Chapter 1510 - 1585: A Sharp Sword

"Yes, I’m fine." Feng Zhenzhen nodded word by word. Her well-being had nothing to do with the Feng Family; she no longer needed their charity.

She was grateful for Housekeeper Xing’s help, but it was just gratitude.

There was nothing more.

Towards Housekeeper Xing, she felt no hate, nor love.

He was a man loyal only to the Pang Family Patriarch, eternally cold and ruthless to others. His blood was cold, even if his heart had residual warmth, it was only enough to keep himself alive.

He now sympathized with her simply because she almost became the family head; years of inertia don’t easily change overnight.

Housekeeper Xing saw the overwhelming hatred in her eyes.

Suddenly, he regretted, regretted his previous soft-heartedness. This child had already fallen into hell, and yet he still fantasized that she would become good in the future. Ask yourself, can someone who climbs out of hell be good?

Hell produces only demons, never angels.

"Take care." As per the original plan, Housekeeper Xing pulled out a check from his pocket, the latest exchange method from Wall Street. With this check, you could directly cash it at JPMorgan Chase.

"It’s not necessary." Feng Zhenzhen stood up expressionless; she wore a mask so no matter any expression she had, others couldn’t see it.

"Thank you." She walked out two steps, then stopped, "I want to ask you, was it Feng Xintong who personally released Qin Cuifen and instructed her to set me on fire?"

Although she had already investigated the truth and Xu Qigang provided enough evidence. Yet, she still wanted to hear Housekeeper Xing say it himself, as though without it, she could not be at peace.

Housekeeper Xing was stunned for a moment, then said after a while, "I don’t know." He would never go against what Mr. Feng instructed. If Mr. Feng wanted to protect Feng Xintong, he had no choice but to protect her too.

"Hmph! Truly laughable." Feng Zhenzhen sneered coldly, feeling a chill from head to toe, from bones to blood. As if she was plunged into an ice cellar.

Her hatred wasn’t for the Feng family’s cruelty or their attitude. That was something she had known since childhood, having grown up in a harsh environment, so she had done both smoothly and terrible things.

Therefore, she could understand.

Her hatred was that a mongrel like Feng Xintong could reach such high status.

Could catch grandfather’s eye and rise above others. Indeed... her own experience only made grandfather see her in a new light.

Having realized this, she quickly rushed out.

Suddenly, she felt fortunate, blessed that Xu Qigang had come, or she could never turn things around in her life.

"Why? Realized you’re no match for Feng Xintong?" Chen Yingjie caught up, mocking, "Feng Xintong now has Mr. Feng’s protection, which means she’s impenetrable, you can’t do anything alone."

Feng Zhenzhen stopped abruptly, sneering, "I can’t do anything, can Xu Qigang do nothing? Sheng Ning do nothing? You all want me to become Sheng Ning’s sharp sword, don’t you?"

Chen Yingjie was speechless; he wasn’t good at interacting with girls, especially someone like Feng Zhenzhen who already had a dark mind. Chen Yingjie was a sunny, optimistic, and resolute person.

He preferred military life, playing with comrades and good brothers.

"You could refuse." He stammered after a while.

"Why should I refuse? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; I’ll seize it well and maximize my value." In this life, she had only one goal.