The three brothers were different.
Raised in the Feng family from childhood, they’d basked in wealth and privilege as the young masters of the household, despite the family tradition of passing leadership to daughters, not sons.
But with a mother as the matriarch, they’d still reaped immense benefits.
Decades had passed—a vast span of time.
To suddenly demand they surrender everything they’d enjoyed was a devastating blow. They couldn’t accept it, nor were they willing to.
Feng Qing sighed and said, “Big Brother, you’re the eldest, a few years older than Second and Third Brother. You see the situation we’re in—think it over carefully. Once you’ve figured it out, talk to them.”
“We can’t fight our cousins. In the family, our branch has lost everyone’s support and trust.”
“In times like this, stepping back gracefully and returning what rightfully belongs to our cousins could ease the animosity. It might even win us back a shred of trust from the clan.”
“At least then, Mother’s mistakes won’t drag us, her children, down with her.”
“That’s already the best outcome we can hope for. We need to face reality.”
Feng Qing’s mouth was dry from talking. She stood, poured herself a cup of warm water, and sat back down, sipping it.
Facing her silent brothers, she said, “That’s all I’ve got to say. The rest is up to you.”
“I’ve got a lot to handle. Go back to your work. If you’re not in the mood, take leave and look after Dad in the hospital.”
It was a clear dismissal.
She added a warning: “Don’t do anything reckless. Even someone as clever and formidable as Mom couldn’t pull off her schemes—let alone you. Think about your kids.”
“Dad’s unreliable, and I’m not close to you. If something happens to you, don’t expect me to raise your children. I’m not doing that.”
The Zheng brothers: “…”
What a heartless sister!
Their kids were her nephews and nieces, yet she could be so cold.
Worse, they believed she’d follow through on her words.
The three exchanged glances. Their sister was impervious—what could they do?
“I’m taking leave,” Zheng Yifan said icily.
Without waiting for Feng Qing’s response, he stood and stormed out.
His face was dark, his chest simmering with rage.
He genuinely wanted to strangle this sister.
Why had their mother swapped the two daughters back then? Couldn’t she have let it be, keeping Feng Ruo and never acknowledging Feng Qing?
If Feng Ruo had been the heir, they wouldn’t be in this mess.
Feng Ruo would’ve sided with them, fiercely guarding everything their mother had built.
The Feng Corporation and the Feng family legacy—decades of their mother’s work—why couldn’t it be her estate, passed down to them?
