It is the dream of many people to own a house in Donghai City, where land is at a premium, and a luxurious villa is even more coveted.
Zhang Yang was indeed even more surprised that Feng Yanran could live in such a luxurious villa area.
"Miss Feng, you're back." At this time, an elderly maid came over and said hello with a smile.
The maid is in her sixties, with gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, a particularly kind smile, and her eyes shining with joy.
"This is Aunt Chen."
Feng Yanran handed over the bag, glanced at Zhang Yang and Ouyang Ting and continued: "Aunt Chen, one of these two is my cousin Tingting, and the other is my classmate Zhang Yang."
Although Ouyang Ting and she are cousins, they usually go to school in their hometown of Yongning and rarely come to Donghai City.
Even if they came to the city, they would go to a hotel to go shopping together, so she had never been to the villa, and Aunt Chen naturally didn't know her.
Aunt Chen greeted with a smile. She didn't know if it was because few boys came here. She glanced at Zhang Yang a few more times, with a hint of weirdness in her eyes.
"Miss Feng, Mr. Sheng came to see you today." The three of them walked into the house at Aunt Chen's greeting, and Aunt Chen said on the way.
"I know, he came to look for me in school." Feng Yanran replied with a smile.
"Aunt Chen, did Mr. Sheng often come here to see Miss Feng?" Zhang Yang asked with a wicked smile.
He had felt that the two of them were already familiar with each other in school, and more importantly, since arriving at the villa, he had a vague feeling of strangeness.
There were similarities with when I first met Sheng Zhendong, which made me curious.
"I've been here several times in the past. I'm good friends with Miss Feng, and they are also classmates." Aunt Chen glanced at Feng Yanran and said calmly.
"Actually, the two of us are school friends. We met and became friends when we were studying abroad, so naturally we are familiar with each other." Feng Yanran explained the relationship between the two people generously.
"Even someone like him can study abroad. It seems that the threshold for studying abroad is lower than that of Tunghai Medical University."
Zhang Yang was a little surprised, especially when he thought of Sheng Zhendong's playboy-like expression, and said jokingly with a smile.
“To study abroad, one must have money, ability, and good academic performance.”
Ouyang Ting rolled her eyes at him and continued: "Of course my cousin went to study abroad because she was good at studies."
"Yeah, yeah, look at how promising your cousin is, and then look at some people, ugh..."
"What do you mean?" Ouyang Ting knew that he was laughing at her, and her bright eyes were about to burst into flames.
"I don't have any other intentions. I feel that I am too worthless to study abroad." Zhang Yang said with a hint of something in his words.
"With your virtue, you still want to study abroad?"
"Yes, yes, with my character, I can at most go to Donghai Medical University." Zhang Yang paused and continued: "But we are classmates, so..."
Although the words were not finished, the meaning was very clear. Ouyang Ting and he were obviously of the same virtue.
"you……"
"Okay Tingting, just ignore him and it will be fine." Feng Yanran knew that Zhang Yang deliberately made her angry, so she persuaded with a smile.
Ouyang Ting took two steps angrily, ignored Zhang Yang, and walked into the living room.
The living room is spotlessly clean, with large beige sofas and luxurious chandeliers, which are grand and elegant, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.
"You guys sit down, I'll make coffee with you." Aunt Chen asked them to sit down, then turned and walked into the next room.
"How long has Aunt Chen taken care of you? Have you always lived here?" Zhang Yang frowned and asked softly.
The room was filled with a cold and gloomy atmosphere. Of course, Ouyang Ting and Feng Yanran could not feel this.
Only his Zhumen Chunyang True Fire enveloped his whole body, forming a sharp contrast with the cold aura around him, so he felt particularly strong.
"I found it in the labor market when I moved here."
Feng Yanran showed confusion on her face and continued: "Aunt Chen's family is from a rural area. The family is very poor. Her son got a lot of debt when he got married, so he has to work as a servant at such an old age. It's very pitiful, but he is a very good person.
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She felt that Zhang Yang was suspicious of Aunt Chen, so she explained it very clearly, and also expressed her trust in Aunt Chen.
"I noticed how suspicious you are all the time. You don't think there's anything wrong with Aunt Chen, do you?"
When Ouyang Ting heard him come in, she asked about it. She felt very impatient and felt that he was deliberately pretending to be a ghost. She said in a disgusting tone.
"Yes, Aunt Chen is very good to me, there will definitely be no problem." Feng Yanran assured with a little pout, a trace of dissatisfaction on her pretty face.
If Zhang Yang guessed that she had a nightmare, she began to believe him, and his random suspicion made her very unhappy.
After all, after getting along for a period of time, although Aunt Chen is nominally a servant, the two of them are almost like mother and daughter.
She is responsible for almost all of my food, clothing, and daily life, and she takes care of her in every possible way. Naturally, she will definitely not harm herself intentionally.
"Of course I won't doubt her, but now she is no longer Aunt Chen. If you don't believe me, please pay attention to her hands later."
Zhang Yang paused and continued: "But don't make any noise, so as not to alert the enemy."
"Let's have a cup of coffee." Aunt Chen quickly walked out with a steaming cup of coffee.
