According to Feng Xiying, she and Shen Qiunian had been the only ones left in the Feng house just then.
Shen Qiunian had supposedly given in to his animal urges and tried to force himself on her.
Faced with the Feng family's accusations, Shen Qiunian's expression remained unchanged. He merely stared coldly at the endlessly weeping Feng Xiying.
He was the heir the Shen Family had painstakingly groomed, and his abilities were beyond question.
Apart from his family, he reserved his tenderness for Feng Yan alone.
Frightened into silence by Shen Qiunian's imposing presence, Feng Xiying still had tears clinging to her face. Her eyes were red, and she looked like a terrified little rabbit.
She no longer dared to do anything to Shen Qiunian, but when she saw Feng Yan standing nearby, she immediately rose from the sofa, threw herself into her arms, and kept hitting her.
As though all of this were Feng Yan's fault.
As though Shen Qiunian's attempted assault had also been at Feng Yan's instigation.
Feng Yan turned to look at her parents' and eldest brother's expressions. She had been through this sort of thing countless times.
Yet this time, pain still pricked densely at her heart.
Shen Qiunian shoved the frenzied Feng Xiying away. He knew that in this house, Feng Yan was the only person who believed he was innocent.
He held her hand, lending her strength.
People were contradictory like that. The Feng family's loathing for her was already out in the open, yet she still refused to acknowledge it.
And so she could only bear the consequences of her own foolishness, again and again.
Father Feng had once gone to the Shen house, demanding that the Shen family give him a reasonable explanation for what had happened.
But his petty schemes