Chapter 47

Chapter 47

FANG JIANCHENG!!!

Feng Xiurong’s face twisted with rage as she shrieked and stormed over to slap Fang Jiancheng. “How could you betray me and Yichun like this? Of all people, you chose your own damn son-in-law?!”

With so many people at the door and his wife exposing such a scandal in front of everyone, Fang Jiancheng turned pale. He grabbed Feng Xiurong’s hand and whispered urgently, “Xiurong, let’s talk about this at home—don’t air our dirty laundry in public!”

Feng Xiurong yanked her hand away, her tone merciless. “Oh, now you remember this is dirty laundry? When you were sleeping with your son-in-law, did you ever think about that? And not only did you do it here—at my own cousin’s party—you couldn’t even keep it in your pants for one night?”

“I—”

Before he could respond, Feng Xiurong launched into a relentless tirade that left Fang Jiancheng completely defenseless. Just as things got really awkward, sobbing broke the silence.

Fang Yichun cried out, “Dad, why? When I first brought Awen to meet you, you said you were so happy with him as a son-in-law and that you’d always support us. Now, just a year after we got married, you… Dad, what the hell did I do to make you do this to Mom and me?”

The onlookers finally understood—it seemed the father-in-law and son-in-law had had the hots for each other from their very first meeting.

Feng Shuiyun stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Feng Xiurong. Her expression was icy as she snapped, “Oh yeah, he was super satisfied with this son-in-law—satisfied in all the wrong ways.”

Fang Jiancheng was nearly overwhelmed with shame. He looked up and, recognizing Feng Shuiyun, frowned. “Cousin, this is between Xiurong and me. None of your damn business!”

“Ha?!”

Fan Qing burst out laughing. She crossed her arms and stepped forward. “The only ones who don’t belong here are you two.”

Fan Qing blindly supported her mother, and Lin Tingyue blindly supported her. Lin Tingyue chimed in, “Qing Qing is right.”

“I hate it when couples say it’s just ‘family business.’ ‘Family business’ my ass! Does being married suddenly put you above the law?”

Exactly!

Fan Qing linked arms with Lin Tingyue.

With Feng Shuiyun backing her up, Feng Xiurong grew even bolder. She hugged her daughter tightly and declared, “There are plenty of witnesses here, Fang Jiancheng. Your reputation is toast.”

Only then did Fang Jiancheng realize that the witnesses weren’t just Feng Xiurong and her daughter. The room was full of big shots—even if he wanted to silence them, it would be impossible.

Gritting his teeth, Fang Jiancheng decided to shift the blame. He pointed at Yuan Wen and shouted, “It’s all his fault! I only let him into the company because of Yichun, but he’d stoop to anything to climb the ladder! Xiurong, Yichun—I’m a victim too!”

“Hmm… If using the keycard his son-in-law gave him to open the door, walking in to find his son-in-law in women’s clothes, and still choosing to sleep with him counts as being a victim, then sure, Fang Jiancheng is ‘wronged.’”

There was even more to it than that?

He recognized him and still went along with it…

What a disgusting piece of work.

“And that’s not all. Fang Jiancheng thought cheating with his son-in-law was thrilling—he even demanded that Yuan Wen wear women’s clothes every time they met, or else he wouldn’t get it up.”

This isn’t just an affair—it’s full-on depravity.

Unaware that he’d already dug his own grave, Fang Jiancheng kept frantically signaling Yuan Wen, hoping he’d understand his ‘noble intentions’ and play the scapegoat for now.

After all, if Yuan Wen was ruined, Fang Jiancheng might still save his own skin. But if he was ruined, everything was over.

Unfortunately for him, Yuan Wen wasn’t playing along.

"What did you say?"

Alright, alright. Since Fang Jiancheng was the one who started flipping tables first, don’t blame him for smashing the plates too.

Yuan Wen sneered, "You claim to be the victim? What about the others in the company? And what about buying an entire building just to house your side pieces—were you a victim in those cases too? Did someone hold a gun to your head and make you spend the money?"

"Damn."

"Nothing cuts deeper than betrayal from someone close, huh?"

Fang Jiancheng was so furious he slapped Yuan Wen across the face. "And who the hell are you to judge? Don’t think I don’t know—you’ve been cheating with other people behind my back!"

"Yeah, I cheated, but at least the people I cheated with didn’t need an entire building!"

"Only because nobody would take you up on it!"

"You—!"

Yuan Wen lunged at Fang Jiancheng, his expression vicious enough to tear him apart.

Hair-pulling, face-biting—the two held nothing back.

"Disgusting."

Feng Shuiyun said angrily, "Get this trash out of here."

"I don’t need to see this filth!"

"Sorry, old habits die hard!"

Feng Shuiyun’s dark expression lightened slightly at Lin Tingyue’s inner thoughts. She said, "Sorry you had to see that mess."

Fang Jiancheng and Yuan Wen were both kicked out by security—half-naked, only in their underwear. Feng Shuiyun hadn’t told anyone to give them something to cover up, so the guards didn’t bother.

Naturally, Fang Jiancheng and Yuan Wen ended up on the front page the next day looking like that.

But that was a story for later.

By the time Feng Shuiyun had mostly resolved everything, Feng Xiurong’s father finally arrived—fashionably late, as usual.

