Chapter 127 Bitterness (2/2)

He could not figure out whether Yan Feihu was his biological son. Anyway, they were still nominal father and son.

Later, Yan Xiaopeng stopped lingering on this issue. Since he could not figure it out, he did not have to think about it endlessly. He could accept whether he was his biological son or not.

This kind of issue was hard to make sense of. What if he did not accept it? He would just be looking for trouble. This did not help.

Although his youngest son did not look like him, he had been born in the Yan Mansion and his mother was the second lady. No one could deny the fact that he was his father.

He accepted it and found it good. If the youngest son looked like him, as his two brothers did, the Yan family would be full of ugly men.

He felt much prouder for having such a handsome boy. This changed the unsatisfactory image of the Yan family. It was also a good thing.

No one knew where this good thing had come from, except for the second wife, of course.

After this, the second wife seemed to have learned her lesson.

Somehow, Yan Xiaopeng and the second wife did not have another baby. Perhaps, it was because of his incompetence, or because the second lady took some measures to prevent having a baby. Perhaps, she hoped that her husband wouldn't have a chance to question his son's paternity.

Nevertheless, everyone accepted this and no one had a chance to talk about it.

Yan Feihu was handsome and attractive indeed. Everyone would keep their eyes on him when they met him. He was tender, he had big eyes, and his facial features were impeccable.

His body was slender and strong, not too fat or too slim. He was certainly attractive.

Because he was famous for his appearance and being a member of a rich family, ladies from bureaucratic families or other rich families were eager to propose marriage to him. They all hoped to lie in the arms of this handsome man.

However, Yan Feihu would always refuse, no matter how beautiful they were or how rich their families were.

Although he would not let go of the women he wanted, he would desert them after playing with them. He never thought about the results of his actions. The women would accept these results, or his father would solve the problem.

In order to avoid being trapped by marriage and instead have fun in the world, Yan Feihu did not come back home. He wandered around, looking for beautiful women and indulging in women's affections.

He believed that he should not guard his wife his entire life. He wanted to travel around the world to enjoy beautiful scenery and meet all kinds of beauties that would please his bohemian mind.

After worshiping a high-level expert, Yan Feihu learned martial arts and cultivated internal strength. He was so excellent that he rarely met an equal opponent.

In addition, he also learned some mysterious skills.

He thought of the method of the Yin and Yang balance, which could enhance one's body and strength. It could also prolong life and help one stay young. In fact, this was a paradox of self-deception and an unfounded evil story.

The master and his apprentices became older and older every year and could not avoid diseases. Over-indulgement would affect their bodies' condition. Their cultivation was not enhanced. Instead, it decreased. They had already negated this method.

They used this absurd statement to cover their crimes. They were just a bunch of hateful rapists.

After finishing his study, Yan Feihu started his travels and looked for beautiful women. He would do whatever he wanted and never stop at one place for a long time. He felt little affection for his family and hometown, as well as his parents. He only cared about his own happiness.

Once, Yan Feihu took his unique medicine, which was a love potion, back home and gave Yan Xiaopeng a few packages.

Unexpectedly, at the most crucial moment of the night, Living Yama had thought of this rare powder and used it. He had even managed to escape death miraculously and seize Zhang Yunyan.

This love potion was tough to deal with. The reason why Yan Feihu and his master had refined this unique powder was to protect themselves and faint women. They used it to commit some sinful crimes.

The night was dark, and the wind was pouring tirelessly. The rain, which was a little lighter, still went pitter-patter.

Downstairs, it was dim and quiet. The oil lamps were listlessly emitting a dim light lazily.

Zhang Yunyan was about to die. At this desperate moment, she missed her dead relatives even more. Her endless pain was flowing along with her tears.

The death of her parents had made her feel pain until now. For more than a decade, her mind had been bleeding. She did not know how many times she had broken down in desperation and hoped to kill Yan Xiaopeng at once to avenge her parents.

This was her life-long vow and the mission of her family. She had to finish it.

Yunyan clearly remembered that she had still been young the year that disaster had befallen her family. She remembered her enemy clearly. She would not forget him for the rest of her life...