Chapter 117 – The Ancient Yandere’s Doll

The Ancient Yandere’s Doll (17)

Murong Jin was in a bad mood right now because his cheap old man had summoned him again, which meant he had to leave Xing Xing’s side.

Inside the study—

“What do you want?” Murong Jin dropped into the chair in front of him and spoke impatiently.

Murong Feng was irritated just looking at him. “Look at your attitude.”

Remembering why he had called him, Murong Feng cleared his throat and asked tentatively, “I heard that a few days ago, you asked for women’s clothing?”

Murong Jin stood up after hearing his words. “You’re spying on me, you old man!” The thought that Xing Xing might be discovered sent anger surging through him.

Murong Feng felt a little guilty but quickly regained his composure. “I’m your father. This is called caring about your life! Mind your tone!”

Despite his words, his voice began to waver, and his eyes lost their earlier confidence.

Murong Jin gave him a disdainful look and stood up, already growing impatient.

“Hey! Since you’ve brought a girl home, you need to take responsibility for her, you know? Our Murong family doesn’t do that kind of thing, pulling up your pants and pretending nothing happened!” Murong Feng blocked Murong Jin’s way and scolded sternly.

Murong Feng thought of the gossip he overheard from a servant the day before. Did his own son, who had never shown interest in anyone, finally bloom?

Today, he just wanted to confirm if it was true. To his surprise, one little bluff and his son reacted strongly!

Afraid that this scoundrel son might do something to hurt an innocent girl, Murong Feng grabbed him and kept lecturing him.

“Find time to bring her to meet your parents. Don’t just keep her hidden away in your room all day. What kind of behavior is that!”

Murong Jin picked at his ear and waited for him to finish his words before saying slowly, “Don’t you have your own wife? Why are you so obsessed with seeing mine?”

Murong Feng choked with anger and pointed at Murong Jin and cursed. This brat had been ruined by his wife’s spoiling!

“You… keep your voice down! If your mother misunderstands, I’m dead!” Murong Feng nervously checked the door and windows, afraid that his wife would appear.

Murong Jin ignored his cheap father and turned around to leave. Halfway to the door, he suddenly stopped.

Under Murong Feng’s puzzled eyes, Murong Jin extended his fair palm towards him.

Murong Feng was confused and stared at his son’s palm for a long time but found nothing at all.

Murong Jin felt a chill of disgust and snatched his hand back just as his father was about to grab it.

“Old man, I’m out of money. Give me some!” Murong Jin held his hand out matter-of-factly.

Murong Feng was stunned, then utterly shocked. “I gave you a chest of gold just a few days ago. You’ve spent it all?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.

Murong Jin thought he was making a big deal out of nothing. In the past, he had nothing to spend money on. Now it was different.

Now he had Xing Xing to support. He wanted to dress her up as the most beautiful doll every day and build a home worthy of her, all of which would cost a lot of money.

“Long gone.”

Hearing Murong Jin’s light and calm words, Murong Feng felt his heart sink, wishing his ears could just stop working right now.

“Gone… a hundred taels of gold.”

Murong Jin thought his old man looked a little pitiful, but remembering his vast wealth, Murong Jin immediately withdrew his sympathy.

At the rate he was spending, it would take him ten lifetimes to exhaust the money his old man had earned.

Murong Feng finally managed to accept the fact that his son had spent a hundred taels of gold in two days. He then looked up to meet those “hurry up and hand it over” eyes.

Murong Feng was at a loss for words, his heart as good as dead.

His trembling hand pointed to the chest of gold that had just arrived under the desk. It was another hundred taels, still warm from delivery.

Murong Jin looked in that direction and indeed spotted a chest of gold. Then his brows furrowed.

“Not enough, too little.”

Those words were like a knife straight through Murong Feng’s heart. A hundred taels of gold and still not enough!

“You… what are you doing that a hundred taels of gold isn’t enough?!” Murong Feng’s beard practically stood on end with anger. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Supporting my wife,” Murong Jin said slowly.