“Cousin.”
“Cousin.”
The three Zheng Yifan brothers greeted Mrs. Shang one after another.
Mrs. Shang merely glanced at them.
Mr. Fei guessed they were Feng Yue’s sons, gave them a couple of extra looks, but said nothing.
The three brothers, met with a cold reception, weren’t upset, not finding it surprising at all.
In Jiang City, their status was a bit awkward.
Call them young masters of the Feng family? Their surname was Zheng.
Call them young masters of the Zheng family? The Zheng family had little to show for itself. If it did, their father wouldn’t have become a live-in son-in-law for the Fengs back then.
Everything the Zheng family enjoyed now was basically reaped from the Feng family’s returns.
It was all thanks to Zheng Hua enduring humiliation by Feng Yue’s side, plastering on smiles to please her.
After everyone had passed by, Zheng Yifan led his two younger brothers to follow behind.
Soon, the butler emerged.
He ushered the media reporters into the estate, though not into the house itself, assigning a few servants to tend to them before walking off.
For a banquet at the Feng family estate, both indoors and outdoors needed preparation, since the house couldn’t hold so many people, the courtyard was always utilized.
After Mrs. Shang and the others entered the estate, Feng Qing led them toward the house, but Mr. Fei said, “A Ying, I’d like to stroll around the courtyard.”
“Alright, then I’ll accompany Uncle Zhong around the courtyard. Tell me, Uncle Zhong, where my sister and I loved to play as kids.”
Mrs. Shang said this, then turned to Feng Qing, “Feng Qing, could you please look after my senior friends?”
Before Feng Qing could respond, Silver Fox and the others chimed in, “We’ll stick with Big Brother, wherever he goes, we go. Who knows if Miss Feng’s dear mother planted bombs in the house or doused it with gasoline, planning to burn us all to ashes in one go?”
Feng Qing: “…”
“Senior, how could my mom do something like that? So many people are here tonight, and my whole family’s in the estate.”
Silver Fox nudged the Thief, asking, “Thief Bro, what do you think?”
The Thief replied solemnly, “No bombs, but gasoline? Can’t say for sure.”
“In short, everyone should avoid going inside tonight if possible, and if we must, please have Miss Feng lead the way.”
Feng Qing’s expression didn’t falter, she smiled, “Tonight, I’ll be hosting and accompanying my cousin and the seniors.”
Mrs. Shang hadn’t told her who Silver Fox and the others were, but Feng Qing could guess they weren’t ordinary people, likely with significant backgrounds.
Possibly the ones who rescued Mr. Fei back then.
To save Mr. Fei and keep him hidden so tightly that no one could find him, could they be simple?
Mr. Fei said calmly, “A Ying, Little Shang, let’s go.”
The old man began wandering the courtyard first, remarking as he walked, “It’s changed a lot, the flowers and plants the family head loved are gone, and many scenes have been altered.”
“Miss A Ying used to love swinging in the courtyard, I installed swings for both young ladies myself, but they’re nowhere to be seen now.”
Feng Qing quickly said, “Elder Mr. Fei, the swings were moved to the back courtyard.”
“There were some in the back and the front.”
Feng Qing fell silent.
When she returned to the Feng family, there were no swings in the front courtyard, and the ones in the back didn’t look old, likely made for her nephews and nieces, not the ones her cousin played on.
After all, forty or fifty years had passed, they’d long been replaced.
Though the media reporters weren’t allowed inside, seeing tonight’s key figures wandering the courtyard instead of entering the house, they kept their distance, not interrupting the old man’s revisit while still catching sensitive snippets.
Many Feng clan members gathered to greet Mrs. Shang and her group.
Hai Ling whispered to Zhan Yin, “Nothing will go wrong, right?”
