After Feng Yanjun left the manor with Yang Xiaoru, the room became quiet for a moment. Feng Yanhong rubbed her head and sat down, her thoughts becoming clearer and clearer.
Yang Xiaoru said that her father worked in the Cultural Affairs Bureau, but did not specify the specific job. Her mother was a dance teacher and is now retired at home.
Judging from Yang Xiaoru's conversation and quality, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can cultivate.
Her family situation is definitely not that simple, and I can't help but worry when I think about it.
In Fu Minxia's family, her uncle worked as a secretary in Yincheng, and her aunt was the director of the hospital. They looked down on a family like theirs, so they specially transferred Fu Minxia to another city, just in case.
What about Yang Xiaoru’s family?
She didn't dare to think in a good direction. After all, it was her brother's matter, and she still had to be prepared.
Thinking of this, he ignored his mother's cheerful appearance and went upstairs on his own.
The first person she could think of was naturally Qi Liangjun. After all, his network of contacts was not only in the business world, but he also knew many people in the political world.
"Your surname is Yang, you work at the Cultural Bureau, and your wife is a dance teacher?" Putting these comprehensive conditions together, Qi Liangjun took stock in his mind and quickly found someone who matched the characteristics.
"It's Yang Shuxing, right? He was just transferred to the next city at the beginning of this year to be the director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau. His wife is not only a dance teacher, but also the youngest daughter of the founding father of the Xiang family, from a well-known family."
After hearing about the situation of the Yang family, Feng Yanhong's heart sank again. Although Yang Shuxing was born in poverty, she was still a college student, and her mother's background was even more prominent.
Has Yanjun ever been to someone else’s house?
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Mr. Qi." Feng Yanhong thanked her politely and was about to hang up. Qi Liangjun on the other end of the phone didn't seem to end the conversation just like that.
"Yanhong is in Haishi? Do you want to meet me?" Qi Liangjun's hair has turned mostly gray in the past six months, and his voice is much more vicissitudes than before.
"Okay, I will come to visit you whenever you have time." Feng Yanhong returned low-key this time, but Qi Liangjun knew about her return, so it was not surprising.
"No, whenever you have time tomorrow, I will pay a visit to your mansion." Qi Liangjun's figure looked particularly modest.
What is this asking of her?
"I will be at home tomorrow. It depends on your time."
Qi Liangjun made an appointment with her in the morning and hung up the phone without exchanging a few words.
Feng Yanhong was worried, but Feng Yanjun returned to his house with a happy face, took out his account book and began to liquidate his assets and available cash.
Early the next morning, Feng Yanjun originally agreed with Yang Xiaoru to pick her up from work, but when the time came, she was never seen coming out of the community.
Xiaoru would never break an appointment for no reason, she must have encountered something!
Feng Yanjun stepped forward impatiently and wanted to inquire about the situation of the Yang family, but was ruthlessly rejected. Not only did he not answer questions, he was also ordered to leave the area.
Seeing that there was no use staying here, Feng Yanjun decided to go to the manor to find a solution for her sister and see if she could find someone to ask what happened to the Yang family.
Feng Yanjun's car entered the manor one step ahead of Qi Liangjun, and rushed into the house in a hurry, startling Bai Xiu.
"Mom, auntie, is my sister up?" It's not too early at this time, but since his sister became pregnant, she has become lethargic, and sleeping in is common.
By chance, Feng Yanhong had already changed into decent clothes and came down from upstairs. Seeing Feng Yanjun's panicked look, she immediately had a suspicion in her mind.
"What's going on in the panic?"
"I made an appointment with Xiaoru yesterday to pick her up to go to work, but she hasn't gone out this morning. The guard refused to let me in, and refused to tell me the situation. I..."
There is no need for Feng Yanjun to go on. The Yang family must not agree with the two of them.
Feng Yanhong didn't panic and asked Feng Yanjun about her knowledge of the Yang family.
"Do you know what Yang Xiaoru's parents do? Do you know your home phone number?"
"Ah? Didn't Xiaoru say that yesterday?" Feng Yanjun looked confused.
Feng Yanhong looked at her silly brother and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, wondering whether she should tell him the truth or let him dig out the truth on his own.
After thinking about it again and again, she felt that Yanjun had to find out and solve this matter by himself, and it would be of no benefit to Yanjun if she helped too much.
"Before you came to our house, you had never been to Xiaoru's house? You didn't ask their parents' opinions in advance, so you dared to bring someone home?"
"You let Xiaoru's family know, what should they think?"
Feng Yanjun's mind was spinning rapidly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his brows, but he soon relaxed.
"Well, then I will prepare things now and pay a visit."
Feng Yanhong nodded. If he wanted to remedy the situation, he could only do it by himself. No one else could help him. This was best.
Yang Xiaoru was locked at home by her mother. She had mixed feelings, was anxious and angry. Later, she found that the phone lines in her room had been cut off by her mother, and she sat down on the bed filled with grief and indignation.
"Mom, you can't be so unreasonable! Haven't you always taught me that you can't look down on people because of their profession, let alone put their personality under your feet?"
"It is true that his academic qualifications are low, but he is studying hard now. And didn't I tell you everything yesterday? He and his sister have been working hard to get rid of their own destiny, why do you still treat people like this?
Are you disappointed?"
The more Yang Xiaoru talked, the more aggrieved she became, and she even started sobbing. She felt that her mother's current actions were completely contrary to the education she had given her in the past.
She had clearly told her last night how the Feng family treated her, as well as the nature of Feng Yanjun's work and his study situation!
Why is it like this again today, and she has to be locked up? She even made an appointment with Yanyan to go to work today!
"Do you have any conscience, girl? Isn't your mother doing this for your own good? If he works so hard to improve, why would he bother to try so hard to get you?"
"Why don't you fall in love with the help of your father and your grandparents! Xiaoru, my mother has seen more people like him than you. These people are all very good at plotting. You silly girl doesn't even care.
You can't outwit others."
Xiang Rong was so worried that she couldn't sleep all night last night. She and Lao Yang just had such a precious daughter, and they couldn't bear to let her get hurt in the slightest since she was a child.
I didn't care about that much this morning, so I called Yang Shuxing's office directly and gave him a death order that he must rush back today. He is already on the way.
"Mom! It's not what you think. He and his family don't know about you and your father at all. I haven't even mentioned your father's name. How can you think of others like this?!"
"I took the initiative to pursue him, not him who found me! Are you satisfied with this answer?"
The mother and daughter were separated by a door, each wiping away tears, but their expressions were exactly the same.
"Didn't you also fall in love with your father's talent and decide to marry him? You haven't met anyone yet, how can you deny someone with just a few words?" Yang Xiaoru sobbed with grief and anger.
As he walked to the door, his voice became louder.
When Xiang Rong heard his daughter's words, he also lost his temper. He gritted his teeth and pointed at the door panel and said:
"How can he compare with your father? Your father is a college student after all, a talented student in the school. He is semi-literate. To put it mildly, he is a blind drifter!"
"You don't need to say anything. I've already asked for leave for you. You can rest at home these days. When your father settles the matter, you can go back to the drama troupe."