Marrying Zhan Yuan would mean moving far away, and her younger sister marrying the seventh young master of the Jun family would also be a distant marriage.
The family elders might not accept it.
Let things take their course.
“Sis, when are you and Zhan Yuan getting married? Will you hold the banquet here, in Wancheng, or both? We’ve got plenty of people to invite here; it wouldn’t be fair to make them all fly to Wancheng for the wedding.”
Ouyang Ya thought seriously before replying, “We’ll hold two banquets, one in Wancheng and one here.”
“I was originally planning to consider marriage after thirty, but now… I’m thinking after autumn. It’s neither too cold nor too hot then, perfect for a wedding.”
“Half a year to prepare should be enough without rushing.”
Ouyang Ting nodded.
…
Jiangcheng.
Hospital.
“Don’t stop me! I want to see Feng Qing. I’m her father. What’s the meaning of keeping me from my daughter?”
Zheng Hua was causing a scene at the hospital again.
Shouting to see Feng Qing.
Feng Qing didn’t want to see him.
Every time he came, it wasn’t to check on her recovery but to beg and pressure her to issue a letter of forgiveness for her three brothers’ actions.
Hoping for a lighter sentence for them.
How could Feng Qing issue such a letter? This was the result she had risked everything to achieve, the outcome she wanted.
If her brothers got a lighter sentence, wouldn’t all her efforts be in vain?
It would be like slapping herself in the face.
So, these past few days, Feng Qing refused to see her father.
No matter how he pleaded for her brothers, she remained unmoved.
Besides her father coming daily to pester her to forgive her brothers, he had also brought her adoptive mother. Her adoptive mother, knowing her two sons were convicted and imprisoned, was frantic.
She had three children. Her biological daughter died last year after falling from a building, leaving only her two sons.
With both sons in trouble, her household was in chaos. Her daughters-in-law only knew how to cry, not what to do.
They knew the police had caught them red-handed; claiming innocence was impossible.
Nor did they dare cry injustice with so many police officers watching.
Acquittal was out of the question.
The only hope was begging Feng Qing for a forgiveness letter to secure a lighter sentence.
Her adoptive mother had visited Feng Qing. Feng Qing met her but only briefly. When her adoptive mother apologised, Feng Qing had Fang Yao escort her out.
Her adoptive mother came every day, like Zheng Hua, but couldn’t see Feng Qing.
If she didn’t even want to see her biological father, why would she, the adoptive mother who had brought her nothing but pain, be granted a meeting? Forgiveness for her two adoptive brothers was even less likely.
Her adoptive mother said she was sorry for the past, asking Feng Qing to be magnanimous.
Feng Qing said nothing, but when recalling the past, she cried in Fang Yao’s arms.
Her childhood and teenage years were deeply unhappy.
The abuse and harm from her adoptive family would take a lifetime to heal.
How could she forgive them? They wanted her life.
As adults, they must bear the consequences of their actions.
