Chapter 114 Falling Victim

After Feifei and Zhou Mu returned to school, they attended classes as usual every day.

Yan Songyu adopted Feng Yu's suggestion to let Feifei learn Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), and also included Zhou Mu.

She initially wanted to refuse, but Feifei shut her down with, "Don't you want to be able to protect yourself in the future?"

"Can I just consider the tuition fee a loan to you, Aunt Yan?"

"Okay, I'll remember this. You can return it to me when you start working."

"I'll write an IOU." She wrote one based on the IOU Zhou Chenglong had signed from her memory.

Yan Songyu was referring to the price of the regular class tuition, but in reality, Zhou Mu and Feifei were taking the top-tier classes, which cost 100,000 yuan per session.

Yan Songyu sighed inwardly. It seemed that the chances of getting Zhou Mu to accept her sponsorship were slim, so she could only start with the school.

As a result, Nan Yi Primary School gained an additional scholarship for outstanding students and a grant for students from impoverished families.

Zhou Mu's academic performance is excellent, and he fully meets the application requirements in both areas.

After receiving a scholarship of 6,000 yuan and a grant of 4,000 yuan, Zhou Mu stopped picking up trash. This money was enough for her to study and live on. She devoted more time to her studies because she discovered a more suitable and promising way to make money: participating in competitions!

So she pulled Feifei along and the two of them buried themselves in studying in the music room every day. After winning a 10,000 yuan prize in a math Olympiad competition, Zhou Mu completely entered a crazy study mode, to the point that Kong Ying no longer wanted to go to the music room to eat, because he didn't want to be constantly discouraged.

When Yan Songyu received the news that Song Lifan's legs were completely necrotic and needed to be amputated, she was writing invitations for Yan Binghua's 60th birthday banquet.

After more than half a year of treatment, Song Lifan's legs were already recovering. However, his stepmother bribed the person who prepared the medicinal bath for him to add a highly toxic corrosive liquid. Since the nerves in his legs were still recovering and not sensitive enough, by the time he finished soaking, his legs had been corroded and infected.

The medicine turned into a deadly poison, and Song Lifan was rushed to the hospital, but there was no hope of him ever standing up again.

"How is Mr. Jiang doing?" Yan Songyu asked.

Feng Yu carefully put away the dried invitations and replied, "Although we can't openly suspect Mr. Jiang, he seems to be having trouble getting over it himself. I heard he's ill, and I'm afraid he's not doing well."

Yan Song exclaimed in surprise, "Old Master Jiang even altered the cause of death of a patient in order to protect his son, and now he's fallen ill because he crippled Song Lifan's legs?"

"Um."

"I thought he had long abandoned medical ethics, so I used this to threaten him, but now he's so angry he's about to die?"

"He has probably spent his life practicing medicine and saving lives, but because his son did two bad things, he can't bear the pangs of conscience as he gets older."

Yan Songyu fell silent. This was inextricably linked to her; she had threatened someone without any grudge against them, but she didn't regret it.

*

For Yan Binghua's 60th birthday, everyone in Shanghai's high society circle was present.

Zhou Mu wore a light purple tulle skirt today, which Feifei bought with her a couple of days ago.

Feifei greeted Yan Songyu, then pulled Zhou Mu into her room to whisper to him.

Jiang Chengli's expression turned very unpleasant upon seeing Zhou Mu.

Yan Songyu smiled and warned him in a low voice, "Today is Dad's 60th birthday. If you're going to give me attitude, then get lost!"

Jiang Chengli took a deep breath and asked with a forced smile, "Xiaoyu, why is Zhou Mu here? I heard that she even dared to attack someone with a knife last time, and it was her own uncle. How can you let Feifei have contact with someone like that?"

"Mumu is fine; it's her uncle who went too far. But we'll talk about that later; let's entertain our guests first."

After Yan Songyu finished speaking, she went to exchange pleasantries with the CEO of the partner company. Jiang Chengli also went to expand his network. He was doing well in the branch company and was now a businessman.

The banquet hall was bustling with activity, everyone dressed smartly and radiating confidence. Only Jiang Zhenzhu stood alone in a corner. The girls around her age were all gathered together chatting about the latest clothes and jewelry or their future study plans. She listened for a few moments and then realized she couldn't fit in.

Jiang Zhenzhu stared blankly at Feng Yu, who was moving with ease among a group of imposing figures. At that moment, she truly realized the gap between her and Feng Yu; they were from completely different worlds.

But then she saw Jiang Chengli following behind Yan Songyu. They weren't from the same world before, but didn't her second uncle integrate into it?

Everything about Feng Yu was deeply attracting her. Jiang Zhenzhu gripped what was in her hand tightly and followed behind Feng Yu.

When Feng Yu came out of the bathroom, he suddenly smelled a fragrance around the corner. He shook his head. He had drunk a few too many drinks today, but he shouldn't be this drunk, right?

A dizzying sensation washed over him, and Feng Yu struggled to stay upright by holding onto the wall. He was certain he had been infected, but before he could reach for his phone to call for help, he collapsed. His last sight was of a woman in a champagne-colored dress walking towards him, and it looked like... Song Yu?

It took Jiang Zhenzhu a great deal of effort to help Feng Yu to a rest room. Looking at Feng Yu, who had completely lost consciousness on the bed, her heart pounded. She couldn't tell whether it was the excitement of finally getting what she wanted or the fear of doing something wrong.

She gazed at Feng Yu's mature and handsome face with fascination, her hand gently sliding from his forehead to his eyebrows, the tip of his high nose, his sensual thin lips, and his sharply defined jawline. "You don't like me now, but you will definitely like me in the future."

She never took Feng Yu's claim of having someone he liked seriously. Everyone knew that President Feng didn't have any women around him. The only one he was close to was Yan Songyu, who had been kind to him, but Yan Songyu was already married with children and was also her second aunt.

Jiang Zhenzhu unbuttoned Feng Yu's clothes one button at a time and slowly lowered her head.