“Uh… so the Great Deity can get angry like this?”
At Chang Fei’s actions, Feng Shuangrou showed an expression that proved the Great Deity was truly different from ordinary people.
But this only made Chang Fei feel more awkward.
Seeing Feng Shuangrou frowning silently, looking a bit sulky and somewhat restrained, Chang Fei found a way out and quickly climbed down from that step: “Ah… looking at you like this, even if a hundred opportunities were laid out in front of you, you’d still find it hard to cherish them…”
Feng Shuangrou’s heart skipped a beat.
She had already given up, but now that an opportunity was placed before her, she really didn’t want to miss it again.
She… had already missed countless chances…
But… her heart felt icy cold.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to cherish the opportunity, it was just…
Seeing Feng Shuangrou’s troubled expression, Chang Fei thoughtfully stroked his chin.
The conversation he overheard on Feng Shuangrou’s phone call, combined with her current expression, made him feel that something interesting must have happened.
As someone with a strong curiosity, he figured he might as well openly join the excitement.
“Ah…” He sighed, stood up, and rubbed his chin. “Looking at you like this, did something happen?”
Hearing this, Feng Shuangrou felt a little sad.
The woman who had been strong and even somewhat willful in front of Chang Fei now unconsciously had tears welling up in her eyes.
This startled Chang Fei.
Someone old enough to be his mother was crying in front of him?
Crying like a child?
This was pushing him to rapidly lose years off his life and become an old man!
Fortunately, he had already studied the [The Faces of the Masses] from the Moon Elder’s booklet.
At first, he didn’t quite understand what was so special about it.
But after reading the Moon Elder’s introduction, he realized it was basically an upgraded version of the domestic “face-changing” technique.
Whether meeting for an interview, meeting parents, the principal, or classmates, there was a perfectly tailored, super-affable face for each occasion.
An essential expression for making friends and traveling—exclusively made by the Moon Elder?
Activating [The Faces of the Masses], Chang Fei walked over to Feng Shuangrou and softly said, “Don’t be sad.
Come, sit on the sofa first, and tell me what exactly happened?”
Feng Shuangrou glanced at Chang Fei, feeling somewhat touched.
The Moon Elder had not used his divine power to pry into her privacy but instead hoped to hear the truth from her own mouth.
This showed how much respect the Moon Elder had for her.
Now, he even let her sit down on the sofa without putting on any godly airs…
Combined with his kind and gentle expression, even though he looked like just a teenager on the outside, Feng Shuangrou still felt the warmth of an elder treating a younger generation.
She obediently nodded and sat down on the sofa.
She picked up the tea Chang Fei had just poured and placed on the table, took a sip, and let out a long sigh.
She was completely unaware of the pain and unwillingness in Chang Fei’s gaze as he watched the tea in her hands.
He spoke, “During the time I was missing… that bastard Leng Chenluo… didn’t show any intention of looking for me… In this whole year… he found all the children his past mistresses bore for him… He wants those children to try managing his company… He didn’t even contact me after our daughter nearly died… My poor Yi Qing… she never waited for me, how disappointing I am…”
Chang Fei was stunned.
A strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
He almost took out his Moon Elder’s booklet to check who Yi Qing’s biological parents were.
Now that Feng Shuangrou mentioned Yi Qing’s name, and knowing her husband was Leng Chenluo, Chang Fei immediately made a connection.
Especially since Feng Shuangrou said her daughter had once nearly died, this made Chang Fei’s heart race.
It couldn’t be such a coincidence, right?
It just couldn’t be that coincidental.
The Moon Elder had once said that some family-era karmic love lines were very tangled and intertwined, needing to be sorted out clearly.
Chang Fei originally considered Xu Yi Qing as his primary target and hadn’t linked this chaotic situation with what he had seen in the Moon Elder’s booklet.
But now… Feng Shuangrou’s subtle hint made him want to think about those he had met who needed their fates adjusted…
Le Zhengchu of the Le Zheng family and Xu Shaxue, the owner of Xu Shaxue’s body after her death, Leng Yi Qing; as Le Zheng family’s true heir, Leng family’s young lady Leng Yi Qing, Leng family’s illegitimate daughter Leng Yinning, Leng family’s Second Young Master Leng Xingliang… and now also the scumbag father Leng Chenluo and Feng Shuangrou?
Is there truly no relationship among all of these? Back when Xu Shaxue borrowed Leng Yi Qing’s body to come back to life, Chang Fei never regarded Xu Yi Qing as part of the Leng family.
But now thinking carefully, his hairs stood on end.
Last time he saw Leng Xingliang… was he really the Second Young Master of the Leng family?
If he was, how could he like his own sister? But if he wasn’t…
The more Chang Fei thought, the more he felt the whole matter was connected, a massive event he absolutely had to ponder deeply.
This realization made Chang Fei, who was originally thirsty, even more parched.
However… the water he had poured for himself was taken and drunk by Feng Shuangrou before he could even take a sip.
This was basically trying to murder him!