“Your conscience has been eaten by a dog!”
Mr. Fei sternly accused Feng Yue.
Feng Yue suddenly erupted and admitted, “Yes, my conscience was indeed eaten by a dog. I’m the one who killed my sisters—so what can you do about it?”
“What do I have to feel guilty about? My eldest sister loved me so much. If I wanted her position as head of the family, she’d agree. She wouldn’t blame me. If she didn’t have a daughter, she’d have given the position to me.”
“Why did she have to marry and have a daughter, leaving me with no hope of rising?”
“Why does she deserve your deep devotion and protection? Because she’s the head of the family? If being the head is what it takes to have you, then I’ll become the head. Brother Fei, I want power. I want you. I want you to be as loyal to me as you were to her.”
Feng Yue roared, her eyes turning red.
Did she really feel no pain after killing her eldest sister and younger sister?
Not long after her youngest sister was born, she became an orphan without a father or mother, left with only her sisters.
Her eldest sister, eighteen or nineteen years her senior, was born to their mother at an advanced age. After giving birth to the youngest sister, their mother’s health deteriorated beyond recovery and she passed away soon after.
Their father, after their mother’s death, left the Feng family and returned to his own clan, but he too died shortly afterward.
Her eldest sister was like a mother—and she truly lived up to that role.
Her sister devoted herself to raising Feng Yue and their younger sister to adulthood. To care for them, she didn’t marry until late in life, taking in a husband only when Feng Yue was eighteen or nineteen. That’s when she gave birth to Feng Ying. Like their mother, her sister bore a child at an advanced age, leaving her body weak and her heart weary.
Managing a family and a large conglomerate was exhausting and demanding.
When her sister’s health declined, she entrusted Feng Yue with managing the business and handling family affairs on her behalf.
In those years, Feng Yue truly tasted the thrill of holding power.
She craved that sensation.
But she also knew that as long as her sister was alive, she’d never have a chance to become the true head of the family. Even if her sister were gone, her sister had a daughter—Feng Ying—who would take over.
When the thought of replacing her sister first emerged, Feng Yue was horrified. She scolded herself, forbidding such ideas. To her and her younger sister, their eldest sister wasn’t just a sibling—she was like a mother. Feng Yue revered her.
How could she entertain such a rebellious notion?
But once that thought took hold, it was like a seed had been planted, growing relentlessly, sprouting into a small tree that gradually became a towering one.
Later, when her sister had a second child—another daughter—it was a joyous event in the Feng family. For the head of the family, having daughters meant a successor, a cause for celebration.
With two daughters, Feng Yue saw her chances of rising diminish even further.
If Feng Ying died, there was still Feng Hui to take over. When would it ever be her turn?
She admired Brother Fei.
Brother Fei, alongside her sister, had raised her and her younger sister. She never experienced a father’s love, and Brother Fei, twenty-some years her senior, could’ve been her father in an era of early marriages.
Perhaps it was her longing for paternal love that sparked feelings for Brother Fei she shouldn’t have had.
And those feelings grew deeper.
She loved Brother Fei—loved him deeply, so much that to win him, she began plotting a conspiracy to replace her eldest sister.
