Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 730 - 468 Plan_1

With the New Year’s visitations and exchanges of greetings, the incidents that happened to the Feng Family in Yang City also became popular topics of conversation over cups of tea and glasses of wine.

If you don’t know what to talk about, start with the Feng Family of Yang City.

Old classmates meet, and a small gathering of close friends reminisces but can’t find a common topic, so they continue with the Feng Family of Yang City.

Those who love to watch the fun, those seeking amusement, those who release sarcastic remarks to mock others, those who gather to discuss the latest gossip...

The Feng Family in Yang City had been in a low-pressure state for a long time, making their New Year quite uncomfortable.

And with the comings and goings during the New Year period, the news of the Butterfly Project continued to spread in certain social circles.

The quick-witted had already speculated on the undercurrents of the situation by observing recent promotional activities and entertainment industry arrangements.

Those who had already received invitation cards or accompanying quotas could hardly control their desire to show off, and thus felt very proud at this time.

In a certain private club.

After a bit of laughter and fun, they also talked about what they had recently heard. However, they only made a couple of flippant remarks about the Feng Family of Yang City "falling on hard times" and didn’t take it too seriously. Those who couldn’t even participate in the Butterfly Project weren’t worth their time.

Their casual conversation focused on Feng Yi.

"I heard that Yue Gongyang and his wife from the Ancestral Factory have received the Butterfly Project invitation, and their accompanying quotas have been approved."

"So, does that mean Feng Yi will go to the actual combat demonstration?"

"That will depend on his relationship with Yue Gongyang and his wife."

Accompanying quotas were not so easily inquired about; families would not reveal them lightly to avoid unnecessary trouble. There was still some time before the Butterfly Project’s actual combat demonstration, and if a fuss arose, things could change.

"Feng Yi is such a mysterious person. It’s easy to look up his public information, and his background is clear, but he gives off a feeling of being shrouded in mist, like he’s hiding something deep."

"I’ve never heard of him being particularly close to Yue Gongyang and his wife before, and they haven’t appeared together in public recently either."

"Hey, speaking of which, I attended a private party a while ago where someone analyzed that with Yue Gongyang’s character, unless they’re part of a mutual interest community, he wouldn’t protect anyone. It doesn’t seem to be like he says, that they know each other because of elder relatives."

Yue Gongyang, when attending various business engagements or meetings, had often been asked about his relationship with Feng Yi.

Yue Gongyang simply told people that he knew an elder relative of Feng Yi’s from the past and that they had a good relationship.

It wouldn’t be hard for someone to discover that Feng Yi’s great-aunt had some connections with the Ancestral Factory; Yue Gongyang was referring to her.

Indeed, Yue Gongyang had not known Feng Yi before and had absolutely no contact with him. It was only after Feng Yi was identified as the "heir" that their communication suddenly became close.

However, others did not believe Yue Gongyang’s answer. Instead, twisted and even absurd rumors found many believers.

"Perhaps there is some secret relationship that cannot be revealed!"

"I think so too! During the Blue Diamond incident, Yue Gongyang openly declared his protection! Could that be a common relationship?"

"They probably didn’t have any relationship before."

"Definitely not before. If there were, when Feng Yi was kicked out of the family by the old Feng, Yue Gongyang would not have remained indifferent. At that time, Yue Gongyang and his wife, even if they weren’t the absolute controllers of the Ancestral Factory, were part of the senior management, people of real power; they could have solved many problems with just a word. But they didn’t help out then!"

"Tsk, everyone knows the front, Feng Yi has established a good image at the Inter-Protection Bureau, but who knows about private matters. Some people might look upright in public but play wilder than anyone privately, who knows..."

Someone let out a meaningful laugh.

"When the time comes, I’ll go to the exercise site to observe for you, and see if that kid Feng Yi is among the accompanying attendees."

A young man said. His grandfather had received an invitation, and he was lucky to be chosen as one of the accompanying attendees.

"Do you really think you need to observe for me? I’ll be there myself!" another person said, laughing and scolding.

Those able to go to the scene spoke with a trace of pride in their voices, their words firmer than usual.

Those who couldn’t go smiled a bit less broadly. These were the ones who had lost out in their own family’s quota battle, naturally unable to be cheerful.

Feng Yi had no idea about the various relationships with Yue Gongyang and his wife being gossiped about behind his back.

Due to the matter of Feng Jing being kidnapped, he had left the task team investigating illegal liberations. There were reasons for the incident, so the Inter-Protection Bureau didn’t require him to continue with the task and rather to handle his personal affairs properly.

About the kidnapping case, Feng Yi didn’t actually have that much to handle personally, but he used it as an excuse to refuse many visits and social engagements, and he didn’t go out, contemplating the next steps in his plans and arrangements at home.

Feng Yi gave Jia and the others time off to enjoy the New Year’s holiday.

He wasn’t worried about the other long-time employees; he was more concerned about Xin.

Xin, spending the New Year here, either stayed at home or went out on his own to wander around. Unwilling to talk to strangers, he did communicate with colleagues, and when at home, he could chat quite naturally with Jia for a few sentences.

Therefore, Feng Yi found a moment to ask Jia:

"How has Xin been doing lately?"

Jia: "Alright, he has his own style of doing things."

Feng Yi: "What style?"

Jia: "...Social anxiety mixed with random climbing?"

Considering Xin’s unfamiliarity with Yang City and Jia’s thorough familiarity with various locations and routes due to his job, Jia suggested that he might write up some travel itineraries and guides.

But Xin indicated that he did not need them.

He would make real-time adjustments based on the day’s weather, visitor traffic at different sites, and congestion on various routes.

When experiencing the environment and details of modern urban life outside, Xin couldn’t help but appear overly silent and odd.

Xin didn’t care how strange he seemed in the eyes of others; as long as he didn’t disturb passersby and could obtain the information and experiences he needed, that was fine, since he wasn’t planning to stay long in Yang City anyway.

When necessary, he would also engage briefly with strangers, but more often, he observed and learned.

He had a slight barrier to communication with people but was not refusing outside information.

This trip to Yang City, he bought several sets of fishing and boating tools and supplies, as well as many books, including ebooks and physical ones.

Once he finished soaking in the city vibes and had purchased everything he needed, Xin wanted to return to the island.

Feng Yi arranged his return journey and suggested Yi and other employees who wished to vacation on the island go have some fun as well.

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He needed to go out and shed his skin.

Each subsequent shedding would be increasingly noticeable; staying within the country was inconvenient; the secluded island was more discreet.

Plans in place, Feng Yi mentioned his upcoming schedule during a phone call with Geng, just in case he would be hard to reach and something came up that couldn’t be conveyed in time.

Feng Yi said, "I will be leaving for a few days in early March to go to the island. If you can’t reach me and there’s an emergency, you can contact the butler."

Yue Gengyang flipped through the calendar on his desk upon hearing this.

The New Year would pass soon, and Early March would follow shortly after.

So Yue Gengyang asked seriously, "Is it those things that are necessary for growth and development and happen periodically??"

Feng Yi: "...Yes."

Yue Gengyang: "To my knowledge, the Butterfly Project’s satellite coverage can now monitor all the oceans in real time, and they have been conducting experiments in different marine regions over the past two or three months."

Feng Yi: "So if there is a lot of commotion, it might be detected by surveillance satellites and selected as an experimental target for precise strikes?"

Yue Gengyang: "That’s a possibility."

Feng Yi fell silent.

Contemplating deeply...

Easing his frown...

Eager to try.