Chapter 129 - 129 Crying Like a 200-Pound Child

“But if you die, you’ll get to see her,” Yun Long bluntly said.

Lin Feng was taken aback. Did that mean he couldn’t even die?

“Wuwu…” Unable to even die, the sorrowful Lin Feng covered his face and wept bitterly.

At this moment, he was truly sad.

Miss Yun was so nice, so kind, yet she had passed away in the prime of her life.

Not only that, but her daughter had her identity switched by that bastard Mo Zhenggang and had suffered for so many years.

And now she had nearly been killed by him.

And he had ended up in this state due to his own stupidity, and was beaten up every day…

The more Lin Feng thought about it, the sadder he became, and he cried like a 200-pound child.

Hao Yansen and the others were stunned, never expecting him to break down like this.

Yun Long squatted beside him to comfort him, “Uncle, do you really need to cry like this? You’re a man in his forties.”

“Shan shi wine…” Lin Feng managed to reply in between sobs.

“What?” Yun Long didn’t hear him clearly.

Lin Feng wiped away his tears and answered loudly, “Thirty-nine!”

Yun Long suddenly realized, “So you’re only 39. But you sure aged in a hurry.”

“Wuwu…” Lin Feng seemed to cry even harder.

“Pfft, hahaha…” Bai Lang burst out laughing, unable to contain himself. It was not a lack of sympathy, it was just really funny.

Mo Jun and Hao Yansen couldn’t help but laugh as well.

Shang Shi had already been holding back, his face turning red.

Hearing their laughter, Lin Feng felt even more sorrowful…

Why was he so sad?

In this way, amid Lin Feng’s sobs and the laughter of Bai Lang and the others, the big misunderstanding was finally cleared up.

Since the misunderstanding had been cleared, there was no need for Hao Yansen and the others to keep Lin Feng locked up anymore.

Bai Lang also carefully treated his wounds all over his body.

Lying in bed, wrapped up like a mummy, Lin Feng could no longer open his eyes.

His eyes were already bloodshot and swollen, and after crying so much, they were now so swollen he couldn’t open them. But he was still trying hard to gaze at Mo Jun, feeling very guilty inside.

“Miss Mo Jun, I’m sorry, I almost killed you, I deserve to die!”

He didn’t know how many times he had apologized by now. Mo Jun chuckled, “It’s okay, fortunately, no one got hurt, and your injuries are not fatal.”

“Miss Mo Jun, to make up for my mistake, I will kill those from the Mo Family who hurt you! Rest assured, I won’t let anyone who hurt you get away. I’ll go and kill them tomorrow!” Lin Feng said with a murderous intent, resolutely.

Bai Lang closed the medical kit and rolled his eyes, “Uncle Lin, you better heal up first. In your condition, even Mo Xinyu could kill you.”

At the mention of Mo Xinyu, Lin Feng was filled with even more resentment.

“Don’t talk about that woman! She has been impersonating Miss Yun’s daughter all this time, and caused Miss Mo Jun to suffer for so many years. I will not let her off!”

“What is your relation to Miss Yun?” Hao Yansen, standing by the window, asked in a deep voice.

By now, Lin Feng was of course not hiding anything.

He also started to talk about his past with Miss Yun.

The story was simple. He was once an assassin who nearly got tortured to death due to a failed mission. It was Miss Yun who found him on the road, saved him, and healed his wounds.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“At that time I was covered in injuries, hadn’t had a drop of water for three days and nights, and even a dog dared to bite me. It was in the midst of that agony, waiting for death, that Miss Yun saved me…” As he recounted those memories, Lin Feng was filled with nostalgia.