My Ex-Boyfriend Became the Back of My Car - Chapter 4

After they left, the air seemed much quieter and clearer. Feng Zheng pondered silently, thinking of Feng Cang lying upstairs. He couldn’t help but recall the pain of losing his son over a decade ago, and now his younger son was bedridden.

Who was behind this? Could the car accident really be so simple? He hadn’t wanted to consider that possibility, but the facts were right before his eyes, and he had no choice but to accept them. In a massive conglomerate like this, who would benefit if Feng Cang fell? Apart from them, he couldn’t think of anyone else with a motive.

Just then, Zhang Yuan’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Master, Young Master’s boyfriend is here to see you.” A sharp glint flashed in Feng Zheng’s eyes as he looked up and saw a frail-looking young man standing behind Zhang Yuan. He mused to himself—were the rumors true? Did Cang’er really have a boyfriend?

Tang Zhou had arrived at the Feng residence just after Feng Cang’s fiancée and her entourage had left. He had originally planned to confront them, but it seemed he’d have to wait for another opportunity. Looking at the elderly man before him—gray-haired but still imposing, the pillar of the mighty Feng Group—Tang Zhou obediently greeted him. “Grandfather Feng.”

Feng Zheng studied the meek Tang Zhou and spoke with an authoritative tone. “So, you’re Cang’er’s boyfriend? Speak. What’s your purpose in showing up now?” Tang Zhou lowered his voice and explained, “Grandfather Feng, I’ve already broken up with Mr. Feng. But when I saw so many people online slandering him, I had no choice but to come see you.”

“If possible, I’m willing to marry Mr. Feng to bring him luck in his recovery. Once he gets better, I’ll leave without delay.” Feng Zheng observed Tang Zhou’s clear, earnest gaze and found no trace of deceit. Yet, he was puzzled by the young man’s words.

“People are slandering Cang’er? What’s going on?”

“Grandfather Feng, you don’t know?” Tang Zhou seemed surprised before handing him a live-stream link. “It’s this. I couldn’t bear the thought of Mr. Feng suffering like this and still being vilified for something that wasn’t his fault.”

Feng Zheng skimmed through the content, his cane striking the floor with fury. His voice was laced with anger, but also a hint of regret. He never imagined he’d invited a wolf into his home, bringing harm to Feng Cang. “How dare they?” Seeing this, Zhang Yuan quickly patted Feng Zheng’s back and fed him a pill, glancing at the screen to understand the situation.

He, too, was furious. “To think they’d be so brazen as to scheme against the Young Master! How shameless!” When they fell silent, Tang Zhou cautiously spoke up. “Grandfather Feng, anger won’t help now. The most important thing is to clarify the truth. I believe the public will see through their lies—they won’t last long.”

Feng Zheng nodded and ordered, “Butler, arrange a press conference tomorrow. I want everyone to know the consequences of slandering my grandson.”

Zhang Yuan responded promptly, “Rest assured, Master. I’ll handle everything.” Feng Zheng acknowledged with a hum. Just as he was about to beckon Tang Zhou closer, he realized he didn’t know the young man’s name. “You are?”

Tang Zhou quickly smiled and said, “Grandfather Feng, my apologies for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Tang Zhou— ‘Tang’ as in soup, and ‘Zhou’ as in the Zhou dynasty.” Hearing this, Feng Zheng couldn’t help but crack a faint smile at Tang Zhou’s cheerful demeanor. “Tang-Tang, is it? Come here, let me take a closer look.” Tang Zhou hurried forward.

Feng Zheng held his hand and said slowly, “Grandpa knows you’re a good boy, but you’re aware of Cang’er’s current condition. If you marry into this family, you’ll only suffer.”

Tang Zhou shook his head. “I won’t suffer. Mr. Feng is a good man. Besides, we used to be together before. Though it was brief, we were once the closest. It’s just that certain circumstances drove us apart, leading to this situation.” Then, he squeezed Feng Zheng’s hand firmly. “Mr. Feng will be fine. He will wake up.” Tang Zhou thought to himself, that bastard is living the easy life now, just as he wished. I’ll spend his money recklessly to soothe my wounded little heart.

At this point, Feng Zheng only wished for Feng Cang to wake up. Nothing else mattered anymore. In the past, if he had heard that Feng Cang liked men, he would have stormed over to give him a good beating. But now, he no longer had the energy. “Good boy,” Feng Zheng patted his hand and began chatting casually. “Can you tell me about your family?”

Tang Zhou answered openly, “Grandpa Feng, I’m an orphan. I don’t know who my parents are. When the head of the orphanage found me, he was drinking soup, and I kept mumbling the word ‘Zhou.’ So, he named me Tang Zhou.”

Feng Zheng was instantly embarrassed. He hadn’t expected Tang Zhou’s background to be so tragic. What kind of heartless parents would do such a thing? Feeling a pang of sympathy, he said, “From now on, I’ll be your real grandpa. Whether Cang’er wakes up or not, you’ll stay here.”

Tang Zhou’s eyes lit up. “Really, Grandpa?” Finally, I can carry out my mission openly. With this arrangement, things will be much easier in the future. Seeing Tang Zhou’s delighted expression, Feng Zheng grew fonder of him by the minute and couldn’t help but favor him. He could tell Tang Zhou still had feelings for Feng Cang—otherwise, he wouldn’t have stepped forward and taken on this trouble.  In his view, it must have been Feng Cang, that tight-lipped fool, who messed things up and caused their breakup. “Really,” Feng Zheng affirmed. “Butler, have a room prepared for Tang Tang.”

