shuang, she indeed lacked any feminine charm.

The Earth Venerate held back the impulse to grab the inkstone and smash it into Feng Lan’s handsome face.

She thought to herself, just what on earth made her fancy Feng Lan in the past? This guy was both venomous-tongued and ill-intentioned.

She snatched up an account book and slammed it down in front of Feng Lan and started re-explaining in a dry manner.