Chapter 14: Feng Qianru's Loss of Composure

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  "Coach Peng, it's settled then. The day after tomorrow at 8 pm, I'll come to pick you up at the school gate with my car. Professor Feng found a buyer who is very busy and can only spare half a day to meet you, so you must be punctual and remember to bring your things." Before parting ways, Feng Qianru repeatedly reminded him, her expression extremely serious.

  Peng Yuanzheng smiled and said, "Alright, I understand. Don't worry, I'll definitely be there on time."

  Feng Qianru's elegant and noble face floated with a smile, lessening her high and mighty demeanor while adding complexity and gentleness.

  If nothing unexpected happens, this tall and simple young man in front of her is likely to be her cousin, the only third-generation descendant of the Feng family who was lost among the people.

  Peng Yuanzheng clearly captured the emotional fluctuations in Feng Qianru's eyes, and he slowly stretched out his hand to Feng Qianru, smiling and saying, "Feng Xue Mei, thank you. You've really helped me out. Once things are settled, I'll definitely treat you to a good meal."

  Feng Qianru's mouth twitched slightly, and for a moment she was at a loss for words.

  It was supposed to be a stepping stone into a wealthy family and a key to leapfrogging to success, but the person in front of her didn't know that at all, still babbling on about selling it for money... How vulgar! Feng Qianru's emotions were in turmoil, to the point where she forgot to hide her feelings.

  Feng Qianru subconsciously stretched out her hand as well, allowing Peng Yuanzheng to hold it. Suddenly, she raised an eyebrow and asked softly, "Coach Peng, I'm asking a question that I shouldn't be asking, are you really going to sell the jade pendant?"

  "Of course."

  "But if you take off your gloves, what if one day your father's identity becomes clear and you lose the evidence to acknowledge him, what will you do then?"

  "I still have the recognition documents, which should be left by my grandfather. With this handwritten document, even if I don't have the jade pendant, I can still recognize it. Moreover, I've already taken a photo of the jade pendant and saved it. On the other hand, if I couldn't recognize it, keeping the jade pendant would be useless, right?"

  Feng Qianru's willow eyebrows jumped lightly.

  "She said with a slight tension, 'Can you take out that recognition document of yours and let me have a look?'"

  Last time Peng Yuanzheng showed Feng Botao a photo, she wanted to see the real thing.

  At this moment, Feng Qianru is no longer the noble and radiant lady of a wealthy family, but has become a child who can't wait to see her toys.

  She was completely unaware that her reserve, introversion and composure had all been broken by Peng Yuanzheng's light and casual words, and her entire emotions had been mobilized and fell into the rhythm controlled by Peng Yuanzheng.

  Peng Yuanzheng nodded, carefully took out the rough paper of Old Feng's handwriting from his diary, and unfolded it for Feng Qianru to see.

  At the moment she saw the handwriting, Feng Qianru's slender figure trembled slightly. At a glance, she knew that it was her grandfather's handwriting, strong and powerful, with a majestic momentum, especially the signature "Feng Yunlong", the first stroke of the last character "Long" had a hooked arc, which was a unique writing habit of Old Feng.

  Feng Lao's former name was indeed Feng Yunlong, and when he was awarded the rank of Lieutenant General at the beginning of the founding of the country, he changed his name to Feng Peirong for a special reason.

  Feng Qianru's eyes were dim and distant, her mind racing with thoughts.

  "Feng Xue Mei?!" A soft call from Peng Yuanzheng's voice came to her ears, and Feng Qianru just woke up like a dream. She forced a smile and looked at Peng Yuanzheng deeply, her voice was very soft and gentle. "Coach Peng, the buyer will definitely ask you about the origin of this jade pendant. To prove its legitimacy, I think you should also bring this document with you. Remember to bring the actual object, not just a photo."

  "Oh?" Peng Yuanzheng glanced at Feng Qianru, "Alright, anyway we're in the open and not afraid of being seen."

