Capítulo 1390: Chapter 1460: No Status for Half-Bloods
“Do you really think being the Feng Family’s heir is insignificant?”
“Honestly, I can’t bear to watch any longer.”
Feng Jianxi’s face was also extrely unpleasant; even more unpleasant because he couldn’t fathom Feng Zhenzhen’s intentions. Before, he thought Feng Zhenzhen was a simpleton, easily read.
But today, Feng Zhenzhen behaved quite differently.
If it were her earlier temperant, she would have been furious long ago. She couldn’t stand anyone snatching things from her, especially the position of Family Head.
Yet today, she seed to have a good relationship with Sheng Ning, as if they were getting along well—whether fake or genuine, he couldn’t tell.
If genuine, fine. But if it’s fake, he truly misjudged her.
Various speculations whirled in Feng Jianxi’s mind, making him quite restless.
“Stop talking nonsense, Sister Zhenzhen hasn’t said anything, why are you all talking so much?” Feng Xintong shrank her neck, looking as if wanting to stand up for Feng Zhenzhen yet appearing timid.
Standing at the second-floor railing, Feng Zhenzhen coldly observed the performance downstairs.
Though she disliked Sheng Ning, seeing the falseness and foulness below made her realize Sheng Ning’s straightforwardness wasn’t as detestable as she imagined. The competition for the Feng Family heir was brutal, to put it mildly.
She sat on this throne for ten years; these ten years, though arrogant and willful, were filled with fear, deep-seated terror of becoming a loser, to kneel in defeat and beg with tail between legs.
Sotis she didn’t even want to be any sort of heir.
But if she weren’t the Feng Family heir, why would she be so esteed everywhere, always a guest of honor? Wearing the best clothes, adorned with the most expensive jewelry, making connections with the most refined friends.
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After Feng Xintong spoke, she quietly glanced upstairs, then concealed the trace of disgust in her eyes.
She loathed Feng Zhenzhen for exhibiting a superior air as if floating above it all. It’s sickening, who’s she trying to impress?
“Humph! Talking so enthusiastically!” Feng Zhenzhen snorted disdainfully, “What qualifications do you have to talk?” Her condescending gaze swept over the people below.
“All of you, without any inheritance rights, our Feng Family takes you in, so you should know your place, don’t act like you’re not outsiders.” When angry, her words were always venomous.
Especially towards those she wholeheartedly despised—those without inheritance rights.
Mixed heritage had no status in the Feng Family.
Feng Xintong’s face turned ashen; her hand beside her leg left bloody marks from her pinching. She too was a mixed heritage without inheritance rights—nicely put, mixed heritage, harshly put, mongrel.
“Zhenzhen, go rest! You must be tired.” Feng Jianxi played the peacemaker role, seeing Feng Zhenzhen’s current state, he finally felt relieved. Thankfully! Thankfully! She wasn’t truly indifferent, nor was her facade perfect.
Look, as soon as Sheng Ning left, she revealed her true colors—it couldn’t hold for even a mont longer.
Soon enough, these words would spread, reaching the ears they needed to.
“Feng Zhenzhen, you’re outrageous, don’t think you can act recklessly just because you’re the heir.”
“Humph! How am I outrageous? Go on, tell ?”
“You…”
“Alright, stop talking, you’ve worked all day, hurry and go rest!” Feng Jianxi dispersed them all.
Feng Zhenzhen snorted again as she returned to her room, exhausted from the day’s effort; she needed a good hot bath.
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