Chapter 15 Yang Qianyu slaps the backhand and slaps it back
After saying that, Yang Qianyu turned around and left.
"Stop!" Yang Caiyue actually stepped forward and grabbed her, squinting her eyes fiercely, "Who do you think you are, humiliating me?"
"Oh, are you Mrs. Feng?" Yang Qianyu blinked her big eyes, "As far as I know, Mr. Feng hasn't married you yet, right?"
"You——" It's really a matter of not mentioning something. This topic is simply a minefield for Yang Caiyue!
She was already very angry in front of Feng Moyan. She thought she would find a soft persimmon to squeeze, but Yang Caiyue raised her hand and slapped her without even thinking!
But the next second, there was a "pop", and her face was also hit sideways, and the force was even harder.
Yang Qianyu lowered her finger, her face instantly turned cold and frightening, "If you go crazy, go to a mental hospital and stay there. Don't go around biting people, or you'll be beaten to death like a mad dog!"
"You! How dare you hit me!" Yang Caiyue covered her face, her eyes red with anger, and she gritted her teeth, "Don't think that because you look like Mo Yan's ex-wife and you are pestered by that dead girl to call her mom, you can become a member of the Feng family
Young Mistress! I am kind to the Feng family, and I will not marry any other woman except me, Mo Yan!"
Yang Qianyu understood and smiled disdainfully, "So you chased me out to give me a blow just to remind me of this? It seems that that man didn't treat you well, otherwise you wouldn't have such low self-esteem that you would be like a warrior. It's really
Pitiful!"
There were people watching on the street. Yang Qianyu couldn't afford to lose this person, so she turned around and left after saying this.
Yang Caiyue angrily stood on the roadside for a long time, cursed the passers-by who were watching, and left angrily on high heels.
Upstairs in the piano store, Wang Cheng stood by the window and saw the scene clearly.
"Mr. Feng, they left separately."
Feng Moyan seemed surprised and said quietly: "So fast?"
"Yang Caiyue slapped his wife, and she slapped her back unceremoniously."
The man raised his eyes, and this time the surprise on his face was more obvious.
All evil will be repaid...
This is not the character of the little woman before.
He was lost in thought. Could it be that he made a mistake in his judgment?
"How is the matter you were asked to investigate?"
"The European side is still investigating. As far as we know so far, there is no problem."
"No problem? You mean, there is really a person named Ruan Qing?"
"Yes, there is a local Chinese family whose ancestors immigrated to Europe for business. Ms. Ruan graduated from Stanford University and then opened her own jewelry studio. Because of her cutting-edge style and bold publicity, she quickly made a name for herself in the industry. Europe
Many celebrities and nobles like her works, and she has also been invited to attend some royal banquets."
After Wang Cheng said this, he saw his boss was deep in thought and remained silent. He paused and offered some advice: "Actually, it's easy to prove your identity."
Feng Moyan glanced at him.
Wang Cheng cleared his throat, "You... find a chance to have an affair with her, or... well, get closer, and then pull out a hair when she's not prepared and do a paternity test with Miss Xixi, right?"
DNA comparison - the simplest, fastest, most efficient and accurate method!
Feng Moyan looked at him and suddenly raised his lips, "I found that you are not good at doing serious things, but you are good at doing evil things."
Wang Cheng smiled and said doggedly: "Thank you for your compliments, Mr. Feng."
Feng Moyan rubbed his chin. This method was available, but how to implement it was a problem.
For more than four years, he had never been close to a woman. Even though Yang Caiyue was known as the Feng family's quasi-young mistress, she had never been intimate with her, and even holding hands was just for fun.
But now, he was asked to take the initiative to have an affair with a "strange" woman...
President Feng Da is a little worried.
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Yangxinyuan is the most upscale nursing home in Jiangcheng. The people who live here are either rich or noble.
The eldest lady of the Feng family, Feng Moyan's biological sister Feng Shiwen, has lived here for more than ten years.
Yang Caiyue drove to Feng Shiwen's small single-family house and saw her sitting in the sun from a distance, sketching the scenery of Daishan Mountain not far away.
"Oh, if a sick seedling had not been born into a wealthy family like the Feng family, with countless money to support it, grass would have grown in its grave long ago." The car turned off, and Yang Caiyue muttered, pushing
When I got out of the car, there was a smile on my face again.
"Wenwen!"
Feng Shiwen turned around in her wheelchair and immediately smiled, "Yueyue, you're here! Just in time, hurry up, be a model for me!"
When Yang Caiyue heard about being a model, she felt disgusted in her heart, but she still said enthusiastically: "Okay! I knew you couldn't find a model, so I took the initiative to send it to your door!"
"Yueyue, you are the best!"
Yang Caiyue walked over, sat down on a stool, and then posed according to Feng Shiwen's request.
Feng Shiwen was frail and sickly. If she had not found a suitable kidney source and successfully performed a kidney transplant four years ago, she would have died long ago.
The great benefactor who provided the kidney source was the model sitting in front of her at this time - Yang Caiyue.
Organ donation between non-relatives is very rare in China, so Yang Caiyue became the benefactor of the entire Feng family, and Feng Moyan also promised to marry her and take care of her throughout her life.
Yang Caiyue came here for a purpose, so she was absent-minded. Feng Shiwen quickly noticed it and asked while sketching: "In a bad mood? Is my brother bullying you again?"
When she finally asked, Yang Caiyue immediately sighed and said plaintively: "Hey... I really have a hard life. It's not good to like anyone. But if I like your brother, I guess I will never win his heart in this life."
Feng Shiwen smiled and said, "What do you want to do to win his heart? Anyway, Young Madam Feng's position is definitely yours."
"Not always."
Feng Shiwen raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean? My brother has a new love?"
"It's more serious than this!" Yang Caiyue's expression changed and she was about to put down her hands, but was immediately reminded by Feng Shiwen to rearrange her hands.
She was extremely impatient and couldn't show it. She moved and sat down again before saying, "Do you remember that jewelry designer I told you about? We finally invited her back from Europe, but she didn't
Play a big role!"
"Well, what then?"
"Today, your brother made an appointment with her again, and I went too. Who do you think that person looks like?"
"Who does it look like?" Feng Shiwen looked indifferent.
"Like Yang Qianyu!"
The sketch pen on the drawing board suddenly stopped, Feng Shiwen raised her head and stared at Yang Caiyue, "You mean my dead ex-sister-in-law?"
"Yes!" Finally getting to the point, Yang Caiyue couldn't sit still, stood up and sat next to Feng Shiwen, and said seriously, "Really, it looks very similar, but this designer's clothes are very avant-garde, very fashionable, and his personality is independent.
Domineering, she looks much more capable and shrewd than Yang Qianyu, who is gentle, dignified and ladylike!"
Feng Shiwen smiled, dropped the brush, and moved closer to the wheelchair, "You mean, is it possible that my brother still loves Yang Qianyu, so when he saw someone who looked like her, he couldn't help but fall in love?