He dotes on this granddaughter because she resembles the Grand Aunt, not just in appearance, but also in personality and temper. However, his sister was exceptionally intelligent, and it wouldn’t do for Zhenzhen, now twenty years old, to still have the spoiled temperant of a young lady.
How will she inherit the vast Feng Family in the future?
"Alright, Mr. Feng." Housekeeper Xing bowed humbly.
"I don’t want to study at all. My hobbies are dancing and singing. I want to beco a big star in the future." Feng Zhenzhen, both beautiful and wealthy, is captivated by things that are glamorous and attention-grabbing for young girls.
She has no interest in dealing with lifeless matters all day.
"Nonsense." Mr. Feng said, displeased.
Unfortunately, Feng Zhenzhen had never feared him since childhood and paid no heed to his words. Instead, her gaze was drawn to the silver necklace on the table. Quick as a flash, she reached out and picked up the necklace to examine it.
"This is Mithril, isn’t it?" Indeed, as a descendant of a century-old clan, even if she doesn’t like it, she has basic discernnt. "But it’s too ordinary, not worth much money. How could sothing like this be worthy of your desk, Grandpa? It’s simply debasing it."
Having said that, she casually tossed the necklace, perfectly landing it into the trash bin beside the table.
Housekeeper Xing was startled and tried to stop her, but it was too late.
The necklace was thrown into the trash bin, and Mr. Feng’s face darkened abruptly. He was an elderly man with exceptionally good composure, adept at controlling his emotions, and even when angry, most people couldn’t tell.
At this mont, he stared unblinkingly at Feng Zhenzhen, the disgust in his eyes completely undisguised.
"Grandpa..." Feng Zhenzhen nearly stumbled in her high heels, realizing she had made a huge blunder. She hurriedly bent down to retrieve the necklace from the trash bin.
"Grandpa, please don’t be angry. I was too headstrong. This... does this necklace have so special significance?"
"Soone co!" Mr. Feng said nothing more, but instead called out to the outside.
"Hello, Mr. Feng, what do you need?" A middle-aged butler wearing the sa traditional attire walked in and bowed. His surna was Ni, and he had been with Mr. Feng for decades. He and Housekeeper Xing were the two Grand Stewards of Feng Manor, one managing external affairs and the other internal.
"Lock her up in the shrine, let her carefully contemplate her mistakes, and only release her when she knows she was wrong. No food or drink allowed."
"Yes!" Chief Ni bowed, gesturing politely to Feng Zhenzhen, "Lady Zhenzhen, please."
Though Chief Ni managed internal affairs, anyone who underestimated him as a re servant would be gravely mistaken. Even the spoiled Feng Zhenzhen dared not disobey. She took one last look at Mr. Feng and followed Chief Ni out.
"Mr. Feng, Lady Zhenzhen is still young. She’ll understand in a few years."
"Enough, I shouldn’t have forced her." The elderly sighed deeply, taking a black velvet jewelry box and cautiously placing the necklace inside. "Go and summon Xiao Si."
"Yes."
Not long after, a young man in a suit entered. His features distinctly exhibited the refined visage typical of The Fengs. He was the elderly man’s grandson, ranked fourth in the family, nad Feng Jianxi.
He had begun to engage in the family business, specifically overseeing the auction house.
"Grandpa, you called for ."
The elderly man handed over the jewelry box, "Have this item maintained and then return it to ."
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