Zhan Yin said in a low voice, “Don’t worry, Sis.”
Hai Ling exchanged a glance with him, then caught Shang Wuhen’s look, nodding with a hum.
Mrs. Shang chatted briefly with the clansmen, introducing the younger generation behind her, especially Hai Ling.
The clansmen laughed, “Hai Ling, we all know her, quite well too.”
Hai Ling looked at them, returning a smile.
Her actions in Jiang City hadn’t gone unnoticed by the Feng clan, and quite a few had quietly sided with her.
“Since everyone’s here, why not go inside? It’s a bit cold out here.”
Feng Yue’s voice suddenly rang out.
She and her husband had been waiting inside, expecting Mrs. Shang and her group to enter.
But after waiting left and right, no one came in.
Upon asking, they learned Mrs. Shang and her party were wandering the courtyard, saying they feared bombs or gasoline had been rigged inside.
They claimed the courtyard was much safer, at least easier to escape from if needed.
This infuriated Feng Yue, her old face turning green.
She had indeed considered planting bombs.
Old Du had said bombs would easily draw attention, likely getting them caught by the police before the plan succeeded, landing them in jail without even harming Mrs. Shang’s group.
Instead, dousing the place with gasoline and setting it ablaze—whether inside or out—would trap them all.
By pouring gasoline outside the estate and igniting it, then tossing flammable and explosive items into the courtyard, even those outside wouldn’t survive.
In fires, people often passed out from smoke before burning to death.
Feng Yue suspected her plan had somehow been leaked.
No, that couldn’t be.
If Mrs. Shang knew, why would she still bring friends and family to the banquet?
She’d have gone to the police instead.
As Feng Yue and her husband emerged, everyone fell silent.
“Mom.”
Feng Qing called out.
Feng Yue lightly scolded her, “A Qing, you too, your cousin and her group are here, and you don’t invite them inside? It’s so cold out here.”
After chiding her daughter, she smiled at Mr. Fei, saying, “Brother Fei, long time no see, I didn’t expect you to still be alive.”
“Not that long, we met yesterday or the day before, how’s that ‘long time no see’? You’ve known I was alive for a while, Feng Yue, you just love playing dumb when you’re fully aware, who are you fooling?”
“…”
Mr. Fei’s blunt retort left Feng Yue speechless.
“You killed the family head, A Ying and I went to pay respects right after returning, and you wouldn’t even let us offer incense. What, forgotten what happened so quickly? Guilty conscience pretending it didn’t happen, or early dementia?”
“I’m nearly a hundred and don’t have dementia yet.”
Feng Yue: “…Brother Fei, you sound like you’ve swallowed gunpowder. When did I…”
“If the Feng family head can’t recall what happened, I can help jog your memory, bring back the scene, complete with epilepsy-like symptoms.”
Cheng Lingling’s half-smiling remark made Feng Yue’s face change.
Toxins still lingered in her body.
If she collapsed again like at the cemetery—twitching, drooling, unable to speak—in front of all these people, her lifelong reputation would truly be ruined.
The media reporters perked up their ears, snapping photos discreetly.
So, the Feng family head really had killed her sister to seize the position!