Tang Zhou quickly interjected, “Grandpa, no need for the trouble. I can stay in the same room as Mr. Feng. I can take care of him, and I believe he’ll wake up soon under my care.” Living separately? No way. How else am I supposed to complete my mission?

Feng Zheng chuckled. “Alright, alright, stay together then. I’ll leave Cang’er in your hands.”

Tang Zhou nodded emphatically. “Don’t worry, Grandpa! Can I go see Mr. Feng now?” Feng Zheng stood up. “Let’s go together.” Then he feigned annoyance. “Why are you still calling him ‘Mr. Feng’? That’s too formal.” Tang Zhou hummed in agreement and explained, “We always called each other that. It made us feel different from others.”

Actually, I just thought it sounded cool. But Feng Cang seems to have changed how he addresses me. If I change too, I’d have to call him ‘Cang Cang.’ The mere thought made him shudder. Calling him ‘bastard’ would be smoother than ‘Cang Cang.’

Feng Zheng sighed helplessly. Even their terms of address are mismatched. No wonder his boyfriend slipped away. “As long as you’re happy with it.”

Tang Zhou helped Feng Zheng upstairs and, following his directions, arrived at Feng Cang’s room. But when he opened the door, he froze.

“Grandpa, where’s Mr. Feng?!” Before he could finish speaking, the system issued another task.

Ding! Mission issued: Retrieve Feng Cang’s body and prevent the car explosion from harming innocent bystanders. Reward: 200 energy points.

Tang Zhou swallowed back the words “Did he go out to sunbathe?” He inwardly wailed—what the hell, where had Feng Cang’s body gone? Then, the words “corpse thief” from last night’s patrol uncle flashed through his mind on repeat. Though Feng Cang wasn’t technically dead yet, he might as well have been a corpse.

Feng Zheng followed his gaze, fingers trembling as his body shook. “Butler, where is Cang’er?” Since bringing Feng Cang back and settling him in, no one had left. Yet now, the man was gone. He refused to believe Feng Cang had woken up on his own. Fury burned in Feng Zheng’s chest as he sharply ordered, “Investigate this.”

Tang Zhou quickly guided Feng Zheng downstairs, soothing him, “Grandfather, Mr. Feng will be fine.” He glanced distractedly at the mission countdown—three hours left. Though the later task had no time limit, without Feng Cang’s body, how could he complete it? He had to find Feng Cang’s body within three hours and prevent the car crash. As he pondered, Zhang Yuan had already pulled up the surveillance footage.

“Last night at 8 p.m., the young master was still here. No one attended to him this morning, meaning he disappeared between 8 p.m. last night and now.”

Tang Zhou stared intently at the footage. No suspicious figures had come or gone. Could a body just vanish into thin air? Time was slipping away. He couldn’t afford to hesitate now. Bolting outside, he called back to Feng Zheng, “Grandfather, I’ll bring Mr. Feng back!”

Seeing Tang Zhou dart off like a rabbit, Feng Zheng commanded, “Send someone after him.” Gripping his cane until it nearly splintered, he stopped Zhang Yuan. After a pause, he added, “Check if Feng Liang has been up to anything.”

Zhang Yuan stiffened before acknowledging the order. Meanwhile, Tang Zhou sprinted to the car at breakneck speed. The moment he got in, Feng Cang took control, and the vehicle shot forward like a rocket.

Tang Zhou nearly slammed into the window from the force. Steadying himself, he gripped the wheel and snapped, “Feng Cang! I know it’s urgent, but you can’t speed like this! We’re practically flying!” Feng Cang replied calmly, “I’m not speeding. Call it a skill. Check the speedometer—even if we’re stopped, there’s no proof of speeding.”

Tang Zhou glanced. True enough, the speed was legal. He dropped the issue, focusing instead on the bigger question. “Do you even know where your body is?”

“No,” Feng Cang admitted, then pivoted, “But, Zhou Zhou, you must know.” Tang Zhou clenched his fingers in frustration. “How would I know if you don’t?!” The moment Feng Cang devoured the system and bound with Tang Zhou, he knew Tang Zhou would gain a skill—just as his own was speed. But he wasn’t sure what Tang Zhou’s ability was. Gently, he pressed, “Zhou Zhou, think carefully. Did anything feel different this morning?”

“What could possibly be different?” Tang Zhou groaned. “This is hardly the time for riddles!” Unfazed by his impatience, Feng Cang softened his tone. “Zhou Zhou, think again.” He wanted to speak directly to Tang Zhou, but doing so would interrupt Tang Zhou’s awakening.

Tang Zhou gradually calmed down. Feng Cang wouldn’t ask such a question without reason. His hand unconsciously wiped the steering wheel as he murmured, “It’s different.”

In that instant, it was as if some mechanism had been triggered—the world before his eyes seemed to change. Suddenly, he said, “Head to Old Street.” Then tapped a few times on the car’s display screen. Receiving the message, Feng Cang reacted instantly without hesitation. The vehicle under his control seemed to teleport, shooting far ahead so fast that only afterimages could be seen. A passerby turned to their companion and said, “Did you see something zoom past just now?” The other person stood dumbfounded, uncertain as they replied, “I think… it was a car?” Another person slapped their thigh and exclaimed, “Holy shit, urban street racing! Call the cops!” With that, they pulled out their phone to dial the police. In no time, the wail of police sirens followed.