Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 42 1 It must be a stepmother

Lin Feng was even more puzzled and couldn't figure it out. Where did this singing come from? If he had to say, he heard the howls of beasts and the calls of birds in the forest.

A familiar yet distant song, spanning twenty years, gently entered my ears.

With a gentle, soothing tone, she sang in a storytelling manner about the flowers of spring, the wind of summer, the moon of autumn, and the snow of winter. She sang about the tender buds on the branches, the croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas, the lotus pods in the lotus pond, the golden waves of rice paddies, the smoke from cooking fires, the flowing water, the small bridges and houses, and the children chasing and playing.

Every scene is so immersive and captivating.

The singing was incredibly soothing, as warm as a baby falling asleep peacefully in its mother's arms.

Fu Siyue's headache was soothed, and the sharp, stabbing pain gradually subsided until it completely disappeared.

The bloodshot in his eyes faded completely, and when he recovered and was fully awake, the singing stopped.

Fu Siyue felt a chill run through his heart, and his expression became anxious, his eyes filled with panic and helplessness. In just a few seconds, he went from walking to striding to running, as if he were going to see someone very important and desperately trying to grab them.

But this isn't the direction of the quiet room. Wasn't Fu Siyue going to see Song Jinwei?

Watching helplessly as Fu Siyue suddenly turned and headed in another direction, Lin Feng and Uncle Wang looked at each other in bewilderment. Everyone present was confused. Seeing that Fu Siyue was about to run far away, they hurriedly chased after him.

Finally, Fu Siyue stopped in his tracks, his eyes searching frantically. Stepmother, it must be stepmother, it must be stepmother.

He had only ever heard his stepmother sing such a song and with such a unique melody; there was no mistake.

"What are you looking for, Master? I'll help you find it." Lin Feng was very nervous seeing Fu Siyue's bewitched and disoriented appearance. To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen his master like this. Even when Fu Siyue knew that Song Jinwei had run away to see Fu Qinian again, he had never lost control like this.

"The singing is coming from here," Fu Siyue said with tears in her eyes, her conviction unwavering.

Lin Feng finally realized that Fu Siyue wanted to find someone to sing, but all he could see were vast gardens filled with the fragrance of roses. Where was anyone?

It was late at night, and even though the manor villa area was as bright as day, a chill still crept up Lin Feng's spine. He couldn't help but swallow, wondering if he might see a woman in red bleeding from all seven orifices among the red roses in a daze.

"Sir, are you sure you heard me right?"

Uncle Wang seemed to sense something and raised his head. The villa area next to the garden was where the master bedroom was located, which was where Wei Xifeng and Jiang Liwu were at this moment.

Fu Siyue reluctantly stepped into the garden, among the rose bushes, but soon he was drenched by the watering can. The icy water soaked most of his clothes. Fu Siyue wiped his face, propped his forehead up, and brushed his wet hair back. He stood there stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

Yes, there was no singing at all; it was just auditory hallucination caused by his severe headache.

His stepmother died twenty years ago. People can't come back to life, so how could he possibly find her or see her again?

Fu Siyue lowered his eyelashes, shadows enveloping his eyebrows and face, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment and pain, and his clenched fists suddenly loosened.

He was soaked to the bone, water droplets dripping from the tips of his dark hair. His suit clung to his body, accentuating his tall, strong physique and muscular curves.

Lin Feng hurriedly brought his grandfather out.

Uncle Wang said, "I'll take Master Fu to change his clothes." Fu Siyue and Wei Xifeng are about the same height and build, so it's easy to prepare clothes that fit them.

Fu Siyue didn't say anything, his face was extremely silent and distant.

As Jiang Liwu's gentle singing faded, Wei Xifeng slowly opened his eyes and called out in a hoarse, low voice, "Teacher."

Seeing that he had woken up, Jiang Liwu's face lit up with joy, "Xiao Feng."

"I feel so hungry, I want to eat the fried rice with eggs that the teacher makes." Wei Xifeng's eyes were full of nostalgia, and because he was sick, his voice had a bit of a coquettish tone.

Jiang Liwu found it hard to refuse, "But eating fried rice with eggs so late at night can cause internal heat, and you've only just recovered from your fever."

Wei Xifeng looked at him expectantly, "I'm completely healed."

Jiang Liwu said helplessly, "Okay."

Not long after Jiang Liwu left the room, Uncle Wang knocked on the door and came in. "Master, Master Fu is here and is in the quiet room now."

Wei Xifeng's brows furrowed instantly, his expression turning ashen. The thought of Song Jinwei's humiliation and trampling on him during his illness when he forgot who he was made him exude an even more dangerous aura.

Wei Xifeng quickly got up, dressed, and went to the quiet room.

When they arrived, they saw Fu Siyue sitting on the sofa with an inscrutable expression, while Song Jinwei and Qiao Yiran were acting out a sisterly bond through a heavy iron gate.

Wei Xifeng's appearance immediately attracted their attention.

"Let me out!" Song Jinwei shouted immediately.

Qiao Yiran immediately ran over to plead, "Wei Xifeng, please release Weiwei quickly. After all, she is my best friend. Even if she offended you in some way, it was only because she is outspoken and she did not mean to."

Sensing the aura emanating from Wei Xifeng, Qiao Yiran realized that Wei Xifeng had returned to normal the moment she met his eyes. She was secretly delighted, as she held a special place in Wei Xifeng's heart, who still possessed his memories.

However, Wei Xifeng coldly walked past her, as if he hadn't seen her at all, ignoring her presence.

Qiao Yiran opened her eyes wide, stood there stunned, and her face turned slightly pale belatedly.

Wei Xifeng sat down opposite Fu Siyue with his legs crossed. "An unintentional mistake." He pronounced the four words slowly and heavily, then gave a cold laugh.

Fu Siyue had already learned the facts, so he said, "Song Jinwei was at fault first, and I will make sure you receive all the compensation you are entitled to."

Wei Xifeng lazily lifted his eyelids, his eyes still filled with mockery, "That would be best."

Fu Siyue knew he was still upset, but he still said, "Let's release them first."

Wei Xifeng knew that it was inevitable that Fu Siyue would take Song Jinwei away today, so he didn't make a fuss and raised his hand to signal that she should be released.

Upon receiving the order, the bodyguard opened the iron gate. Song Jinwei couldn't wait to escape the blood-stained, gloomy, dark room filled with countless torture instruments. Staying there for even a second longer was an extreme form of mental torture.

Song Jinwei stumbled and fell awkwardly on the ground. Lin Feng helped her up, and she immediately went to Fu Siyue's side, wanting him to stand up for her, when she heard Fu Siyue say in a deep voice, "Apologize."

Song Jinwei's heart sank to the bottom. She was filled with grievance and resentment. She thought Fu Siyue was there to support her. That's how it always was. That's why she was able to act domineeringly and arrogantly, and why everyone fawned over her.