At the hospital, Feng Qing told Fang Yao to wait outside the ward and not follow her in.
Fang Yao stayed in the corridor by the ward’s entrance.
Feng Qing took a few deep breaths before clutching the bouquet and pushing the door open.
As she entered, she overheard Zheng Hua complaining to the servant about her cold-heartedness and Feng Yue’s favouritism.
He even said that Feng Yue deserved to die and should have died sooner. If Feng Yue had passed away years earlier, Feng Ruo would have inherited the Feng family. Feng Ruo was close to her father and brothers, and if she had taken over, Zheng Hua could have strutted around the Feng family with impunity.
As the patriarch of the Feng family, he would never lack for money.
Feng Ruo was filial to him. If he needed money, a word to Feng Ruo would suffice, and she’d give him a sum.
Then, Feng Qing would have been irrelevant.
The servant caring for Zheng Hua spoke up for Feng Qing. “Mr. Zheng, the eldest miss is your biological daughter. The family head wasn’t unkind to you when she was alive. You did something to betray her, yet you still expect to inherit her personal fortune?”
“Is there such a good deal in this world? You complain that the eldest miss treats you poorly, but as her father, how well have you treated your own daughter?”
In her heart, the servant grumbled: *How did the family head’s gunshot not take Mr. Zheng with her?*
He was lucky to be alive at all, yet he still found fault with everything, wanting this and that. That was the Feng family’s fortune—what did it have to do with someone surnamed Zheng?
Though the family head had been strict when alive, making the servants work with constant unease, from a woman’s perspective, they all felt she deserved better.
“If it weren’t for the eldest miss paying your medical bills and arranging care for you, do you think the young masters would have bothered? Hmph, Mr. Zheng, you’d have nowhere to cry.”
The servant was telling Zheng Hua to stop taking his blessings for granted.
“At least the eldest miss still acknowledges some father-daughter bond. If she were as cold-hearted as you claim, she wouldn’t even bother to glance at you if you died.”
Ungrateful wretch.
Zheng Hua’s face turned ashen with anger at the servant’s retort. “I’m a tiger fallen on hard times, bullied by dogs. Now even a servant dares to speak to me like this!”
The servant replied unceremoniously, “When was Mr. Zheng ever a tiger?”
Zheng Hua was rendered speechless.
For decades in the Feng family, he hadn’t dared raise his voice or stand tall, always living under Feng Yue’s thumb.
Even the servants favoured by Feng Yue had to be cautiously courted by him, lest they speak ill of him to her.
Hearing familiar footsteps, the servant turned and took a few steps, spotting Feng Qing entering. She greeted her respectfully.
“Eldest Miss.”
Zheng Hua flinched.
Feng Qing was here!
He had just been complaining about her unfilial behaviour, and now she had arrived.
How much had she overheard?
Zheng Hua grew nervous.
But then he thought, I’m her father. Even if she heard my complaints, what of it?
Could she devour him?
