And then there was her mother, who had done countless heinous things.
Hai Ling and her kin would surely not pay respects at her mother’s grave—she was their enemy, after all.
No matter how magnanimous Hai Ling was, she wouldn’t go so far as to honor her foe.
So, Feng Qing had to return to tend to her mother’s grave herself, ensuring it wasn’t left desolate.
It was her duty as a daughter.
No matter her mother’s countless sins and faults, she was still her mother.
“Also, I’ll come back for your wedding with Mr. Lu. Nominally, I’m still your elder,” Feng Qing said with a smile, offering her belated congratulations. “Hai Ling, I wish you and Mr. Lu a happy marriage. He loves you dearly, and you’ll be very happy together.”
Lu Dongming, such an outstanding man, was willing to become the Feng Clan’s live-in son-in-law for Hai Ling.
He broke the mold of the clan leader’s husband being a good-for-nothing.
“Thank you,” Hai Ling replied, then looked at Fang Yao and asked Feng Qing, “When are you and Mr. Fang getting married?”
“When you two have your wedding, you’d better invite me for a drink too. It’s only fair—I invite you, you invite me. You can’t just attend mine and not let me attend yours.”
Feng Qing exchanged a glance with Fang Yao, whose eyes were full of adoration for her. She said, “Fang Yao and I aren’t in a rush. We’ll get married once we find a place to settle down.”
She didn’t want to get married in Jiang City.
Since she was planning to leave her hometown, she wouldn’t tie the knot here.
Once she settled in another city and stabilized, she’d marry and live a quiet life.
Feng Qing loved the Jiangnan region.
She wanted to pick a city there and build her life.
She had shared her plans with Fang Yao. She adored Jiangnan’s water towns and garden landscapes and wanted to buy a large villa to create a garden-style estate, like Youyou Villa—though she didn’t have the funds for something that grand.
A single villa with a garden-style yard would suffice.
Fang Yao doted on her, prioritizing her wishes, ready to fulfill her every desire.
“I hope we can toast at your wedding this year,” Hai Ling said. “Feng Qing, you’re not young anymore. Though you’re my elder, you’re a few years younger than me.”
“Look at me—my son is already four or five.”
Feng Qing laughed. “We’ll try. Has Yangyang grown taller? That kid is so lovable—I really like him.”
“Bring him over to play sometime.”
“He’s grown a bit. He’s in kindergarten now. On weekends, Dongming brings him to see me. I’ll take him to your place then. He had a cold and fever yesterday—I’m not sure if he’s fully recovered. I’ll call Tongtong later to check.”
“Is Yangyang still with Tongtong?” Feng Qing asked.
She thought after Hai Ling and Lu Dongming married, Yangyang would live with the Lu family.
“Hai Ling, how’s the Lu family treating you? Have they truly accepted Yangyang?”
Feng Qing asked with concern.
She knew Mrs. Lu had initially opposed Hai Ling and Lu Dongming’s relationship.
They looked down on Hai Ling’s background and her status as a divorced woman with a child. Lu Dongming, though an older bachelor, was from a wealthy family and could’ve married an eighteen-year-old if he wanted.
There was no need to marry a divorced woman.
