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Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 435 - 303: Zhen Zhen Arrives_1
Chapter 435: Chapter 303: Zhen Zhen Arrives_1
This little girl was also a member of the Feng Family; she must be the "very cute little sister" from that collateral branch that Feng Chi mentioned.
The little girl wore a zodiac amulet around her neck, and although it wasn’t visible, Feng Yi had a sharp perception for amulets with patina.
The one she wore must have been a gift from her great-grandmother, highly similar to the one Feng Yi wore himself, crafted by the same person.
When he first saw her, Feng Yi had intended to give her one of those zodiac amulets, but sensing she already had one, he put the copper coin he was holding back into his pocket.
Feng Yi squatted down, his gaze nearly level with hers, and kindly asked, "Are you wearing a zodiac amulet?"
"Yes," the little girl replied, somewhat shyly lowering her eyes.
"I have one too."
Feng Yi curled his finger around the cord on his neck and showed her the zodiac amulet he wore, but he did not take it off.
From this angle, it wasn’t easy to tell how much thicker it might be.
The little girl looked up curiously, comparing Feng Yi’s amulet to her own and finding the patterns slightly different, yet strangely, they felt very similar.
She took out her own zodiac amulet and softly said, "Mine was my father’s. I used to have my own, but it got lost."
Feng Yi understood.
No wonder the amulet didn’t feel like it had only been worn for a few years; it truly had been worn by someone else before, and the patina contained fewer of those energy substances that could interact with the Feng Family genes.
A gust of wind blew, pushing the little girl’s bangs aside and revealing a small scar that had been hidden underneath.
Feng Yi’s gaze naturally swept over it without showing any sign of surprise, and he looked at the little girl, "Your zodiac amulet got lost?"
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a copper coin, and smiled, "Then I’ll give you one that belongs to you."
The little girl looked at Feng Yi, then at the beautifully patterned copper coin he was handing her.
She knew that it was customary for the Feng Family to give children zodiac amulets, a kind blessing her father had once told her about.
Blushing, she accepted it, "Thank you, brother. My name is Feng Ya. Ya, as in ’graceful and refined.’"
A little distance away, Feng Chi, who had been eavesdropping, thought, "...What Ya?"
Feng Yi didn’t pay any attention to Feng Chi, smiling and replying, "My name is Feng Yi, the Yi from ’Yi the Archer.’"
Feng Yi helped her tie the brown-woven lantern onto the pole properly, stood up, and said to her, "Go play, but don’t wander too far off."
Today, the collateral relatives attending the ancestral ritual were many and of various statuses; all kinds of people were present. Although security personnel were nearby, if she wandered too far, they wouldn’t be able to look after her quickly if something happened. Hence, he gave an extra word of caution.
However, Feng Yi glanced around.
It seemed his worries were unnecessary.
During the brief time they’d stopped here, people had passed by—not security personnel from Yang City’s side of the Feng Family, but likely the little girl’s own bodyguards.
Feng Chi gestured for him to hurry up, so without standing around any longer, Feng Yi waved goodbye to the little girl and left with Feng Chi.
Once Feng Yi was far away, the little girl’s shy smile retracted.
She handed the brown-woven lantern to her bodyguard and quickly walked towards a building near the ancestral hall.
Several bodyguards were stationed outside this building.
Inside, a middle-aged man was on the phone with a cigar in his other hand.
Seeing the little girl come in quickly, he interrupted his harsh words, quickly tossed aside the cigar for his men to deal with, and adjusted the room’s air purifier to clear out the smoke quickly.
After finishing the call, the middle-aged man, whose features were initially stern, softened considerably and said, "Sit inside for a while; don’t go out. It’s too sunny outside."
"Okay," the little girl complied, picking up a tablet to search social media and the internet for news about Feng Yi.
The middle-aged man glanced over and then looked at one of the bodyguards that had just come in.
The bodyguard immediately approached and quietly reported what had happened outside.
"Feng Yi?"
A look of surprise crossed the middle-aged man’s face, who then turned to the little girl, "I remember you looked him up online before you came here."
Feng Yi was somewhat famous online, and anyone following the affairs of Yang City’s Feng Family would surely know of him.
However, the middle-aged man hadn’t paid much attention before, only recalling that Feng Yi was a certified snake catcher according to the Association of Security Firms and that he was fairly good-looking. Aside from that, he had no other distinct impression.
But according to his subordinate’s description, his daughter’s reaction wasn’t quite right.
"Didn’t you see his photo online before? You didn’t seem to like him that much then," the middle-aged man questioned.
"He looks better in person than in pictures," said the little girl.
"...Alright," the middle-aged man acknowledged and then asked, "He gave you a copper coin? What kind of copper coin? Show your dad."
The little girl took the copper coin from her pocket and handed it to him, "Its pattern is really pretty! It has an artistic feel!"
"Oh, it does look very nice indeed!" the middle-aged man agreed.
Internally, however, he was unconvinced.
Nice looking? It didn’t seem like much, just flamboyant.
Moreover, the copper coin was clearly newly minted and lacked any sense of history.
But he wouldn’t say this outright.
Observing his daughter playing with the tablet, the middle-aged man’s gaze softened once more.
Due to previous business disputes, his little daughter had almost perished. The scar on her forehead was from that time, and she had lost her own zodiac amulet during that crisis.
Once everything had settled down, finding the coin buried under the rubble became exceedingly difficult.






