But at this moment, Bai Qifan and Zhou Xiao had already left, yet he still maintained a posture of sitting in the chair with crossed legs, his gaze coldly surveying the scene, dressed in a dark suit that made him appear somewhat...
They were a group of highly successful individuals, each with emotional intelligence off the charts. So, when the excitement and chaos settled, clear logic returned, and they couldn’t help but recall a previous question.
If the Feng and He families didn’t have any unsightly tangled relations, just a peaceful divorce—indeed, it would be someone with intentions trying to stir trouble between the two wealthy families, making it known to all in the city.
Then, who was the one causing the stir?
Especially now that the Zhou Family got involved. Given the circumstances, while the Zhou Family might act arrogantly, it seems justified. Also, this attitude clearly isn’t one of someone in the know, so who brought the Zhou Family into this?
Zhou Xiao repeatedly claimed it was Feng Chengjin and Yu Yuanshen who harmed her, but as Shen Jian妮 put it, with Zhou Xiao’s standing, it’s not worth these men of such stature to conspire against her.
Yet, if they were the ones behind it, what would be their reason?
If it wasn’t them, then who is causing the upheaval from the shadows?
For a moment, the rights and wrongs within the wealthy circles were never peaceful, the hearts of all the bosses and elite socialites were clear like mirrors.
So, accompanying Feng Chengjin who sat there in silent dignity, his composed aura radiating an icy presence that scanned the entire venue.
Suddenly, one could sense that Feng Chengjin had long seen everything clearly.
This matter was perhaps far from ordinary...
"Let’s continue the dinner." Feng Chengjin said this as he turned around.
The atmosphere in the room instantly dissolved, as if everything returned to a calm path.
Long oppressed by the dual powers and status, the vice president of the Xin Yi Charity Foundation, who couldn’t say a word, also recovered from his awkward embarrassment, as if granted amnesty, thanking the heaviest weight in the room, Feng Chengjin, for offering an exit, he smiled relievedly and picked up the microphone again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests..."
However, Yu Yuanshen and He Qimo, sensing something keenly, glanced at Feng Chengjin and then cast their gaze across every direction of the venue...
By the time the banquet ended.
Having completed what he needed to do, Feng Chengjin went out early to send off Feng Chengxuan and sister-in-law Li Zhi.
Standing on the high steps covered in red carpet, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, due to the Christmas celebration, the weather surprisingly favored.
Rong City, located in the south, wouldn’t see snow on the ground, but it could land on shoulders nonetheless.
Chilling and breezy, a bit cold, a bit crisp.
Feeling the night’s disturbances.
Wearing a black wool coat before leaving, Feng Chengxuan furrowed his brow slightly, said to Feng Chengjin, "This matter might not be that simple, find the person behind it early to deal with it, otherwise, you know what father detests most, what Mrs. Feng’s whole family dislikes, if this drags on, it’ll only be increasingly unfavorable for Miss Gu marrying in. You know that’s why I had to leave Su years ago because of such reasons..."
Halfway through the sentence, he seemed to recall something difficult from the past, Feng Chengxuan lowered his lashes in distress, "..."
Feng Chengjin’s deep brows furled, he didn’t remove the coldness, said, "Understood."
Pausing for a moment, seemingly sensing the elder brother’s sorrow, feeling his reassurance inadequate, he added, "Don’t regret too much, elder brother, we’ll surely find them."
"Will we find them? If she wanted me to find her, why twenty years or half a lifetime already..." A self-deprecating hint of a smile appeared on the nearing fifty-year-old man’s face for the first time.
Feng Chengjin felt even more touched, yet didn’t know what to say, "..."
After a short rest, Feng Chengxuan patted Feng Chengjin’s shoulder, lifted a smile from the bitterness, "Alright, it’s nothing really, if we can’t find them, we’ll just keep looking. I hope you take my situation as a caution, some things can’t be gambled, don’t make mistakes, or you’ll regret it for a lifetime like me. I’m leaving."
"Okay." Feng Chengjin nodded.
In the distance, as car lights flickered on the cement road, Feng Chengxuan’s black Mercedes AMG was driven up the slope by the valet, taking the keys, Feng Chengxuan got into the car with Li Zhi waiting beside.
Soon, Feng Chengjin’s car was also brought over, and he left with Gu Zixuan to head home.
Helping Gu Zixuan into the passenger seat first, as he leaned in to fasten her seatbelt, Gu Zixuan noticed his always deeply cold brows.
When he returned to the driver’s seat, the car started, leaving the International Mansion.
Gu Zixuan couldn’t help but ask, "Still thinking about Zhou Xiao’s commotion tonight?"
In fact, Feng Chengjin was thinking much more, but hearing Gu Zixuan’s question, he paused momentarily, shook his head and said, "They’re not worth it, just a bunch of clowns."
Hearing Feng Chengjin say this, Gu Zixuan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, or be moved that despite tonight’s circumstances, he wasn’t at all concerned about it escalating, firmly committing to marrying her regardless. Read complete versıon only at novel⸺fire.net
Shaking her head, understanding the complexity of the matter, Gu Zixuan could only laugh, "Well, maybe they are just clowns..."
Suddenly, Gu Zixuan froze, her heart trembling.
Looking at Feng Chengjin, she couldn’t help but ask a question that puzzled her heart, "Chengjin, you... after all, know what level of leader?"
In an instant, it was unclear if Gu Zixuan sensed it wrongly.
The car seemed to veer slightly unexpectedly...
Inside a secluded women’s restroom at the International Mansion.
The female attendant cleaning the place, terrified, ran out of the restroom with a mop.
Inside, against the gleaming marble wall, He Qimo had a hand gripping Liang Shiman’s neck, pinning her tightly against the cold surface.
In anger, having just said "Get out," his eyes remained grim and dark.
On the floor, Liang Shiman’s purse had fallen, Anima lipstick rolling out, shattered at the lip, leaving a smear of rose red on the floor, revealing her earlier intention.
"Tell me, did you do these things?" He Qimo demanded coldly.
Liang Shiman trembled inwardly, paused for a moment, her eyes moist, said, "What nonsense are you talking!"
"If not, why’d you come to such an occasion tonight!" He Qimo became colder, deepening his grip without mercy.
In an instant, choking for breath, Liang Shiman’s eyes brimmed with moisture, she shouted, "Can’t I come? I’m the daughter of the chairman of Liangcheng Group after all. What’s strange about attending a charity party? Is attending such an event automatically suspicious?"
He Qimo looked coldly, completely distrustful of such words.
Liang Shiman’s heart grew more pained in an instant, she brushed He Qimo’s hand aside, stumbled slightly, stood straight, "He Qimo! Do you have a heart? I’ve loved you for so many years, waited for you so many years, even divorced for you, waited for you so many years, you can ignore me, all my feelings and waiting, but why do you wrong me this way?"
Liang Shiman cried softly yet elegantly.
"Wrong you?" He Qimo scoffed instantly, released his hand, went to the faucet to wash his hands, "If your earlier words were ’What are you talking about,’ I’d think I might be wronging you. But you said ’What nonsense are you talking!’ Liang Shiman... seems you’re quite aware of what I’m asking?"