The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

While Xu Yiyu led his companions into Domiti Mountain, several people who had previously interacted with Xu Yiyu in Milan were in a completely different situation from Xu Yiyu.

Felice, who has been under house arrest in the confinement room of the old family house for two days, now seems to be leisurely fiddling with the heavy books on the bookshelf in the room that have not been flipped through for a long time. His expression can almost be described as relaxed and happy.

The windows of the confinement cell were always locked. Felice liked the sense of security that darkness brought him, so he did not try to open the window to escape. At most, he would occasionally open the curtains to see the weather outside, and then pull up the heavy curtains again, immersing himself in the deep darkness.

In the past two days, except for the servant who delivered meals to Felice, no one had entered this room, and there was no one named Felice.

Felice, who was used to living a free and easy life, was a little uncomfortable at first, but when he found that no one paid attention to him even if he resisted, he calmed down and stopped struggling in vain.

After all, he is not the type of person who likes to interact with other people. Apart from himself, his parents and Xiao Niao, no one in this world can be considered important to him.

Thinking of Xiao Niao, Felice, who had just turned on the light in the room and was about to read a book, suddenly felt an inexplicable anxiety in his heart, and his whole body was instantly enveloped by a violent aura.

He pushed the book he had just taken from the bookshelf aside in annoyance. This book, which was extremely expensive in the outside world, was pushed to the edge of the table and then fell heavily to the ground.

Felice ignored the book that he had discarded like a piece of trash. He quickly stood up and walked to the window, pulling open the thick dark curtains that blocked out all the light from outside the room.

Although he was in solitary confinement, he had enough food and drink. Apart from his restricted freedom, his life was actually no different from when he was at home.

——Except that he cannot take revenge on that hateful Chinese woman personally.

As a son raised in the palm of the hand of Elder Guido, he knows his parents very well.

During the time he was under house arrest, in addition to his father who was restricted by the Presbyterian Church, he believed that his mother Viola would not sit quietly and wait for death.

As for Huang Niao...

Once he gets out of this damn room, he will have plenty of time to find Xiao Niao no matter where she is.

Then, he locked her tightly by his side, preventing her from going anywhere.

After experiencing Xu Yiyu's methods several times, Felice was not stupid and knew that confronting her head-on was not the best option. Even if he wanted to cut this Chinese woman into pieces with his own hands, he would still think about what method would be the safest.

According to the group of old guys in the family elders' council, until that hateful Chinese woman returns from her destination, he will be locked in this confinement room that is almost completely isolated from the outside world. After she comes back, the right to deal with him will be given to her.

Felice's neat and graceful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and the thoughts in his mind were like a tangled ball of threads that he couldn't make sense of for a long time.

After raising his hand to rub his temple, Felice felt like his brain was about to explode with pain, and he couldn't think of any relatively perfect response plan.

The expensive books still lay quietly on the carpeted floor, as if silently mocking his incompetence.

Felice glanced at the book and felt that the smoldering fire in his chest became stronger, almost burning him to ashes.

Just before he was about to be driven crazy by the countless voices in his head, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and then the door of the confinement room was opened from the outside.

Felice looked up, a gleam in his eyes.

But when he saw that the two servants who brought him three meals a day entered the room, the light dimmed rapidly.

He didn't say anything, and neither did the servant. After seeing the book lying on the carpet, they just picked up the book from the ground as usual, smoothed out the wrinkles on the pages, and put the book back to its original place on the bookshelf.

Another servant silently placed the breakfast, which was much simpler than usual, on the table in front of Felice, as if he had done this thousands of times.

Felice watched the two servants' actions silently, without revealing any emotion in his eyes or showing any obvious expression on his face.

After the two servants finished their work, they silently saluted the expressionless Master Felice and walked out of the room pushing the empty dining cart.

Until the servant in charge of delivering the meal walked out of the room, Felice did not make a sound. He just sat numbly on the sofa, watching them come and leave quietly.

After the door of the confinement room was closed again, Felice's numb expression finally relaxed a little.

After glancing at the pitifully monotonous meal on the table, he suddenly grabbed the spoon he was using to drink soup from and threw it hard in the direction of the confinement room door.

The silver spoon hit the door with a dull sound, then rolled to the ground, lying silently on the thick carpet, reflecting a faint and inconspicuous silver light.

After staring at the spoon on the ground for a long time, Felice's violently heaving chest finally calmed down.

His emerald green eyes, which had turned pale due to his emotional fluctuations, finally regained their calmness, as if the raging waves just now were just an illusion and had never existed in these eyes.

Felice resigned himself to picking up the bread at hand and took a big bite as if to vent his anger.

The bread was not soft during baking and even had a bit of toughness when bitten in the mouth, but Felice only chewed a few bites, then stopped chewing and used his tongue to push a foreign object out of his mouth.

He spat out the foreign object from his mouth and found that it was a small piece of paper that had been folded many times. He seemed to suddenly think of something, and with some excitement he unfolded the small piece of paper little by little and spread it flat on the table.

【Wait patiently for your mother to vent her anger for you. 】

The words on the note were exposed to the air in the confinement room. When the familiar handwriting appeared, a hint of joy finally appeared in Felice's eyes.

It was a simple sentence written in a familiar handwriting, with no signature and no extra explanation.

Felice seemed to have taken some reassurance pills in an instant, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

After staring at the note for a while, Felice raised his hand and slowly tore it into pieces, stuffing all the pieces into the deepest gap of his sofa.

He didn't need to know how his mother Viola had deceived the family into putting the note in the bread. It was enough for him to know that he was not sitting in the confinement room waiting to die.

Felice did not dislike the somewhat dry and hard bread in front of him. Instead, he picked it up again, put it into the soup bowl beside him to soften it, and then began to eat it with relish.

Although both the bread and the soup were as bland as the previous two days, it was the most delicious meal he had eaten in the past two days.

In a familiar villa, Viola waved away the men who were half-kneeling in front of her. After they had all walked out of the house, she stood up slowly and seductively and walked to the window of the room.

Viola had an ambiguous smile on her lips as she looked in the direction of the family's old house. That smile showed a sense of control over everything.

She will not let go of anyone who has harmed her son.