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    No!

    Meng Xu'an's words rang in Feng Shizhen's ears.

    ¡°It won¡¯t be long before everyone in Shanghai will know of his existence.¡±

    What does he mean?  Are you going to force Rong Dingkun to recognize his son?

    What benefits can come from recognizing your son?  It's just a matter of sharing more of the family property.  The Meng family is now extremely wealthy, so they shouldn't care about the Rong family's share of the family fortune.

    So you want to use your nephew to ward off Ying Rong and Ding Kun?

    But judging from Meng Xu'an's attitude towards Meng Jiu, she still protects him.  Will he expose his sick nephew who is unable to protect himself in order to take revenge on Rong Dingkun?  After all, Meng Jiu was also his sister's flesh and blood. Would he also hate this nephew because he hated Rong Dingkun?

    Feng Shizhen couldn¡¯t figure it out after much thought, and laughed at himself: What does the grudge between the Rong family and the Meng family have to do with you?  Just keep an eye on the Rong family.

    Although he was thinking this way, Feng Shizhen had a restless sleep for the rest of the night.  She first dreamed that she was standing in the studio and Meng Jiu was throwing paint at her frantically.  She dodged several times and was finally hit.  The red paint spread on his body, exuding a pungent stench.  She looked down and realized that the mass on her body was blood.

    She raised her head in horror and saw that Meng Jiu had transformed into Rong Jiashang.  There was no trace of blood on Qingjun's face, his eyes were blue, and he stared at her coldly and full of disgust.

    "Jia Shang" Feng Shizhen's heart ached as if it had been dug out.

    Rong Jiashang suddenly raised his hand high, his hand was bloody and bloody, and a ball of flesh was still beating freely.

    Feng Shizhen lowered his head and saw a big bloody hole in his chest. The heart that should have been inside was being pinched by Rong Jiashang.

    "Give it back to me!" Feng Shizhen begged, clutching his chest and begging Rong Jiashang, "Please, give it back to me!"

    Rong Jiashang sneered, and the lips she had kissed spoke indifferent words: "What does a woman like you want to do with your heart? You just want to take revenge, but here you come to seduce me. You pretend to be so noble and pure, but in fact  She is just like those women, vain, hypocritical and despicable."

    Feng Shizhen walked towards him, like a barefoot person stepping on a thorny road, and fell down before taking two steps.  She lay on the ground, tears rolling down her face.  She hated herself for being weak, but had no choice but to continue climbing towards Rong Jia.

    But no matter how hard Feng Shizhen climbed, he stayed where he was.  Rong Jiashang stood opposite her, as if he could touch her if he tried harder, but the distance became an insurmountable gap.

    "Please" Feng Shizhen gave up his self-esteem and begged for mercy sadly, "Don't torture me anymore."

    Rong Jiashang watched with cold eyes as she struggled under her feet. Her face was so beautiful, yet so cold and heartbreaking.

    "You are a liar, Feng Shizhen! I will never believe you again!"

    "No" Feng Shizhen cried and trembled, and defended without a word, "NoActually, II also"

    "Shizhen!"

    With a flash of ice on his face, Feng Shizhen woke up suddenly and gasped for air.

    "It's okay!" Mrs. Feng took away the cold handkerchief, replaced it with a hot towel, and wiped the cold sweat on her daughter's face. "It's just a nightmare. It will be fine when you wake up."

    Feng Shixun stood at the head of the bed, rubbed Feng Shizhen's head, and looked obviously relieved.

    "Why are you having nightmares and talking nonsense? What are you dreaming about?"

    "How can you remember what happened in the dream?" Feng Shizhen took the handkerchief and wiped his face himself. His body was still trembling slightly due to the excitement in the dream, but his heart stayed safely in his chest and beat strongly.  With.  Feng Shizhen patted his chest and let out a long breath.

    It was already dawn. When Feng Shixun saw that his sister was fine, he went out to work.

    After Mrs. Feng waited for her son to leave, she asked her daughter in a low voice: "Did you dream about that thing when you were a child again?"

    Feng Shizhen was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "No."

    Mrs. Feng was a little uneasy, "I told you not to laugh. In fact, I dreamed about your mother a while ago."