The room was immediately filled with the strong aroma of coffee, but with Zhang Yang's reminder, although they didn't believe it, their eyes still subconsciously stayed on Aunt Chen's hand holding the coffee.
"Aunt Chen, you forgot, I like to drink bitter coffee without sugar." Feng Yanran picked up the coffee, touched it on the sip, and put down the cup with a smile.
She didn't notice anything strange about Aunt Chen's hands, but they just felt dry and rough. Thinking that Aunt Chen came from the countryside and worked hard all her life, rough skin was normal.
However, since Zhang Yang said that she was not Aunt Chen, seeing that he was telling the truth, he was definitely not being cryptic, so she was smart and decided to test it out.
"Look at my brain. When I get older, I get confused easily and forget about this matter."
Aunt Chen was stunned for a moment, with an apologetic look on her face. She picked up the coffee and said, "Miss Feng, please wait a moment, and I'll make you another cup."
After saying that, Aunt Chen walked back to the next door with the coffee she just had.
The smile on Feng Yanran's pretty face began to solidify, her face turned pale, and she looked at Zhang Yang with fear in her eyes.
"I don't think there's any difference. It's just that there are more pleats. My grandparents are the same way." Ouyang Ting said disdainfully.
"What's going on? I don't drink bitter coffee, so who is she?" Feng Yanran's voice was trembling, and she was obviously very scared inside.
Aunt Chen takes care of her food, clothing, and daily life. Of course, she also knows that she doesn't drink bitter coffee, which means that she has suddenly become a stranger to him.
Thinking of Zhang Yang's words, I gradually began to believe that I had lived with this person for such a long time, and she was not the Aunt Chen of the past. You can imagine the fear in my heart.
Maybe I live on campus and don’t come back often, so I don’t notice too many differences.
If Zhang Yang hadn't reminded him and deliberately tested it, I might not have noticed it yet.
"Cousin, what did you say? Could it be..."
"Shhh" Ouyang Ting made a gesture of silence and glanced at Zhang Yang, obviously waiting for his answer.
"I'll go check out your bedroom later." Zhang Yang said thoughtfully.
"Ms. Feng, the coffee is here." Aunt Chen walked out again, always with a kind smile on her face.
But this time, for Feng Yanran, upon careful observation, I found that her smile was a little mechanical and her eyes were a little dull and cold.
The hands were extremely skinny under the wide sleeves, the fingers were slender, the nails actually glowed green, and there were faint brown patches on the backs of the hands.
"Don't be busy, Aunt Chen. Take a rest and I'll take them to visit my bedroom."
Now Feng Yanran dared not drink this cup of coffee again. She suppressed the fear in her heart, took it, put it on the table, stood up and said.
"Yes, Aunt Chen, please help me clean up a room. I will stay here tonight."
"You want to live here?" Aunt Chen had a complicated surprise on her face.
"Yes what's the matter?"
"No men have ever lived here."
"I'm Yanran's boyfriend, so it's okay to stay here." Zhang Yang stood up and said with a smile.
"Oh, I'll go clean it up right away." Aunt Chen agreed numbly, turned around and left, ignoring them no more.
However, the moment she turned around, Zhang Yang could clearly see the hatred and anger in her eyes.
There were many rooms in the villa, most of which were not in use. Feng Yanran's bedroom was on the second floor. The three of them stood up and walked to the second floor.
The closer he got to the bedroom, the colder he felt. Of course, Zhang Yang had already thought of this.
From the moment he entered the villa, he had already noticed something strange. After meeting Aunt Chen, he became more convinced.
Only then did he deliberately inquire about the relationship between Feng Yanran and Sheng Zhendong.
Feng Yanran's clever probing also made her more convinced that this matter was related to Sheng Zhendong.
Because Aunt Chen is very familiar with the relationship between the two, but does not understand Feng Yanran's habits, which means that someone deliberately made the confession, then this person is obviously Sheng Zhendong.
I had just beaten him during the day, and I already felt that he didn't understand the ghost arts at all.
The so-called Yin Sect is naturally practiced by women, so there must be someone from the Yin Sect operating behind Sheng Zhendong.
But why he wanted to deal with Feng Yanran made him a little curious. Was it just to pursue her? Obviously there was no need to spend so much effort, and it could even be easy to hurt her?
The bedroom door opened, and the walls in the room were decorated in pink. It looked like the girl's boudoir, with neat bedding and neatly tidied up.
Obviously Feng Yanran is a very clean and tidy girl. The light girl's body fragrance mixed with the smell of perfume makes people's thoughts flutter.
The dressing table not far away is filled with various skin care products and perfumes, but there are very few cosmetics. This may be because she doesn't like heavy makeup.
"She's not Aunt Chen, then who is she?" Feng Yanran hurriedly locked the door and asked in horror.
"Sister, what's going on? I don't see anything strange?" Ouyang Ting was still confused.
When she came here for the first time, Aunt Chen's kind face reminded her of her grandparents. Instead of feeling scared, she felt kindly.
"I saw her fingernails were green and there were red spots on the back of her hands. She didn't look like a normal person."
Feng Yanran told what she had observed. At this time, she had completely believed in Zhang Yang and regarded him as her only support.
Otherwise, she would have been so frightened that she ran outside and never dared to come back. (To be continued)