The Domineering King of the Netherworld and His Sweetheart

222. This is Not My Room

Translator: 飞弹

The maid said that during their stay in the Heaven World, Feng Ling had been trained by Uncle White to be up to standard a little.

Uncle White corresponded to a butler in the temple, which meant that Feng Ling had to be a butler too. With Uncle White’s strict attitude, Feng Ling’s career as a butler would not go smoothly.

Before Feng Xi saw Feng Ling, Feng Xi imagined something in his mind and then just heard a secret from the maid.

Last night, the maid “passed” by the side hall when she suddenly heard a scream, which was the originally weak voice of Feng Ling being widened hundreds of times. That scream was so astonishing that the maid was frightened and excited to go and peek at it. Of course, she definitely couldn’t see anything at all.

However, when Uncle White appeared the next day, Feng Ling, who had always been following him, did not show up. It was said that he was lying on the bed sickly and recuperating.

As for why he was recuperating, she drew the conclusion that Feng Ling had slept with Uncle White, and was “eaten” by Uncle White when they were in bed.

“Poor Little Ling!”

Feng Xi wept pitifully for him. Then he secretly ran to see Feng Ling while Uncle White was away. On the surface, he used “visiting” as an excuse, but in reality, he was going to confirm what the maid said.

Uncle White arranged Feng Ling’s room next to his. Regarding this point, Feng Xi had always suspected that Uncle White was self-serving by pretending to consider for Feng Ling’s own interests. But unfortunately, he had not found any evidence. And he dared not ask Uncle White directly, so he could only keep his doubts to himself and wait for opportunities to uncover the truth.

The servants in the temple all lived in the side hall on the left, but Uncle White’s status was different, so he lived in a separate attic.

The attic happened to be opposite the left side hall, and there were just two rooms inside the attic. The interior of the attic was plain but gorgeous, which was classically elegant with a small bridge and flowing water. After Uncle White’s arrangement, it was just like a fairyland with mountains. Water, birds, and fish could all be found. It was even more enjoyable than the place where King of the Netherworld and Feng Xi lived.

Feng Xi came to the attic and saw two identical buildings. He felt that Uncle White must have done it on purpose.

‘He deliberately made the two buildings exactly the same. What if Little Ling goes to the wrong room? Isn’t that equivalent to sending himself to the tiger’s mouth? I haven’t expected that Uncle White would do such things in order to chase after Little Ling, which are completely inconsistent with his character. How abominable it is!’

“Little Ling, I come to see you. Where are you?” Feng Xi shouted at the top of his voice.

Although he could look for Feng Ling himself, if he went to the wrong room and was found by Uncle White, he would be punished. So he simply yelled at Little Ling. As long as Little Ling replied, he would know in which building he lived.

Sure enough, Feng Ling heard his voice.

A weak voice came from the building on the right. Then Feng Xi pushed its door open and walked in. When he saw the decorations inside, he suddenly felt that Little Ling was really trained to almost be the same butler as Uncle White because even the interior ornaments were exactly the same as those in Uncle White’s room in his usual black and white style!

“Mr. Feng Xi, I’m here…” Feng Ling waved at Feng Xi when he saw him walk in.

Feng Xi trotted to his side, looked him up and down, and smiled ambiguously, “Little Ling, what is ailing you? Do you want me to help you see a doctor?”

There was instantly a slight flush on Feng Ling’s somewhat weak and pale cheeks, and he shook his head, “Thanks for your concern. I’m fine now.”

Feng Xi pulled over a chair and sat on it, and then he kept asking Feng Ling, pretending to have no knowledge of the affair, “I heard from the maid that you seemed to be screaming in pain last night, as if you were miserable. What’s wrong with you? Have you been raided?”

“Mr. Feng Xi, I’m really fine. I just had a slight mishap last night,” Feng Ling had denied it repeatedly, but the blush on his face deepened.

“By the way, Little Ling, your interior decor accords a lot with Uncle White’s bad taste. You mustn’t imitate him. Be careful that you will become a strange person without any expression in the future. That it will be very rigid for you to keep a poker face all day long,” Feng Xi suddenly said.

Feng Ling blushed even more. He hesitated for a long time before stuttering, “T-this… isn’t my… room…”

Feng Xi stared at him for a long time, “You mean that the room belongs to Uncle White?”

Feng Ling’s head was almost lowered below the bed. It was a long time before Feng Xi heard his reply, “Yes…”

The corner of Feng Xi’s mouth twitched. No wonder he felt that the decoration of Feng Ling’s room was very similar to that of Uncle White’s. It turned out that it was just the building where Uncle White lived, but… “Wait, why are you staying in Uncle White’s room? Could it be that last night you… ”

“No, no… It’s not what you think… it’s really not like that…” Feng Ling immediately denied in a panic, but he became even more stammering.

‘It’s not what I think?’

‘How do you know what I’m thinking?’

