"Who upset you?" Chief Ni was astonished, "This is truly rare!" He thought he would never in his life see Housekeeper Xing lose his temper!
"A trivial person." Housekeeper Xing couldn’t be bothered to ntion Gu Yunbo’s na, and casually asked, "Why are you still up so late?"
"Sir has had trouble sleeping lately, so I just brought him a cup of ginseng tea."
Mr. Feng’s daily routines are all personally attended to by Chief Ni.
"Sir isn’t asleep yet?"
"Yes! Lately, sir has had things on his mind, sleeping even less than usual."
"Nobody’s been disturbing sir, have they?" Housekeeper Xing recalled the last ti the imposter Sheng Ning ca to complain to sir, feeling extrely annoyed.
In the Feng Family, no one ever cos to complain to sir. Because that would only show their weakness and incompetence; the result of complaining is losing their inheritance rights. So for all these years, no matter how wronged they felt at ho, no one would co to complain.
Over ti, the Feng children also developed strong survival skills.
"No! But..." Chief Ni thought of the recent commotion in the estate and helplessly shook his head, "Ever since Sheng Ning arrived, it’s been quite the daily drama at ho."
"It will get even livelier in the future." Sir has already decided to choose an heir from the third generation; this is just the beginning. What’s to co will be truly cruel.
Just as Housekeeper Xing finished speaking, Mr. Feng’s gentle voice ca from the study.
"Is Xiao Xing back? Co in!"
"Yes!" Housekeeper Xing nodded and pushed the door open to enter.
In the study, only one desk lamp was lit, the soft light illuminating the desk, casting brilliant colors on the jade paperweight. Mr. Feng was draped in a woolen blanket, leaning back on the sofa, resting his eyes.
"Sir, why aren’t you resting?"
"Can’t sleep." The old gentleman opened his eyes, clear and sharp, "Why are you so late returning? Is there progress?"
"Yes!" Housekeeper Xing bent over to answer.
"Sit down!" Mr. Feng pointed to the chair opposite, "Don’t just stand there. I see you looking up."
"Yes!" Housekeeper Xing respectfully sat down in the chair opposite, "Sir, it has now been confird that the owner of Mithril is indeed Sheng Ning, and the one at ho is definitely an imposter."
"I see..." The old gentleman hesitated for a mont, then slowly said, "Tomorrow, arrange for soone to take the imposter out more; I think Xintong is quite fond of the imposter."
Despite sir rarely making appearances, he understood clearly everything happening in the estate.
"Yes, I believe Lady Xintong will be very delighted."
"Furthermore, the real Sheng Ning is the granddaughter of my Grand Aunt, the only granddaughter." Housekeeper Xing continued to report.
"Really?" The old gentleman sat upright, "Is my sister still alive? Is this matter clear?"
Housekeeper Xing slowly shook his head, "She passed away many years ago."
"Indeed... It’s been more than half a century; when we separated back then, I knew my sister and I were not fated to et again in this life." For a mont, Mr. Feng felt a sense of loss and sadness, but more than that, he accepted it calmly.
He was, after all, advanced in age, nearly buried up to his neck, having long seen through life and death. Though he always hoped to see his sister one last ti, he knew clearly.
The chance was nonexistent.
"Grand Aunt had two sons and a daughter. I heard the eldest son has already beco President, and the younger son Vice President."
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