SBCEJM -Chapter 54 It’s over! Dad’s “considerate little cotton-padded jacket” has started leaking wind!

Feng Zexuan lay sprawled on the rooftop, watching the scene below with great interest.

【This “father chasing son in a hellish regret arc” drama… absolutely cannot be missed.】

【Yes, host. Marquis Wu’s carriage is already prepared and is rushing toward the Eastern Palace. The real show is still ahead.】

【Alright, gossip patrol is complete. We should head back too.】

Feng Zexuan dusted off her hands.

【Suddenly craving the braised pork my mom makes. Let’s go home and eat!】

Her figure flickered—and in the blink of an eye, she vanished from above the Wu residence’s rooftop.

By the time she returned to Tingfeng Courtyard, dusk had already fallen.

With a thought, she released her brother from her portable space.

“Brother, weren’t you bored staying inside?”

As she spoke, she carefully straightened his slightly wrinkled robes.

Feng Zekai smiled and shook his head.

“With your ‘computer’ treasure, I can read all the world’s books. There are also ‘live broadcasts’ from the court and the Eastern Palace. And I just ate such a massive piece of gossip too—how could I be bored?”

After thinking for a moment, he added, “If not for worrying about you and our parents, I could stay in there for a whole month on my own!”

Feng Zexuan couldn’t help laughing at that answer—so her brother actually had the potential to become a shut-in.

“Brother, if you like it, next time I’ll find you some storybooks from our world. They’ll be a hundred times more exciting than those scholar-beauty romances!”

Her eyes rolled mischievously as she grinned.

Hehe. Time to let her pure-hearted brother experience the “vast and profound” world of modern web novels!

Feng Zekai looked at her expression and immediately knew she was up to something again. He responded helplessly yet indulgently, “Alright, whatever you want.”

The siblings chatted and laughed as they walked to their parents’ residence—Tingtang Courtyard.

On the stone table inside the courtyard, dishes were already laid out, steaming hot.

Li Yunluo smiled as she approached with a wine jar from a food box.

“Kai’er, Xuan’er, come try this. It’s the osmanthus rice wine your mother just brewed. I added a bit more rock sugar this time—it’s especially sweet.”

A maid stepped forward and removed the red cloth seal from the jar. A fresh, sweet aroma of wine and osmanthus instantly filled the air.

Feng Zexuan sat down impatiently, picked up a white porcelain cup, and downed it in one go. The mellow sweetness slid down her throat, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus, spreading warmth through her entire body.

She exhaled in satisfaction and gave Li Yunluo a thumbs-up.

“Mom, it’s amazing! Your cooking is unbeatable!”

Li Yunluo beamed with joy and used serving chopsticks to give her daughter a large piece of glossy braised pork.

“If you like it, eat more. Drink more too.”

On the side, Feng Huai’an took a sip of wine and cleared his throat, trying to appear serious.

“No one is allowed to fight me for it. This jar is mine! I only drink Yunluo’s wine!”

Li Yunluo shot him a reproachful glance.

“You’re already old, yet still act like a child.”

Feng Zexuan and Feng Zekai exchanged a glance and silently continued eating.

Dad… can you be any more cheesy?

The family enjoyed a warm, harmonious meal. Just as Feng Zexuan picked up a piece of tender braised pork and was about to devour it—

The system’s voice suddenly popped up again.

【Ding! Host, new gossip from Marquis Wu’s residence—fresh and hot!】

Feng Zexuan instantly perked up.

【Quick, spill it! Don’t delay my meat!】

【Marquis Wu’s carriage rushed into the Eastern Palace. As soon as he entered, he grabbed Wu Zhiqian’s leg and cried his eyes out—snot and tears all over his face. He confessed everything he had done and even brought out Madam Qin’s farewell letter, telling the whole truth.】

【And Wu Zhiqian? Did he forgive him and go back?】

Feng Zexuan asked curiously.

