"Uncle, who are you talking about? I don't know any Yecha Wan, Yechuan. I only have one brother, and he's right there," she said, pointing towards Zhong Qinghuai.
Feng's father's face instantly lost its composure. He chuckled dryly and said, "Did this little brat upset you? Shall I call him over to apologize to you?"
Feng Yechuan, who had walked in with a sullen face, happened to hear this. A 9-year-old child couldn't bear such a grievance.
He ran over and shoved Zhong Qingyun hard. Zhong Qingyun stumbled and fell towards Zhong's father. Zhong's father caught his daughter accurately, a hint of anger appearing on his face.
"I didn't bully her, so why should I apologize to her? Dad, let's go home quickly. I don't want to stay here anymore."
The two mothers, seeing the commotion, also came over. Feng's father, with a wooden face, was about to hit Feng Yechuan, but Zhong's father quickly stopped him.
"Dad, this uncle is so fierce. Why is that boy crying? He's so old and still crying, isn't he ashamed?"
Feng Yechuan, already feeling wronged, heard her words. He cried even louder, choked, and said, "It's all your fault, all your fault. Otherwise, my dad wouldn't be so fierce with me."
"You dare talk back?" Feng's father's entire old face was contorted. Feng's mother quickly intervened, "Alright, Old Feng, it's such a small matter, don't blow it out of proportion."
"Yes, don't scare the children like this," Zhong's mother said, shielding Zhong Qingyun behind her.
The company had been on the verge of collapse for days, and they couldn't secure any investment. Feng's father's hair had turned white from worry, and the Zhong family was his last hope.
That's why he had been a bit agitated just now. He regretted his actions. After all, it was at someone else's house, and his outburst in disciplining a child was truly inappropriate.
He awkwardly scratched his head. "I'm sorry, Brother Zhong. I've been a bit worked up these past few days. I wasn't mindful of the situation for a moment. Please don't mind."
"It's alright, it's alright. You just need to be patient with children and teach them slowly," Zhong's father replied.
"So, about the cooperation?"
"This is not a small matter, after all. I need to think about it further."
"Alright, then we won't disturb you any longer."
The Zhong family politely saw them out. After the previous incident, Feng's father felt too embarrassed to mention the marriage alliance.
He felt very uneasy. Although a starving camel is still bigger than a horse, if the camel truly dies, it's worth less than a living horse.
Thinking of this, he gave Feng Yechuan another disdainful look, calling him useless. He couldn't even handle an 8-year-old girl, yet usually, those girls liked playing with him. Why was it different today?
Feng Yechuan stood there, crying dejectedly. He had never humbled himself to coax anyone before. But Zhong Qingyun was completely unyielding, and she even caused his father to scold him. This girl was truly detestable.
...
"Xiao Yun, why did you go to the garden with that Feng family kid just now?" Zhong's father asked curiously.
"I don't know. I was just standing there, and he suddenly ran over."
Zhong's father and mother exchanged glances. It seemed there was an informant in their house.
"What did he say to you?"
"He praised me for being beautiful and wanted to hold my hand. I wouldn't let him! Dad said not to get too close to other boys, so I dodged him."
Zhong's father stroked her head. "Darling, you did great." He then shot Zhong Qinghuai a look.
"You don't know where you wander off to all day, not keeping a good eye on your sister. Be careful you don't get abducted by some ill-intentioned boy one day."
"That's only because I'm at home that I let my guard down. Those boys at school can forget about it."
"Hahaha~"
The family was harmonious and happy. The next day, the little nanny who took care of Zhong Qingyun was fired.
She had taken money from the Feng family. She didn't even have time to beg Zhong Qingyun for another chance before she was fired by the Zhong family and sent away.
After hearing Zhong Qingyun's description, Zhong's father felt that the Feng family was too scheming and not worth befriending. He thought Feng Yechuan, with his good looks and slippery tongue at such a young age, would surely turn out to be trouble in the future.
If the two families cooperated, it wouldn't do if he tricked his precious daughter. Even if there was profit to be made, he wouldn't do this business. Anyway, his Zhong family didn't lack that bit of money.
The Feng family ultimately could not escape bankruptcy. Feng's father sold many of his assets, which helped for a while, but he eventually gave up. The deficit was too large for him to fill alone.
After liquidation, he was considered a small tycoon. However, Feng Yechuan completely resented the Zhong family. He never understood that others helping him was a favor, and not helping was their right. He just felt that the Zhong family owed him.
How could Jun Jiuli let him run rampant? That night, she fed him a pill. The next day, he went out on his own and found a bus to crash into.
The bus driver was speechless, but with the surveillance footage and dashcam recordings from the roadside as evidence, Zhong's father and mother, heartbroken, could do nothing to him.
He and the passengers on the bus were the victims, encountering a lunatic in broad daylight. Seeing such a bloody scene was truly infuriating. They would have to burn three sticks of incense at home to ward off bad luck.
Feng Yechuan was completely paralyzed, his mouth askew. Zhong's mother cried her heart out, but Zhong's father discovered a shocking problem. He was type A blood, and his wife was type B blood.
Their children could possibly be type A, B, AB, or even O. However, Feng Yechuan was Rh-negative. Scientifically, this was a possibility, but it was extremely slim. He didn't want to take the risk because he didn't want to wear the cuckold's hat.
He cut a few strands of Feng Yechuan's hair and quietly went to get a paternity test. When the report came out, Feng's father anxiously checked the results. In an instant, he looked ten years older, his body weakened, and he slowly sank down.
What could be more tragic than finding out after bankruptcy that the son he had raised for nine years was his wife's child with someone else? After a moment, he took the test report and angrily walked into the ward.
He grabbed his wife, who was sitting on a stool, and slapped her fiercely. "Bitch, you dare betray me!" he roared, then kicked her several more times.
He was like a maddened beast, terrifying the Feng Yechuan lying in bed half to death. He forgot to press the call button, forgot to call for help loudly.
"Husband, husband, let go of me. Don't hit me anymore, don't hit me anymore. You have to believe me! I have never betrayed you. Who has been slandering me?"
"Even now, you dare to quibble? Bitch, look at what you've done properly."
Feng's father's chest heaved continuously. He threw the test report onto the ground. Feng's mother crawled over and picked it up, shaking her head repeatedly.
"Impossible, impossible. This is all fake. Someone is deliberately framing us, mother and son! Husband, I swear to the heavens, I have never done anything to betray you."
"Dad, Dad, just listen to Mom, don't hit anymore. Wuwuwu~"
"You little beast, shut your mouth. Do you think you're worthy of calling me father? I'm stopping your medical expenses today. Go find your biological father, I won't be a fool."