The moment he arrived, he grabbed Feng Xiurong’s hands and asked urgently, "Xiurong, you okay?"

Feng Shuiyun patted Feng Xiurong’s shoulder and said, "Uncle, don’t worry. Xiurong and Yi Chun are both clever—they got off easy."

"That’s good, that’s good." Feng Junchu then lowered his voice and asked, "But Xiurong… and Yi Chun too—are you really getting a divorce?"

Feng Shuiyun: "?"

"Uncle, if not now, then when the hell else?"

Feng Junchu said, "I know, I know, but Shuiyun, you don’t understand—divorced women these days can’t just remarry so easily. It’s not like they can just crawl back home, right?"

Fan Qing: "?"

Was he throwing shade at her mom?

Feng Shuiyun grabbed Fan Qing’s wrist before she could react and said calmly, "Uncle, no matter what happens, Xiurong and Yi Chun will always be Fengs. Even if they divorce, they won’t be left high and dry."

Feng Junchu stopped pretending altogether. "Do you even know how much the Feng family's stocks dropped after your divorce from Fan Wei? Do you think everyone is like you?"

Fan Qing shot back sarcastically, "It can’t be worse than the Fan family’s, right? I heard their stocks are practically plummeting."

"You—" Feng Junchu snapped, "Who asked for a kid’s opinion? Don’t interrupt when adults are talking!"

Fan Qing was furious and raised her fist, ready to hit him, but Feng Shuiyun and Lin Tingyue held her back.

Watching Feng Junchu in front of her, Lin Tingyue drifted into thought.

"Hmm..."

"Could it be that because Fang Jiancheng didn't expose his father-in-law earlier, Feng Junchu is acting so brazen now?"

Wait, what?!

Feng Shuiyun and Feng Xiurong were just as stunned.

"Yuan Wen is a repeat philanderer—he didn’t spare anyone, not even fathers-in-law… or their fathers-in-law."

So among those Yuan Wen had affairs with… was her own father?

And her father knew all along but never said a word to her or her daughter?

Feng Xiurong had discovered Yuan Wen’s affair with Fang Jiancheng by accident. Right then, she had decided on her plan—she would destroy them both.

She never imagined her own father would be involved.

Fighting back nausea, Feng Xiurong said coldly, "Worry about yourself first."

Feng Junchu froze, finally catching on that his daughter was challenging him. He snapped, "Feng Xiurong, are you trying to start something?"

"Dad," Feng Xiurong pressed, "if I go to Yuan Wen now and ask for a list—if I offer him enough in return—do you think he’d give it to me?"

A list?

Feng Junchu clammed up immediately.

Feng Xiurong clenched her fists. So it was true…

Just as Feng Xiurong was reeling from this crushing blow, Fang Yichun took her mother’s hand gently and said, "No matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side."

Feng Xiurong nodded.

Seeing this, Lin Tingyue couldn’t help but snuggle against Bai Yaxin. "Mom is the best."

Bai Yaxin wrapped her arms around Lin Tingyue and Lin Xiawan. Honestly, if anything like this ever happened to her two precious daughters, she’d go berserk.

She stroked their heads and said, "Who cares about 'going back to your parents' home'? As long as your mom and dad are here, this will always be your home."

Lin Rusong agreed, "Exactly."

Lin Tingyue fell deep in thought.

...

Back home, Bai Yaxin heard that Feng Shuiyun’s father had come down hard on the situation. Though Feng Junchu wasn’t thrown out of the Feng family, he was stripped of everything.

Looking up, Bai Yaxin saw Lin Tingyue about to head out.

She asked, "Where'd you go?"

Lin Tingyue replied cheerfully, "I'm going to see Ning Ning."

Bai Yaxin waved her hand, "Go on then."

After Lin Tingyue left, Bai Yaxin nudged Lin Rusong and said, "Tingyue seems to be hanging out a lot with the Ying family lately."

"Yeah, real close."

"Do you remember last time? She seemed quite interested in Ying An."

"I remember. Didn’t we even interrogate Sheng Yan about it?" Lin Rusong finally got it. "Are you thinking of setting Tingyue up?"

Bai Yaxin said, "I’m just curious. If something like this really happens, we’ll have to check them out thoroughly. Men these days are so unreliable!"

Lin Rusong’s mind flashed back to all the gossip he had shared with Lin Tingyue, and his expression turned grave. "Tell me about it!"

"But with Tingyue's mind-reading, those men won't be able to hide any secrets."

Not only would they fail to hide them, but Lin Tingyue would spill all their secrets.

Yet, up to now, they still hadn’t figured out how it works.

Meanwhile, Lin Tingyue and Ying Ning finally met up.

Lin Tingyue grinned, "I thought it would be your brother again."

Ying Ning teased, "Then, Sister Tingyue, are you happy or disappointed?"

"Of course I’m…" Lin Tingyue looped her arm through Ying Ning’s, "happy."

"Giggle, I’m happy too. Hey, isn’t that my uncle/aunt?"

By the time Ying Ning tried to get a closer look, the person was gone.

Ying Ning said, "Haven’t seen my aunt in a few days. She seems way more stylish now."

"That wasn’t Ning Ning’s aunt at all!"

Ying Ning: "?"

"Well who was it then?"