Chapter Thirty-Seven: Each Carries a Ghost
Zhao Feiyan's mother's surname is Zhou, and her single name is a Lingren. was a second-tier star back then, and he could be regarded as good at singing and dancing, and when he was about to squeeze into the first line, he took a fancy to Zhao Litian's unlimited future, and insisted on following Zhao Litian, who was still a small supervisor at the time.
Zhao Litian's main wife, Ren Feng, is Zhao Litian's nobleman. Her family background is rich, and how many ups and downs the Zhao Group experienced in the early days of its establishment relied on Ren Feng's dowry, so that how many people said that the Zhao Group's surname was Ren behind their backs.
Of course, if it weren't for Zhao Litian's ability, I'm afraid that the company would not be able to develop today.
Ren Feng is a very strong and competitive woman, and the only hate in this life is that she did not give birth to a son in her belly, so that Zhao Lingfeng took it with her, so that Zhou Ling and Zhao Feiyan's mother and daughter could ascend to heaven and enter the door together.
But it's one thing to step through the door, and it's not so easy to live a peaceful birthday right under her nose.
Since the day Zhou Ling entered the door, she has not been able to raise her head and be a person, and Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Lingfeng have been called by mongrels since childhood.
Zhao Feiyan finished talking about these family grievances in her room, and the tea in Shang Yuetang's hand was already a little cold. She looked out the window with complicated eyes, retracted her gaze, and met Zhao Feiyan's delicate and sad eyes.
Zhou Ling was slapped again last night, and her face was still swollen at this point, and she stirred the apron in her hand uneasily, "Yan'er, Mom is fine." Why are you talking about this in front of your classmates......"
Zhao Feiyan interrupted Zhou Ling coldly, "Of course you're fine, licking your face and squeezing into the Zhao family, you got your wish." What the hell am I worried about? β
She hated so much in her heart that she didn't look like a 14-year-old girl at all. Shang Yuetang looked at Zhao Feiyan like this, and couldn't help but hurt her.
Zhou Ling felt that she owed her daughter, she didn't argue, she lowered her head and wiped her hands, these hands had long since disappeared from the delicate and white of the year.
Shang Yuetang smiled faintly, "Auntie, I'm not an outsider, have you ever seen Fei Yan bring other classmates back?" β
Zhou Ling was stunned and said busily, "It's not ......."
Shang Yuetang got up and put down the teacup, "I'm here to help Fei Yan, Auntie, if you believe me, why don't we discuss countermeasures together." β
Zhou Ling wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and cheered up. Zhao Feiyan glanced at Shang Yuetang and did not speak.
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On the afternoon of this day, laughter kept coming from Zhao Feiyan's room, and even Zhou Ling sang a Yue opera, which attracted the servants in Zhao's house to keep looking sideways. Ren Feng's eyes were more and more full of dark clouds.
When Zhao Feijie returned home in the afternoon, Ren Feng immediately called her daughter to the room and raised her hand to slap her.
"What can't you do even that little bastard?" There was a condensed anger in her voice, and the more angry she was, the colder her tone became.
Zhao Feiwen covered her face, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, "Little mongrels will be cheap, I won't." That businessman is a vixen, seduced the businessman's father and son, and ran rampant in the branch school. She hit the mongrel brother and sister, and neither brother nor sister dared to fight back! β
Ren Feng saw that his daughter couldn't hold her breath, and she was as arrogant as a peacock and refused to bow her head, so she sighed, "I thought I couldn't give birth to a son, so I could raise you like a son, who knew that you would end here." Forget it, I'll arrange for you to get married in two years. β
When Zhao Feijie heard this, the scene of Shang Muyan knocking herself in the music classroom flashed in her mind, two red clouds flew on her cheeks, and she pretended to be angry, "I don't want to marry that kid surnamed Shang!" β
Ren Feng narrowed his eyes, "Shang Muyan? Do you think businesses won't continue to climb the ladder? I tell you, don't think that the merchants are so noble, they want to marry my daughter, I may not agree! Your father will completely get rid of the control of the merchant in two years, and when the time comes, Shang Xingyu will bring his son to propose, and I may not agree! β
Zhao Feijing, who said this, was relieved and looked forward to it.
