Li Zhi was in a daze, Feng Chengxuan wanted to laugh, but couldn’t laugh out loud, so he turned his head, holding a teacup, slightly raising the corners of his lips, trying hard not to laugh.
Gu Zixuan blinked at Feng Yushan and asked, "What do you mean by having obstacles in that area?"
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After all, Li Zhi, born from a prestigious family, was not the kind of woman who enjoyed gossip, so even if he said today that He Qimo was gay, Li Zhi would believe it and keep it to herself, without seeking verification.
Thus, Feng Chengjin laughed lazily, speaking with candor.
His candor made Li Zhi believe even more in the truth of the matter. Aside from the feeling that Gu Zixuan didn’t have as good a reputation as Miss Qi, in essence, there wasn’t much difference, so she grudgingly began trying to get acquainted.
However, what frustrated and surprised Li Zhi was—
Years later, watching the two families getting along, with He Qimo coming over holding extremely beautiful children who resembled him to play with Mrs. Feng’s little golden grandson "Feng Yuzhe", she really wanted to ask.
Where did they come from?
Of course, facing this prestigious lady who, upon first meeting, stared at his crotch, He Qimo: "..."
After meeting the elder brother and sister-in-law, they went to see the second sister.
Feng Chengjin’s second sister, Feng Chengjie, had a rather cold and aloof personality.
Perhaps because she had been divorced for years, always living alone with her daughter.
She wasn’t very invested in matters of affection.
But, coming from a wealthy family, even one of the top noble families, Feng Chengjie consistently placed great importance on reputation issues.
Coupled with her complete devotion to art and its inherent loftiness.
In the sculpture room, Feng Chengjie’s attitude towards Gu Zixuan wasn’t pleasant.
"You don’t want to date, so you don’t, don’t want to get married, so you don’t; have you ever consulted with your family over these years? So, now you want to get married, just do it, who can do anything to you? Why come to ask me?"
Feng Chengjie held a chisel, comparing a design sent from France in one hand and gently carving on the stone statue’s blank on the other.
Beside her, Feng Chengjin, with legs crossed, leaning against the table like a god, chuckled carelessly: "That’s not the same. Not marrying is my personal issue, but marrying is a family matter; still ought to inform second sister ahead of time, or else it would be awkward if a wedding is planned someday and the second sister doesn’t know."
"No, seriously, I wasn’t aware of this; don’t expect that when you tell mom and dad, they won’t agree and that I’ll have to speak up for you. That’s not something I’m going to do. The conditions are such that if you can marry in, you can; if not, it’s just not meant to be, and no one can do anything." Feng Chengjie sat on a high stool, her face aloof.
With a leisurely tone and the last statement that anyone could tell who it was directed at.
If it were anyone else, it would certainly create an awkward silence with no solution.
However, Feng Chengjin glanced at Gu Zixuan and smiled indifferently, "Is there really no way? Does second sister know where the greatest artistic value of this stone sculpture lies?"
"Where?" Feng Chengjie scoffed.
Feng Chengjin: "It represents the embodiment of an artist’s soul and integrity. Second sister may not help directly, but you should have your pride and dignity too. I guess... second sister wouldn’t stoop to hitting someone when they’re down. Incidentally..."
Feng Chengjin smiled, gesturing with his chin towards the sculpture’s face, his expression gentle and lazy, "The left lower jaw of the face is crooked."