Yan Xiaopeng felt somewhat angry at his youngest son and hoped to vent his anger. However, he had no one to blame, which made him upset and unable to fall asleep.

He repeatedly asked the maids and the accompanying maids of his second wife, but they all said that they had not seen her have any love affairs with other men.

He did not know whether these people were telling the truth. Perhaps, they had not figured it out. She would not allow anyone to see this bad behavior.

Living Yama was not willing to be a green-headed tortoise. He had detected this issue in secret. Once he discovered the one "blessing" of the Yan family, he would severely punish him and not let go of anyone who had dared hide this matter.

However, although he inquired about this issue for a long time, he could not get a result or even a clue. He was distressed.

He asked the second wife both directly and indirectly, hoping to find this daring man. He had to punish him severely.

The second wife always blushed and denied this when she was asked this question. She felt dissatisfied with the doubts of her husband. She swore that she had not done anything bad. This child was Yan Xiaopeng's son.

Yan Xiaopeng did not believe this deception, so his doubts could not be eliminated.

He knew exactly what kind of person his second wife was. Although she was not a wh.o.r.e, she was different from normal women. She spoke in a frivolous way and behaved with debauchery.

If she met a handsome man, she would develop feelings for him. If she fell in love with him, she would do whatever she could.

The second wife was indeed not ordinary. When she had been young, she had been a beautiful woman with a nice figure who had liked to show her beauty.

She often dressed up to hang out and liked to show herself off in front of men.

She was always greedy when she met a handsome man. She might "inadvertently" touch him or make eye contact with him and smile.

If she met a daring handsome man, she would not avoid him. Instead, she would happily cater to him.

At the moment, there was no need to know whether she had any improper thoughts. Any clever person could figure this out.

The second wife was young and beautiful, and ordinary women could not compare to her. She had no constraints and was somewhat frivolous.

After she had married Yan Xiaopeng, she had not been that casual in this new environment. Although she had felt some constraints, she had not converged. She always hung out to show her beauty and hoped to contact some handsome men.

Speaking of her marriage to Yan Xiaopeng, it was akin to a flower being inserted in cow dung. She had been ruined. Although she would do whatever she wanted for wealth, she could not feel enough mentally.

The second wife was frivolous and beautiful, yet her husband was really ugly. She felt irritated whenever she looked at him. It didn't matter if it was during the day or at night. She did not want to see his ugly face.

However, he was her husband, so she had to face him. Her spiritual needs could not be reached naturally.

She harbored resentment and desire in her heart. She hoped to resolve her dismay and make herself happy. However, she could not satisfy her desire in her own home, which enhanced her distress. She had to hang out to relax.

In the outside world, she could meet handsome men and ease her desirable mind, softening her husband's ugly image in her mind.

This beautiful woman hoped to ease her resentment and get some comfort in spirit. This could be understood.

No one knew whether she thought about "improving her spirit outside" or how to make up for her losing part. Just meeting or thinking of those handsome men might not fulfill her desire. Perhaps, she would feel more upset that way.

Yan Xiaopeng, who was familiar with the second wife's temperament and behavior, was not fine with her. He remained alert all the time. Every time his second wife went out, he would order the maids to accompany her, in case she had any love affairs outside.

Although he was very alert, he did not know why she had given birth to a baby who did not look like him— his youngest son, Yan Feihu.

In fact, Living Yama knew very well that he would miss some things even if he kept an eye on her all the time.

He was suspicious, so he secretly checked. There was no one who looked similar to his youngest son. Besides, they were all slaves, so no one would dare do such a daring thing. It would basically be suicide.

Yan Xiaopeng secretly sighed. If the youngest son was not his boy, he had to be the son of a man outside the Yan Mansion. Considering that there were countless men outside the Yan Mansion, and even in this county, where should he start to investigate?

He did not know too many men and he thought that they wouldn't dare do such a thing.

However, the men he did not know could have had a love affair with the second wife. Figuring this out was as hard as finding a needle in a haystack.

Living Yama had nowhere to investigate. After a long time, he did not find any clues of the second lady's affairs. Thus, he had to give up. He could only accept this, as he had no way of eliminating his worry.