  "Alright, it's settled then. I'll go first, see you later. This is my phone number, if there's an emergency, you can call me." Feng Qianru felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she handed Peng Yuanzheng a piece of paper with her home phone number on it and turned to leave.

  She didn't dare stay any longer or talk to Peng Yuanzheng again. She was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions and let Peng Yuanzheng see something.

  In fact, for her, today's performance was already somewhat out of character.

  As he watched Feng Qianru and a few others get into a black sedan and leave, Peng Yuanzheng's smile faded, his eyes becoming serious.

  If he didn't guess wrong, the so-called Professor Feng should be the eldest son of the Feng family, Feng Botao, who later grew up to be the second-generation pillar of the Feng family, and the "busy buyer" recommended by Professor Feng was none other than the old master of the Feng family.

  The day after tomorrow, he will be taken to the Feng family and receive the "inspection" and "review" of Old Master Feng. If that jade pendant is indeed a treasure passed down by the Feng family and left for their lost son, then this recognition will be 80% successful.

  However, Peng Yuanzheng always felt that things seemed a bit too smooth. Successfully getting close to Feng Qianru, then successfully catching Feng Qianru's attention, and through Feng Qianru, bringing out the Feng family members, until finally, Old Man Feng was about to make an appearance. Everything was logical and coherent, yet also suspiciously perfect.

  Can recognize relatives of a wealthy family, especially like Feng's family such a red noble family, is it really so easy?

  Decades of life experience and ups and downs in his past lives have told Peng Yuanzheng that things that go against the norm are ominous, but when things go too smoothly, they also seem somewhat abnormal.

  Leaving Jinghua University, Peng Yuanzheng slowly headed towards Wang Biao's home.

  "What bird is perched on the tree? Chirp, chirp, chirp..."

  On both sides of the road, a famous male singer's popular song "Love Bird" was playing in the shops, but it sounded like noise and disturbance to Peng Yuanzheng's ears, making him feel somewhat annoyed.

  Feng Bolin's home.

  Feng Bolin was chain-smoking in the living room, his wife Zhang Lan standing beside him with a frown.

  "Bo Ling, can't you stop smoking? Tell me, is that kid really the son of Old Er's lost child?" Zhang Lan asked hastily.

  Although Feng Bolin is the second child in the Feng family, in fact, within the Feng family, the real "second child" is the lost son of Old Man Feng.

  Feng Bolin fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt and said in a low voice, "Don't you know what kind of person Big Brother is? If he didn't have absolute confidence, how would he dare to disturb Old Master! I reckon, nine out of ten, it must be Second Brother's child!"

  "The jade pendant is genuine, and their family background, his birthdate, can all prove that he is very likely to be the long-lost second son."

  "So we just sit back and watch this kid come and claim kinship? The Old Feng family was originally our family's distant relative, but suddenly a new character appears out of nowhere - with the old master and mistress's temper, they will definitely compensate him generously, who knows, maybe even let him replace our family's Yuan Hua's position, then in the future..." Zhang Lan said tightly pursing her lips, lowering her voice.

  Feng Bolin sprang up in anger, staring at his wife, "Then what do you suggest we do? After all, it's the blood of our Feng family. If it's true, can we not acknowledge it? The old man won't agree to it either!"

  "I don't care, you have to think of a way, our Farhua..."

  Zhang Lan's words were not yet finished, and her son Feng Yuanhua, who was still in his second year at Beijing Foreign Studies University, slowly walked over from the study, with a smile that was not quite a smile, saying, "Dad, Mom, don't fight anymore. What's the big deal? It's just Grandpa bringing back another grandson... a country bumpkin, what can he possibly achieve? What's there to be afraid of?"

  "Yuánhúa, you don't understand." Zhang Lán furrowed her brow, "The old Féng family is not like other families. If the old master takes a liking to him, even an ugly duckling can become a phoenix. Let alone this kid being a graduate of Jīnghuá University, he probably won't be too bad."