“Feng Qing!”
Zheng Yifan’s face darkened as he called out to Feng Qing sternly, asking coldly, “I’ll ask you one last time, are you really handing over everything in the Feng family to Hai Ling?”
“This is Mum’s lifelong effort!”
“If you don’t want to hold onto it, you can pass the Feng family’s affairs to us. We’d be happy to take over everything, rather than let Mum’s life’s work become someone else’s gain.”
Feng Qing met her eldest brother’s gaze and replied, “Big Brother, I’ve said countless times, the Feng family rightfully belongs to Hai Ling’s branch to take over. Our mum stole it. What’s stolen will never truly be ours.”
“Maybe Mum regretted it before she died.”
“Now, our branch has lost all support. Even if Hai Ling doesn’t take over, do you think it would fall to you? There are so many young women in the clan, all eager to be the lucky one.”
“Rather than letting it fall into their hands, it’s better to return everything to our aunt’s descendants. I believe Hai Ling is capable of being the family head. Now, everyone is leaning toward Hai Ling, willing to accept her as their leader to guide the Feng family out of its troubles and back to its peak.”
Hai Ling had many powerful backers, all from influential families.
Even in Jiang City, she had the support of the Qiao family.
The Qiao family’s status in Jiang City was equivalent to the Zhan family’s in Wancheng.
Zheng Yifan gritted his teeth and said, “Feng Qing, since you’re so stubborn, we have nothing more to say.”
“From today onward, we’re no longer siblings. Don’t blame us for being unkind to you in the future.”
Without waiting for Feng Qing’s response, he turned to his two younger brothers, “Let’s go.”
“Big Brother.”
Zheng Yifan shot his brothers a sharp look and barked, “We’re leaving. Don’t let them drive us out.”
The two younger brothers didn’t dare say more. Seeing their eldest brother return to his car and drive off quickly, they followed suit, getting into their cars and trailing behind.
Zheng Yifan kept driving, heading toward their hometown.
Their old father was now living there.
The two younger brothers were confused but had no chance to ask, so they just followed.
By the time they reached the Zheng family’s old residence, it was evening.
Zheng Hua had already eaten dinner and was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Though the old Zheng residence wasn’t as grand as the Feng family mansion and had a smaller footprint, it was quite luxurious compared to the neighbors’ homes.
A self-built villa with front and back yards, though the yards were much smaller.
Still, it was enough for Zheng Hua to plant flowers and tend to some grass.
His children regularly sent him living expenses, so his retirement life was among the best in the area.
In the past, neighbors would occasionally drop by to chat.
His life was more comfortable and relaxed here than in the Feng family mansion. This was his home, where he felt a sense of belonging.
No matter how grand or luxurious the Feng family mansion was, it wasn’t his home. He had merely lived there, dependent on Feng Yue.
Not just him—even Feng Yue, if she had failed to pass the family head position to her daughter, would have moved out of the Feng mansion while still alive, as the new family head would move in with their family.
The new family head would marry and have children.
The Feng family mansion held too many memories, too many people’s homes.
Zheng Hua also hired two maids to help with household chores, since his children had money.
His siblings and their families were doing well too. Though they couldn’t compare to the great families of Jiang City, they were well-off in this small place.
The Zheng family’s ability to maintain such respectability was all thanks to the sacrifices he made—his marriage, his freedom, even harming himself.
Since he returned to his hometown to retire, his siblings and their children had been good to him, frequently bringing gifts, chatting, and dining with him, full of warmth.