He could not figure out whether Yan Feihu was his biological son. Anyway, they were still nominal father and son.

Later, Yan Xiaopeng stopped lingering on this issue. Since he could not figure it out, he did not have to think about it endlessly. He could accept whether he was his biological son or not.

This kind of issue was hard to make sense of. What if he did not accept it? He would just be looking for trouble. This did not help.

Although his youngest son did not look like him, he had been born in the Yan Mansion and his mother was the second lady. No one could deny the fact that he was his father.

He accepted it and found it good. If the youngest son looked like him, as his two brothers did, the Yan family would be full of ugly men.

He felt much prouder for having such a handsome boy. This changed the unsatisfactory image of the Yan family. It was also a good thing.

No one knew where this good thing had come from, except for the second wife, of course.

After this, the second wife seemed to have learned her lesson.

Somehow, Yan Xiaopeng and the second wife did not have another baby. Perhaps, it was because of his incompetence, or because the second lady took some measures to prevent having a baby. Perhaps, she hoped that her husband wouldn't have a chance to question his son's paternity.

Nevertheless, everyone accepted this and no one had a chance to talk about it.

Yan Feihu was handsome and attractive indeed. Everyone would keep their eyes on him when they met him. He was tender, he had big eyes, and his facial features were impeccable.

His body was slender and strong, not too fat or too slim. He was certainly attractive.

Because he was famous for his appearance and being a member of a rich family, ladies from bureaucratic families or other rich families were eager to propose marriage to him. They all hoped to lie in the arms of this handsome man.

However, Yan Feihu would always refuse, no matter how beautiful they were or how rich their families were.

Although he would not let go of the women he wanted, he would desert them after playing with them. He never thought about the results of his actions. The women would accept these results, or his father would solve the problem.

In order to avoid being trapped by marriage and instead have fun in the world, Yan Feihu did not come back home. He wandered around, looking for beautiful women and indulging in women's affections.

He believed that he should not guard his wife his entire life. He wanted to travel around the world to enjoy beautiful scenery and meet all kinds of beauties that would please his bohemian mind.

After wors.h.i.+ping a high-level expert, Yan Feihu learned martial arts and cultivated internal strength. He was so excellent that he rarely met an equal opponent.

In addition, he also learned some mysterious skills.

He thought of the method of the Yin and Yang balance, which could enhance one's body and strength. It could also prolong life and help one stay young. In fact, this was a paradox of self-deception and an unfounded evil story.

The master and his apprentices became older and older every year and could not avoid diseases. Over-indulgement would affect their bodies' condition. Their cultivation was not enhanced. Instead, it decreased. They had already negated this method.

They used this absurd statement to cover their crimes. They were just a bunch of hateful rapists.

After finis.h.i.+ng his study, Yan Feihu started his travels and looked for beautiful women. He would do whatever he wanted and never stop at one place for a long time. He felt little affection for his family and hometown, as well as his parents. He only cared about his own happiness.

Once, Yan Feihu took his unique medicine, which was a love potion, back home and gave Yan Xiaopeng a few packages.

Unexpectedly, at the most crucial moment of the night, Living Yama had thought of this rare powder and used it. He had even managed to escape death miraculously and seize Zhang Yunyan.

This love potion was tough to deal with. The reason why Yan Feihu and his master had refined this unique powder was to protect themselves and faint women. They used it to commit some sinful crimes.

The night was dark, and the wind was pouring tirelessly. The rain, which was a little lighter, still went pitter-patter.

Downstairs, it was dim and quiet. The oil lamps were listlessly emitting a dim light lazily.

Zhang Yunyan was about to die. At this desperate moment, she missed her dead relatives even more. Her endless pain was flowing along with her tears.

The death of her parents had made her feel pain until now. For more than a decade, her mind had been bleeding. She did not know how many times she had broken down in desperation and hoped to kill Yan Xiaopeng at once to avenge her parents.

This was her life-long vow and the mission of her family. She had to finish it.

Yunyan clearly remembered that she had still been young the year that disaster had befallen her family. She remembered her enemy clearly. She would not forget him for the rest of her life...