【No!】 the system said, sounding quite satisfied.

【Wu Zhiqian actually stood his ground this time! He shoved his father off his leg and shouted:

“You hit me with a stick when you thought I was a bastard, and now you want me back just because you said a few nice words? No way! My mother entrusted me to the Crown Prince. I’m staying in the Eastern Palace from now on—I’ll serve as the Crown Prince’s personal guard!”】

【Hahaha, well done!】

Feng Zexuan applauded inwardly.

【At least his 1.98-meter frame wasn’t wasted—he’s got some backbone!】

【Marquis Wu had no choice and talked until his mouth went dry, but Wu Zhiqian refused to go back. In the end, the Crown Prince had to step in and mediate, letting him stay in the Eastern Palace for now until he calms down.】

【Marquis Wu left一, like a resentful husband.】

【And what about the fake son, Wu Zhifeng?】

【Him? He tried to return to the marquis residence at night, but the gatekeeper stopped him cold: “The master said there is no Young Master Wu Zhifeng in this household.”】

【He threw a tantrum outside, screaming until his voice went hoarse—but no one paid him any attention.】

【In the end, he could only slink away in disgrace. He’s probably now sitting under some bridge questioning his life.】

After hearing this dramatic saga, Feng Zexuan chewed on her chicken leg while reflecting:

【Sigh. If you ask me, Marquis Wu is quite a strange man. He perfectly embodies “loving someone so much you want them alive, hating someone so much you want them dead.”】

【When he thought Wu Zhiqian was a bastard, he beat him to death. Now that he knows he’s his biological son, he cries and begs for forgiveness.】

【This fatherly love is way too unstable.】

【If he had been this decisive in his youth, and kicked out that concubine Liu the moment she climbed into his bed, none of this mess would’ve happened.】

【He only starts regretting after his wife dies and his son refuses to acknowledge him. Tsk tsk. Truly hard to describe.】

Feng Huai’an, sitting upright, paused mid-bite.

His daughter’s sharp commentary sent a chill down his spine.

He glanced at his gentle, graceful wife beside him and silently felt relieved that he had always stayed clean and proper.

Just then, Feng Zexuan caught her father’s meaningful look toward her mother.

A sudden thought flashed through her mind.

【Wait… Marquis Wu looked like such an honest man, yet he was tricked by women in his youth. My dad…?】

【System, new mission! Dig up my father’s gossip! See if he has any dark history!】

Li Yunluo froze mid-chopstick motion, her gentle smile slowly fading.

Feng Zekai nearly choked on his rice, eyes widening in shock.

Sis… you’re actually going after Dad’s gossip?!

Are you trying to die?!

Feng Huai’an felt his scalp go numb. The wine cup in his hand almost slipped.

His little cotton-padded jacket… was suddenly leaking wind?!

The system lazily yawned.

【Investigate your father? Host, are you sure? Your father is such a rigid and upright old-fashioned man, what could he possi—】

It suddenly cut off mid-sentence, like a chicken whose throat had been grabbed.

Two seconds of silence passed.

Then the system screamed at the top of its lungs:

【HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOST! I FOUND IT! I FOUND A HUGE GOSSIP!!】

That shout exploded in the minds of Feng Huai’an, Li Yunluo, and Feng Zekai.

The atmosphere at the dinner table froze instantly.

Three gazes—no, six razor-sharp eyes—locked onto Feng Huai’an.

One from his wife, cold enough to freeze the air.

One from his son, full of shock and confusion.

And the last one from…

His “obedient daughter.”

Feng Huai’an sat rigid, feeling like he was sitting on needles.

What did I even do?!

Feng Zexuan tightened her chopsticks. The braised pork snapped in half with a crisp 啪, falling back onto the plate.

Her expression turned ice-cold in an instant, killing intent spreading through the air.

【Spit it out! What did my father do to deserve punishment from heaven?! Don’t tell me he kept a secret mistress?!】