"However, for now, we have to save face with each other, and we can't startle the snake. Wait for dinner, don't go too far, I want to see how much ability that Shang Yuetang has. If she wants to use Shang Xingyu's face to manage the housework of our Zhao family, I will definitely make her lose face! β
Zhao Feiwen glanced at the second floor, her heart was full of disdain, "Shang Muyan doesn't know what's wrong, so he protects this adopted daughter from the countryside." I think that girl is a straw bag with a strong heart, and she may not dare to mention it when she eats. I will let her know that the surname here is Zhao, not Shang. β
Ren Feng stared at Zhao Feiyan's closed door, and showed a sneer for a long time, "What kind of stupid thing to say, she is not surnamed Shang." β
The Zhao family ushered in dinner time in an atmosphere of their own thoughts.
Shang Yuetang and Zhao Feiyan came out of the room with a smile and went to the restaurant together.
Zhao Litian's expression was a little abrupt, and he didn't come back to his senses until Shang Yuetang stood still.
Shang Yuetang looked delicate and lovely, and said sweetly, "Uncle, Auntie is a little tired, so she rested upstairs." Shall I send her something to eat with Fei Yan later? β
Zhao Litian was a little absent-minded, and after a while, he woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream, and nodded, "Okay, you sit down to eat first." β
After Shang Yuetang thanked him, he and Zhao Feiyan sat side by side opposite Ren Feng and Zhao Feiyan.
"Sister Zhao Feiwen, I greet you on behalf of my brother." Shang Yuetang greeted while catching Zhao Feijing's unnaturally slightly blushing cheeks.
As soon as Zhao Feiwen heard Shang Muyan mentioned, she immediately turned cold and turned her head sideways. But her emotions were a little eager to cover up and want to come out.
Shang Yuetang snickered in her heart, Ren Feng's ginger was old and spicy, but Zhao Feijie was too tender.
Tsundere's eldest lady or something is the best thing to do, in her last life, as a person who has come over, she is qualified to be a teacher for Zhao Feijing.
After she secretly made up her mind in her heart, she immediately spoke, "Uncle Zhao, I learned singing and dancing with Aunt Zhou for a long time in the afternoon, Auntie is really good, and her body is well maintained, but it seems that she is too tired in normal times." I see that there are a lot of servants in the Zhao family, why is it so tired of my aunt? β
Zhao Feiyan had some amazing admiration for Shang Yuetang's behavior of pretending to be stupid, knowing that her mother was made difficult by Ren Feng, she actually deliberately pretended to be stupid.
And Shang Yuetang continued to pretend to be stupid, and she never got tired of it, "The merchant is basically Sister-in-law Lan, and she can manage it in an orderly manner." β
Zhao Litian hates what he hates the most is to be compared with Shang Xingyu, not to mention that Sister-in-law Lan is a subordinate, but Zhou Ling is his little wife. As a man, of course, he couldn't bear this kind of questioning, so he immediately coughed dryly and then smiled, "Your Aunt Zhou wants to learn to be a housekeeper, but her energy can't keep up." How many times have I advised her. β
A glimmer of essence flashed in Ren Feng's eyes, staring at Shang Yuetang, and sniffing out a human spirit from this girl. She glanced at the cook, and the people understood and began to serve the food.
Shang Yuetang pretended not to see Ren Feng's small movements, nodded and responded to Zhao Litian, "I'll persuade Auntie, really, a good rich lady always pretends to be a servant, and she must be favored by her uncle." β
"Niece Yuetang, you try the sweet and sour fish. My chef's specialty is a dish. Ren Feng interrupted Shang Yuetang and reluctantly put a slight smirk on his face.
Shang Yuetang nodded, "Thank you, Aunt Feng." Eh, this fish is so delicious, should I go upstairs and serve it to Aunt Zhou? She secretly complained in her heart that she was still pretending to be naΓ―ve when she was old, and at the same time she lamented that it was convenient for children to pretend to be ignorant.
As soon as she entered the door, Ren Feng put down her chopsticks and made a loud "pop" sound. "Won't this little girl have any host-guest status?! The rules of my Zhao family, when did you allow that woman to eat at the table?! And eat a dish with me! She deserves it too! β
Zhao Litian is used to this, Zhao Feiwen is used to it, and Zhao Feiyan is also used to it.
Shang Yuetang, but she also expected it, she closed the door and said softly to Zhou Ling, "Aunt Zhou, are you ready?" β
Zhou Ling was putting on makeup, rubbing the powder, doubting in her heart, but nodding at the same time. "Hmm."
Shang Yuetang took out his mobile phone, dialed a phone number, and watched the contact's name flash, and a trace of undercurrent surged through his eyes.