The morning air was crisp as Feng Ruoxi stepped outside the Jiang villa. The sky was still tinged with the soft hues of dawn, and the scent of freshly cut grass lingered in the breeze. Her mind, however, was anything but calm.
The conversation with Feng Zhengzhi from the previous day replayed in her head over and over. The implications of what she had learned had shattered what little she thought she knew about her mother.
She was already pregnant when she married into the Feng family…
She blackmailed Feng Zhengzhi with his past…
She wasn't after money—she was running from something.
But what? And who was she running from?
Ruoxi exhaled sharply and adjusted her handbag. Today, she was planning to meet Xiao Zheng to strategize their next move in uncovering the missing two years of her mother's life. But just as she reached for the car door, a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Madam Jiang?"
