The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story - Chapter 556

Chapter 556: Consecutive (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Fang Mingfeng didn’t notice Li Zhaodi at all. Jiang He walked to his ear and whispered a few words before jumping onto the shaft of the carriage.

The coachman drove the carriage east, while Fang Mingfeng looked west.

There were 30% more people gathered in front of the noticeboard at the city gate than before. Everyone’s attention was on the announcement issued by the Emperor as they discussed it.

“Restore his honor?” Fang Mingfeng’s lips curled into a mocking smile, as if he had heard a joke. His voice was indifferent. “You’re joking!”

Fang Mingfeng’s eyes were as dark as an abyss. He thought disdainfully: Gu Yanfei is the daughter of a sinner.

She only has a superficial appearance, but she’s vicious, vulgar, arrogant, and ruthless.

Unlike Rong Rong, who’s kind-hearted and open-minded. She remains humble even in a position of power, and she doesn’t lose her composure in times of hardship. She always maintains her grace and poise, unfazed by honor or disgrace.

Someone like Gu Yanfei will never be able to compare to Rong Rong!

When he thought of Gu Yunrong, Fang Mingfeng’s heart burned with heartache. It was the kind of heartache due to the pain of longing for something but not being able to obtain it.

He couldn’t help but look in the direction of the medicine stall again.

Coincidentally, Gu Yunrong suddenly looked in Fang Mingfeng’s direction. She was clearly stunned for a moment. The two of them looked at each other quietly.

At this moment, the surrounding noise seemed to have left Fang Mingfeng, and he couldn’t hear anything.

Fang Mingfeng stared at Gu Yunrong without blinking. He was so focused, so passionate, and so affectionate. It was as if two balls of flame were burning in his eyes.

Fang Mingfeng subconsciously took a step forward and wanted to get closer to Gu Yunrong. Suddenly, Gu Yanfei’s words to him on the night of the Lantern Festival rang in his mind uncontrollably. “The closer you get to her, the more unlucky you will be…”

Thud! Thud!

Fang Mingfeng’s heart skipped a beat.

Bang! Pa!

There was the sound of something being smashed from the private seat on the second floor of the restaurant, as well as the shouts and collisions of the two of them arguing.

However, Fang Mingfeng only cared about looking at Gu Yunrong and turned a deaf ear. He didn’t notice that a wine pot had been thrown out of the window on the second floor…

“Ah!”

Fang Mingfeng didn’t see it, but the other pedestrians on the street did. They pointed at the falling wine pot and exclaimed.

All of this happened too quickly. Before anyone could remind Fang Mingfeng, they watched helplessly as the porcelain wine pot hit his head and shattered.

With a bang, countless fragments fell to the ground.

Fang Mingfeng grunted in pain. His facial features were slightly distorted, and an inch-long wound was cut on his forehead by the fragment of the wine pot.

Dark red blood flowed down his distinct edges and corners. Even his hair was stained with some residual alcohol and was slightly moist.

The noble young master, who was dressed glamorously and in high spirits a moment ago, instantly became down and out.

“Who is it?” Fang Mingfeng raised his hand to cover the wound on his forehead. He widened his scarlet eyes and looked up at the private seat on the second floor. Blood seeped out between his fingers…

“Young… Young Master! Your head is bleeding!” The personal servant looked at Fang Mingfeng nervously with a complicated expression. He was worried and uneasy.

Others might not know, but he had served the Young Master closely. He knew best. Ever since the Young Master fell off his horse during the Lantern Festival, he has been very unlucky in the past month. One moment, he stepped on dog poop, the next, bird poop fell on his robe, and the next, the stairs under his feet suddenly decayed and broke…

There were countless such unlucky things. He had also suggested that the Young Master go to Wuliang Temple to get rid of his bad luck, but the Young Master said that he didn’t believe in these things.

The servant grabbed the waiter of the restaurant and questioned angrily, “Your restaurant’s people injured our Young Master. We won’t let this matter rest!”

“Someone upstairs is drunk…” The waiter quickly explained.

As she spoke, a concerned and flustered female voice came from not far away. “Mingfeng, are you alright?”

When Gu Yunrong saw that Fang Mingfeng was injured, she couldn’t suppress the worry in her heart and quickly ran over.

Fang Mingfeng didn’t care about the blood flowing from the wound on his forehead at all. He only cared about looking at Gu Yunrong, who was running towards him, and his heart burned.

This was the first time he had seen her since the Lantern Festival.

To him, this period of time was so long. It seemed like he hadn’t seen her for a long time.

“Splash!”

Another jar of wine was splashed on the elegant seat on the second floor, accompanied by the angry roar of the man upstairs. “I can splash it if i want!”

A large pool of wine splashed onto Fang Mingfeng’s head and drenched him..