    "Mom!" Feng Shizhen was shocked, "What are you talking about?"

    Mrs. Feng said with a sad face: "It was your father who went to handle the funeral arrangements, and I didn't see her appearance. But the woman in the dream looked a lot like you, so I knew she was your biological mother. She was  First she kowtowed to me and said thank you for raising you. Then she said that she was leaving and could no longer take care of you. I thought she was finally going to reincarnate."

    Feng Shizhen was dumbfounded.  She has received advanced education?Women are not as superstitious about ghosts and gods as their parents were, and they only listen to their mothers' words like stories.

    "Then she said something very strange." Mrs. Feng frowned, "I still don't understand what it means?"

    "What did she say?" Feng Shizhen's curiosity was aroused.

    Mrs. Feng said: "She said, let me advise you to stay away from your biological father."

    Like a thunder exploding above his head, Feng Shizhen froze.  She was constantly frightened from last night's cocktail party to her dream.  Unexpectedly, they all woke up, and Leng Buding was frightened by her mother's dream and broke into a cold sweat.  The incident that Rong Jia mentioned last night about searching for the child's body after the incident resurfaced in his mind, carrying a strong cold frost that chilled Feng Shizhen's teeth.

    "Do you think this is strange?" Mrs. Feng held her daughter's hand, "Haven't we never been able to find your biological father? Why do we ask you to stay away from him?"

    "I don't know either." Feng Shizhen's voice was dry, and he was a little stunned. "When did this happen?"

    "A few months ago," Mrs. Feng said, "when your eldest brother hadn't returned to China. But I only dreamed about it once. I didn't even tell your father, for fear that he would blame me for being troublesome."

    Feng Shizhen laughed dryly, "That's it?"

    Mrs. Feng nodded, "I woke up after she finished speaking. I even burned incense for her behind your back that day. Oh, she is your mother after all."

    "You are also my biological mother." Feng Shizhen hugged Mrs. Feng affectionately and said coquettishly, "Doesn't it mean that my mother doesn't love me because I'm not her biological child?"

    Mrs. Feng was coaxed to laugh by her, and stretched out her hand to twist her nose, "Our old Feng family can't raise a girl like you who stays in bed even though she works three hours a day!"

    Feng Shizhen smiled and got out of bed to wash up.

    The next few days passed very peacefully.  Feng Shizhen stayed with his parents every day to fulfill his filial piety and take care of the housework, while Feng Shixun was busy working in the hospital.

    After the fire in Feng¡¯s house, Feng Shizhen¡¯s classmates also initiated a donation and donated about 200 yuan to her family.  Feng Shizhen wrote down all the names one by one, and now that he has a lot of money, he wants to return some of them.

    The students naturally refused and said with a smile: "We are donating money, not lending money. How can we ask you to pay it back?"

    Feng Shizhen was very grateful, so he invited everyone to eat Caojiadu fried chicken at the famous Wellcome restaurant opposite Zhaofeng Garden.

    At the dinner table, a female classmate whose elders are well-known in the world of calligraphy and painting suggested: "After dinner, let's go shopping in Paris. I want to buy a new pair of leather shoes. On the 22nd of this month, there will be a museum in the city museum.  My father promised to take me to the charity auction. I heard that Mr. Mei Lanfang will also go!"

    "I heard that many celebrities will go. The movie star Xiao Baoli, who has been very popular recently, is going to cut the ribbon." Another junior who is a reporter at "Jingbao" said, "My editor-in-chief specially selected two senior reporters.  , let them go for the interview that day.¡±

    Feng Shizhen smiled and asked: "It hasn't been held yet, so it's such a sensation?"

    The junior brother said: "This is a fund-raising event specially organized by the cultural relics community for frontline soldiers and the families of martyrs. Several very precious cultural relics will be auctioned on site. There are jade lions from the Tang Dynasty, vases from Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, and official kiln bowls from the Ming Dynasty. Several.  Quite famous celebrities in the antique world will attend. Sister Feng, your former boss Rong Dingkun is on the list. He is one of the top collectors in this town. Have you seen his collection when you were at the Rong family? "  #####Group number: 2175050 (remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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