CHAPTER 971: CHAPTER 287: THE CORPSE OF A BIZARRE DEATH

Steward Loh ran to the front of Jiang Feng, feeling a chill strike towards him, unsure if it was just his imagination.

Jiang Feng looked at Steward Loh indifferently and nodded; he had already learned everything from the memory, this person was the steward of this body.

"Master is finally awake, that’s great. Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable? Do you need a doctor to take a look?"

Steward Loh kept talking, and Jiang Feng stared at him coolly, making Steward Loh’s back shiver.

Why did he feel as though Jiang Feng’s gaze was predatory, so terrifying?

Moreover, the aura that Jiang Feng emanated was so eerie, inducing a shiver; it was something never felt before. The previous Jiang Feng, though dignified, never gave off this feeling.

Could it be because of the long coma that he became like this?

"No need."

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze, speaking coldly, his voice hoarse and harsh from not speaking for a long time.

"Master, why don’t you dine now?"

A strange feeling welled up in Steward Loh’s heart. Clearly, the person standing before him was the master, yet now he felt so unfamiliar. If not for the identical appearance, he would almost suspect it was someone else.

Jiang Feng did not speak, his demeanor icy cold.

He walked towards the sofa beside him, sat down, and closed his eyes.

A group of servants exchanged glances, instinctively not daring to speak.

Steward Loh stood in place, then directed the servants to serve Jiang Feng’s favorite tea. Whenever Jiang Feng sat on the sofa, he would invariably drink a cup of tea. Though Jiang Feng had just awakened, he still instructed them to serve a cup of Jiang Feng’s beloved tea. They purchased the Top-Grade Heavenly Fragrance Spiritual Tea, said to be good for the body, and since Jiang Feng had just woken up, drinking some would surely be beneficial.

A servant walked up holding the tea, standing in front of Jiang Feng, holding the cup up, "Master, please enjoy your tea."

Jiang Feng leaned on the sofa, remained silent, still receiving the memories of the real Jiang Feng. The next moment he opened his eyes, his gaze as chilling as demons.

The maid holding the tea saw Jiang Feng’s eyes, terrified, causing the tea to spill from her hand.

The maid cried out as the tea was overturned, fearfully waving the tea to the other side, afraid the scalding tea would spill on Jiang Feng. Her hand burned from the hot tea, making her scream.

The maid’s scream rendered Jiang Feng’s expression sinister and icy; the next moment he rose from the sofa, clamping the maid’s neck, lifting her up.

The maid’s face turned instantly blue and purple; she wanted to plead but couldn’t speak, her face filled with terror.

The other servants witnessed the scene, covered their mouths in fear, unable to believe Jiang Feng would clutch the maid’s neck.

"Master, Master."

Steward Loh’s voice of shock came, quickly running over, intending to persuade Jiang Feng.

What happened to the master? Previously, even if servants made mistakes, he never lost his temper so greatly. What happened today? He actually clutched the maid’s neck, with an expression seeming intent on her death.

Jiang Feng glanced at everyone around him, looked toward a frantic Steward Loh, then disdainfully threw aside the maid in his hand.

"Where is Madam?"

Jiang Feng looked coldly at Steward Loh, who concealed a trace of fear, unsure how to answer.

"Ma...Madam, Madam was captured while you were in a coma."

Steward Loh hesitantly spoke, Jiang Feng stared at him, "Captured?"

In his memory, this body had a wife, now actually captured?

"Yes, Madam..."

Steward Loh truly didn’t know how to speak, and ultimately narrated the incident to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng’s expression remained icy, showing no anger or any emotion.

Steward Loh raised his head to glance at Jiang Feng, then lowered it again. He feared seeing Jiang Feng’s terrifying expression, but surprisingly, Jiang Feng showed no expression, as if completely indifferent.

He thought hearing Mo Qianhui’s news would surely enrage Jiang Feng, surely want to see Mo Qianhui, but what’s happening now?

Why does Jiang Feng, after being in a coma for so long, awaken again and he cannot understand the master he has served for many years?

"Hmm, noted!"

The faint response choked the words Steward Loh intended to speak.

"Master, the young master has returned."

A servant walked in from outside, somewhat excitedly speaking to Jiang Feng.

Steward Loh was also somewhat excited; young master Jiang Qingtian had returned. Surely Master Jiang Feng would be very thrilled.