Feng Zhengming returned to the Feng Family home in a daze. For once, his perpetually busy father was actually home that day.
The moment he saw Feng Zhengming, his father's eyes lit up.
"Zhengming, can you get in touch with Feng Yan? Hurry up and find that damned girl. Bring her back and send her over to the Shen Family."
"So someone reported them. Aren't the Shen Family and our family still in-laws? Do they really have to blame us for everything?"
"Besides, Xiying is still a child. Who hasn't made mistakes when they were young? Were the Shens born incapable of making mistakes?"
"And Feng Yan! Whenever it matters, she's nowhere to be found! Go tell her! If she doesn't come back now, she can forget about ever setting foot in my home again!"
The Shen Family had been putting so much pressure on Feng Zhengming's father these past two days that he could barely breathe. He vented all his hopes and anger on Feng Yan.
That boy Shen Qiunian was the most outstanding of the Shen Family's younger generation, but his weakness was also obvious: he had always listened to Feng Yan since childhood.
If Feng Yan told him to go east, he would never dare go west.
As long as he sent Feng Yan to Shen Qiunian, he could get the Feng Family out of this mess.
Looking at his father, who was cursing Feng Yan while still hoping to squeeze benefits out of her,
Feng Zhengming felt an inexplicable sense of helplessness.
"She's already dead. The funeral the Shen Family is holding now is for her."
"How is that possible? How could she die? Who gave her permission to die?"
His father looked incredulous, but neither his expression nor his tone betrayed even the slightest sorrow