"Mi Yao, if I catch you seducing my man again, I definitely won't let you off so easily! Let's go, husband." Mi Shuilan dragged Liu Chuan away.
As Liu Chuan was leaving, he flashed her a triumphant and cunning smirk.
Mi Yao stood still, her face burning with pain. Tears slowly formed a glistening layer in her eyes. She couldn't believe this was her life now.
She looked up at the ceiling, trying to force her tears back. She didn't want her father to see her in this vulnerable state.
Just then, a melodious ringtone sounded. She had an incoming call.
Checking her phone, it was from the Feng Family, Feng Zhengyu's mother, Miao Erlan, her future mother-in-law.
"Hello, Auntie," she pressed the button to answer.
"Hello, Yaoyao," Miao Erlan's warm voice came through, "Are you free tonight? Come over for dinner at my place."
"Auntie, isn't the wedding just the day after tomorrow?"
"Oh, Yaoyao, here's the thing, Zhengyu's brother is coming back tonight. We're going to be family, so I thought I'd introduce you to him and we could all have dinner together."
Zhengyu's brother?
"Auntie, does Zhengyu have a brother? I've never heard about him."
"It's a long story, Yaoyao. You'd better hurry over."
...
An hour later, Mi Yao arrived at the Feng residence.
In the living room, Mi Yao was trimming branches with scissors and then artfully arranging blooming flowers into a porcelain vase. Miao Erlan watched and kept praising her, "Yaoyao, your flower arranging skills are truly impressive. You're indeed a young lady from a distinguished family. My son Zhengyu wasn't wrong about you."
"Auntie, you flatter me."
Speaking of the deceased Feng Zhengyu, Miao Erlan became somewhat melancholic, "My son Zhengyu was 22 when he first saw you. Mayor Mi brought you to visit our home, and Zhengyu fell in love with you at first sight. His biggest dream was to marry you, and now that he's gone, I want to fulfill this wish for him so he won't be lonely in the afterlife."
Mi Yao felt Feng Zhengyu was just a throwaway character who never even made an appearance before passing away, but still, she was grateful as he might have truly liked her.
"Auntie, I offer my condolences."
"Yes, yes, I'm not sad anymore," Miao Erlan brushed away the tears in her eyes.
"By the way, Auntie, what's the story with Zhengyu's brother? Do you have two sons?" Mi Yao asked, puzzled.
Miao Erlan's kind expression suddenly changed as a deep hatred flashed in her eyes, but she just smiled at Mi Yao, "I only have one son."
Was she implying he was an illegitimate child?
"Auntie, what does Zhengyu's brother do?"
"His name is Feng Yueming, the Young Commander of Country Z. He was awarded a medal by the President a year ago," Miao Erlan said flatly.
Mi Yao gasped, Feng Yueming?
Even if she wasn't well-informed, she had heard of this name. A year ago, his name had spread like wildfire throughout Country Z. The rumor was, besides the President, he was the most powerful man in the country.
So, Feng Zhengyu's brother was actually Feng Yueming?
The Feng Family really was a powerhouse in Country Z.
Just then, the intense glare of headlights pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Miao Erlan quickly spoke up, "Nanny Fu, open the door, the second young master has returned."
Miao Erlan straightened her skirt, preparing to personally greet him.
Mi Yao arranged the flowers in the vase one last time, ready to greet him as well. But as she looked up and through the floor-to-ceiling window, she saw a black luxury sedan parked on the lawn outside.