From the look in Feng Qing’s eyes, one could tell she wasn’t like Feng Yue, who was scheming and vicious.
Heaven had left Feng Yue with a good seed; her biological daughter hadn’t grown up by her side, so her personality and worldview were different. Had Feng Qing been raised by Feng Yue, who knows if she’d even be alive now?
“Thank you for your praise, Elder Fei.”
Feng Qing thanked him with a bright laugh, greeting those she knew.
She smiled and nodded at those she didn’t recognize.
Seeing that Mrs. Shang had no intention of introducing her to these people, Feng Qing didn’t mind.
She guessed they might be Elder Fei’s old friends.
Fang Yao had told her that Elder Fei had once been hunted by assassins sent by her mother. If no one had saved him, given her mother’s ruthlessness, Elder Fei’s grave might now be overgrown with grass taller than a person.
Afterward, Elder Fei disappeared for decades, likely taken away by his rescuer and living in seclusion.
Her old mother searched for years without a trace, assuming him dead, never imagining he not only survived but returned.
Feng Qing smiled bitterly to herself. As the saying goes, “If you don’t want anyone to know, don’t do it.”
Her mother’s grave mistake from decades ago, thinking she’d silenced all witnesses, was naive. Look now, forty or fifty years later, a living witness remained, back to expose her mother’s true face.
Reporters, waiting eagerly, snapped photos of the group like mad.
It was Qiao Han who had tipped them off, though at Mrs. Shang’s request.
Mrs. Shang wanted revenge for her parents and to ruin Feng Yue’s reputation.
But in Jiang City, she, the daughter of the former Feng family head, held little status.
Even the current heir, Feng Qing, had a modest standing in Jiang City, far below the heirs of many prominent families.
Qiao Han was different.
She was a sensation in Jiang City, especially after it came out that she was a woman, making her a true celebrity. Even street-cleaning aunties knew about the Qiao family’s eldest son turning into the eldest daughter.
The Qiao family’s influence in Jiang City dwarfed the Fengs’.
With one phone call from Qiao Han, the media swarmed in.
The Feng family’s past was about to be laid bare. Those present tonight were said to be people of status, even the youngest girl among them had a significant background if asked.
Several major families from Wan City had sent representatives.
The head of the Lan family from Wang City, along with his wife, claimed they were just visiting as tourists, but to others, it was clear the couple had come to join the excitement.
Who didn’t know that the eldest young mistress of the Zhan family was friends with the eldest young mistress of the Jun family? And the Lan family head was the Jun mistress’s brother. Maybe Mu Qing had asked her brother to come check things out, see if he could lend a hand.
Mu Qing was someone who valued friendship deeply.
So was Hai Tong.
If Mu Qing could help, she surely would.
The three Zheng Yifan brothers emerged, along with many clansmen who came out to watch the spectacle.
They were there to assist.
Hearing Mrs. Shang and her group had arrived, they rushed out to see the commotion.
Last time Mrs. Shang returned, many in the clan hadn’t seen her, unaware of what the former head’s eldest daughter was like.
