Feng Zhengzhi's voice was calm, yet the weight of his words settled heavily in the air between them. The dimly lit hall of the Feng estate seemed to shrink in around Feng Ruoxi, making the space feel suffocating. She stood motionless, absorbing the revelation, yet every fiber of her being screamed for more answers.
"When your mother first met Feng Zhaoxuan, I had my suspicions," Feng Zhengzhi continued, his wrinkled hands resting on the armrests of his chair. His eyes, dark and calculating, bore into her, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face.
Ruoxi narrowed her eyes, her voice steady. "Why?"
"Because she was an enigma," he said, exhaling as if remembering an old ghost. "She appeared suddenly in high society, without any known family or background, and she was remarkably beautiful. Young women like her… they either come from old money or they have a goal. And I had to be sure."