Feng Xi stared at his face for a long time before he suddenly stabbed his finger at Feng Ling’s cheek and shouted in surprise, “Hey, Little Ling, why are you so blushing? Is it because you have been in the quilt for too long so that you’re very hot? Why don’t you let me help you remove the quilt and take the air?”

“No, no… thanks…” Feng Ling hurriedly clutched the covers.

“Oh, come on. Helping others is the source of happiness. I’m glad to serve you,” Feng Xi knew that there would be a good show when Feng Ling looked nervous. So he was more active that he chuckled and pulled Feng Ling’s quilt, wanting to remove it.

Feng Ling was still very weak. Although he tried his best to pull it back, he was still no match for Feng Xi. Seeing that the quilt was about to be removed, he instantly became anxious. He didn’t want others to see his current appearance, which was such a shameful thing…

“What are you doing?”

Just as Feng Xi was about to tear off the quilt, an extremely cold voice came from the door.

Feng Xi turned his head in shock. When he saw the speaker, he was immediately stunned.

However, he turned around faster than loosening his grip. Feng Ling was also shocked when he saw Uncle White who suddenly appeared. As he was facing the door, he clearly saw Uncle White standing expressionlessly at the door. The strength in Feng Ling’s body instantly disappeared in fright and the quilt was torn off by Feng Xi’s unintentional action.

And the covers dropped to the floor…

Uncle White’s dark pupils contracted instantly and the figure standing at the door suddenly disappeared without warning.

Just as Feng Xi felt confused and was about to turn his head back, a breeze blew in his ears, and then there was a shadow over his head. It was just the quilt torn off by him. Feng Xi originally thought it was something else and suddenly fell off the chair. The quilt wrapped him up as if it had a pair of hands. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t work himself free, which made him let out a yell of horror.

“Boss, help! Boss, help me!!”

There seemed to be a sigh in the air, and then Feng Xi, who was rolled up into a ball on the ground, disappeared with the quilt.

“Mr. Feng Xi…” Feng Ling saw Feng Xi disappear and thought that something bad had happened to him. So he immediately uttered a cry anxiously.

“Leave him alone,” Uncle White replied coldly.

“But…” Feng Ling still wanted to say something, yet he immediately fell silent when Uncle White gave him a cold glare.

In the Quiet Stage Palace, a black object suddenly appeared out of the void and fell, followed by a scream. As the quilt was scattered on the ground, a red figure climbed pathetically out of it…

The four maids guarding outside the hall saw this and were fighting the urge to giggle while their cheeks turned red.

Having not seen him for just a few days, they didn’t expect their little master to become more funny .

Feng Xi once again stood up with his hands supporting his waist. He looked around and saw that he had actually returned to the Quiet Stage Palace, and a little way ahead of him was the place where his great Boss was sitting, whose eyes were full of tranquility. Now he was staring at him expressionlessly.

Feng Xi tried his best to comfort his quitely-risen goose bumps. He smiled embarrassedly to cover up the awkward way of his appearance. He knew none could bring him back except for the Boss.

As he ran obsequiously to King of the Netherworld, Feng Xi lowered his head, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Xiao Xi, which time have you done anything inadvertently?” King of the Netherworld raised his dark eyebrows and asked.

“That’s uncertain. At least I have done something on purpose one or two times,” Feng Xi looked at King of the Netherworld coyly and poked his finger with another in embarrassment.

King of the Netherworld remained silent.

The four maids outside suddenly felt very embarrassed by the conversation and their shoulders trembled even harder.

After a long time, King of the Netherworld seemed to have recovered his voice. “How did you come to Uncle White’s room this time?”

Feng Xi’s face was bright with excitement immediately and he replied, “Of course I’m going to find out the adultery.”

King of the Netherworld continued asking calmly, “Did you find it?”

Feng Xi nodded hard, but he shook his head again and sighed, “I found it, but I’m not certain about it. I didn’t see it with my own eyes. Unfortunately, I was just getting it succeed when Uncle White happened to come back at that time.”

“So you were caught in the act,” King of the Netherworld said, then added, “Uncle White is a person who likes holding grudges.”

Feng Xi was about to nod in agreement when he was suddenly stunned and then he immediately jumped behind King of the Netherworld in panic, “I’m damned! What should I do?”

King of the Netherworld put his arm around Feng Xi’s waist. Seeing Feng Xi become nervous immediately, he couldn’t help but smiled, “Now you are afraid of that, right? Why did you just burst into his room at that time, regardless of the consequences? There is an access control laid by Uncle White in the attic. He will notice it immediately when you enter the attic. Do you really think you can break into the room undetected?”

“I’m sorry ─ my bad, Boss,” Feng Xi said in tears, “Why don’t we set out now?”

“Alright,” King of the Netherworld was in a good mood, “but you have to wait a little longer. We’ll leave after I’ve dealt with my business.”

Hearing the word “alright”, Feng Xi was just about to give King of the Netherworld a warm kiss when the enthusiastic fire in his mind was ruthlessly extinguished by the next sentence of King of the Netherworld.