841: Chapter 830: The Comedy of Errors 841: Chapter 830: The Comedy of Errors Inside the room, Ning Fan’s expression was somewhat peculiar.
He never imagined that things would end up in such a ridiculous misunderstanding.
Teng Huayang was beside himself with panic since he hadn’t received the antidote from Ning Fan in time.
He truly believed time was running out, and that his sister, Teng Feiyue, wouldn’t make it.
He was probably losing his mind over it by now.
As for Ning Fan, he wore an exasperated, speechless expression.
It wasn’t weekly—it was monthly.
Who was the one who spread the rumor about it being weekly?
He really wanted to find that person and twist their head off.
But Ouyang Feifei’s response left Ning Fan completely baffled—it was him?
“Impossible?!” Ning Fan flat-out denied.
“I never said anything like that!”
He rejected this outright.
There was no way he had ever said such a thing; clearly, someone was framing him.
“Whatever.
I don’t care whether you said it or not.
Since it’s once a week—uh, no, once a month—why doesn’t Teng Huayang know?”
Ning Fan had already settled on the person responsible for delivering the antidote: Teng Huayang.
From now on, Teng Huayang would have the chance to return every month.
The exact duration didn’t matter to Ning Fan, as long as Teng Huayang came back.
If he wanted to stay and play for a few extra days, that was fine too—as long as he didn’t worry unnecessarily about Teng Feiyue’s safety.
The problem was, even now, Teng Huayang still thought the antidote had to be taken weekly, or else Teng Feiyue would die from the poison.
“Ugh…”
Ning Fan furrowed his brows.
Teng Huayang genuinely seemed unaware of this fact, but how could that be?
Teng Huayang *should* know…
Thinking it over, Ning Fan slowly began to recall, and his expression gradually turned subtly awkward.
It seemed he really *hadn’t* explained it clearly to Teng Huayang.
He’d only told him to hurry back and even warned him that if he wanted Teng Feiyue to die, he should linger longer at the Yunteng Family estate.
So, Teng Huayang had been under the impression all along that Teng Feiyue’s antidote needed to be taken weekly—a misunderstanding that didn’t seem so unreasonable after all.
On reflection, it appeared that Ning Fan’s unclear explanation was to blame for this whole mess.
“Forget it.
Just clear it up with him.
From now on, it’s once a month.
His sister won’t die—that’s it.
I’m going to sleep!”
Ning Fan didn’t want to admit that his unclear explanation had caused this mix-up.
He felt wronged—he hadn’t even done anything, yet Teng Huayang panicked, ran to Ouyang Feifei in a frenzy, then brought the chaos to him.
On top of that, Ouyang Feifei treated him like a criminal.
Ning Fan was thoroughly frustrated!
Still, the bright side was that the misunderstanding could be resolved.
He believed that once Ouyang Feifei explained everything to Teng Huayang, the latter would surely calm down soon enough.
After hanging up Ouyang Feifei’s call, Ning Fan lay back on the bed, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
“What a mess!”
He thought something serious had happened, but it turned out to be just a misunderstanding.
It wouldn’t be fair to say Ning Fan was completely blameless—after all, he *hadn’t* explained things clearly, which was partly his responsibility.
If Teng Huayang had known upfront that the antidote was a monthly dose, this whole situation wouldn’t have occurred.
Still, Ning Fan had gained an unintentional insight into just how much Teng Huayang cared for his sister.
If things had unfolded as Ouyang Feifei described, and something truly dire had happened to Teng Feiyue, Teng Huayang would likely have smashed his head against a wall in despair.
Ning Fan begrudgingly admitted as much.
Having a family like that was truly enviable.
The thought brought a peculiar glint to Ning Fan’s eyes.
The word “family” was both unfamiliar and deeply longed-for to him.
Although he had Xu Ruolan and the others by his side now, Ning Fan still yearned, deep down, to one day regain his lost memories and find his real family.
The five Nine Souls Jade pieces had not come easily, yet they had only helped him recall a single fragment of his past.
It was as if those who knew his identity no longer existed in this world.
The only person he’d encountered before was Old Huo.
While Old Huo recognized him, even he knew nothing about Ning Fan’s true identity.
The road ahead would be long… and challenging.
Ning Fan couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness.
The whole ordeal brought his thoughts back to Teng Yunge Shang’s situation.
The Umbrella organization now felt like a nail driven firmly into Ning Fan’s heart—impossible to remove cleanly without causing pain or damage.
“Teng Yunge Shang, those two Nine Souls Jade pieces—you’d better not lie to me.
Otherwise, I swear I’ll risk everything to take you down!”
Ning Fan murmured coldly to himself.
He knew Teng Yunge Shang was powerful, but that didn’t mean he feared him.
The Nine Souls Jade was one of Ning Fan’s untouchable bottom lines.
If Teng Yunge Shang dared to play games with him over it, Ning Fan was fully prepared to risk his life to fight back.
Even if Teng Yunge Shang didn’t have it, Ning Fan would make him find a way to produce it.
“…No more thinking.
Time to sleep.”
As a wave of fatigue washed over him, Ning Fan truly felt exhausted.
He closed his eyes, and within moments, he fell into a deep sleep.
…
At Zhonghai International Airport, a flight from Cuba had just landed.
A young silver-haired man, dressed formally in a suit and tie with a white necktie, stepped out of the airport, carrying an elegant briefcase.
With his tall figure, striking silver hair, and handsome features, the silver-haired foreigner drew gazes from everyone around.
Both men and women passing by couldn’t help but steal a glance at this blue-eyed, silver-haired stranger.
“Please take me here…”
His fluent Mandarin left the taxi driver wide-eyed in shock.
The driver even complimented the man’s excellent Chinese.
With a faint, polite smile on his face, the silver-haired man maintained his composure.
Even as the driver peppered him with curious questions, he showed no impatience, radiating an air of quiet elegance throughout.
After arriving at the hotel and bidding farewell to the enthusiastic driver, the silver-haired man looked up at the grand building in front of him.
“Fei Peilie, we’ll be meeting again soon!”
A grin stretched across the silver-haired man’s face as he gazed at a particular room on one of the upper floors, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
This luxurious hotel wasn’t just where he would be staying temporarily—it was also where Teng Yunge Shang and Fei Peilie were located.
Meeting them was one of his motivations for being here.
Carrying his briefcase, the silver-haired man retrieved a room key from the front desk and rode the elevator with the crowd.
Yet no one seemed to notice when he’d exited, or even that he had been present to begin with.
While he’d attracted significant attention at the airport, his presence within the hotel felt remarkably muted.
Though his striking appearance should have made him impossible to overlook, no one paid him any heed.
The next time the silver-haired man appeared, it was outside Teng Yunge Shang and Fei Peilie’s room.
[Author’s Note: This is a three-million-word masterpiece coauthored by Qingfeng Zui: *My CEO Wife*.
Highly recommended!
If you feel I’m slow at updating, you can check it out.
It’s an enthralling work by a talented friend of mine.]