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“Let Mr. Fang get your daughter killed? Since you suspect that assistants like us might harm our masters, yet you still place people around your daughter, it’s as if you want to get your own flesh and blood killed.”
Feng Yue: “…”
Brother Fei was still the same as before, tearing into people without a care.
Back then, he’d been patient with her, but he said it was only for the sake of her eldest sister.
Mr. Fei scanned the crowd of onlookers gathered around, then addressed them: “Years ago, my master met with an accident. The entire family, except for the two young misses who survived because they were at school, perished in that car crash.”
“The master’s daily vehicle was checked by a mechanic every morning before he left and again when he returned, ensuring it was in perfect condition.”
“But on the day of the accident, the mechanic inexplicably came down with diarrhea—severe enough to leave him completely drained. He had no energy to inspect the master’s car and only let the bodyguards give it a cursory check before they set out.”
“And it just so happened that day, the master got into a crash. I investigated it. That morning, the mechanic’s breakfast had been laced with laxatives by his wife. She’d been paid a hefty sum by the second young miss, who also promised to arrange for their son to study abroad after it was done, plus another large payout. That wretched woman slipped the laxative into her husband’s breakfast, leaving him too weak to spot the tampering in the master’s car, which led to the accident.”
“Later, it was confirmed the master’s car had been sabotaged, causing the crash. It doesn’t take much to guess who was behind it—none other than the second young miss, the little sister the master had raised as his own daughter!”
“The mechanic’s wife admitted the second young miss had bribed her with a fortune, but not long after, the mechanic and his entire family were dead—torn apart by a pack of stray dogs.”
“The other mechanic who tampered with the master’s car vanished without a trace—likely silenced by the second young miss too.”
“Some of the family elders knew bits and pieces of the truth. Anyone who cooperated with me to uncover the master’s fate ended up dead under suspicious circumstances. If you say it wasn’t the second young miss tying up loose ends, even a ghost wouldn’t believe you.”
Mr. Fei recounted the events of that year.
“Not long after handling the master’s funeral, I kept digging into the cause of his death. Because of that, and because I rejected the second young miss’s romantic advances, she tried to kill me to shut me up and stop my investigation.”
“She knew if I kept going, the truth about the master’s death would come out, and her dream of taking his place would be ruined.”
“Plus, she’d already killed her own sister. With only her left out of the three sisters, it was only natural she’d take the master’s seat.”
“She was jealous of the master—had been for a long time. Power blinded her, made her toss family ties aside. She was also jealous that I was loyal to him. I never imagined a girl twenty-some years my junior would fall for me!”
Feng Yue’s face turned ashen, wanting to speak, but Mr. Fei didn’t give her a chance, laying out everything he knew from back then.
Hearing these hidden truths, everyone’s gaze on Feng Yue shifted.
The media reporters found it explosive. These wealthy, prestigious families—polished and perfect on the surface—were rotten and chaotic underneath.
For fame and fortune, even kin could turn into enemies.
They’d even stoop to taking lives.
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