Out with the old, in with the new? As long as you have money, why worry about not having a man?

What is this woman trying to do? Does she want to support a man?

This realization left both Xie Jingrun and Feng Mo in disbelief.

How dare she, a mere woman, say such a thing?

However, this woman... really has a good ambition!

Xie Jingrun gave Feng Mo a meaningful look.

It seems that Feng Mo is nothing special in this woman's eyes.

This gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

Yes, it must be because he dislikes Feng Mo. That's why he's so happy to hear Rong Qingqing behaving so badly towards him.

Feng Mo pursed his lips, his dark eyes fixed on Rong Qingqing.

So, she didn't care at all about being jilted?

And he was the tree she was willing to give up for the whole forest?

This realization made him extremely unhappy.

No one had ever dared to look down on him like that.

This Rong Qingqing...

He seems to have really misjudged the situation.

Rong Yiyi stared wide-eyed in astonishment, as if she had heard something shocking.

"Sister, how could you have such unchaste thoughts?"

Only after being reminded by her did Rong Qingqing remember her status as a "widow." She had spoken too freely just now and inadvertently revealed her true thoughts.

Seeing the strange looks on their faces, her heart sank. Remembering the original owner's fate—being hacked to death by Xie Jingrun for adultery—she shuddered and forced a tear to escape her lips. "Yes, widows always face trouble. Even if I only thought that, it's not right. Sister, please have pity on me, a widow who has lost her husband, and return the shop and the estate to me."

Xie Jingrun's temple throbbed.

Feng Mo's lips twitched suspiciously.

This woman's expression changed so quickly; it seemed as if the person who said those words earlier wasn't her at all.

Rong Yiyi gripped the handkerchief tightly; this woman was truly troublesome.

She kept circling the topic, but this person had a knack for bringing it back up again and again, constantly mentioning the shop and the estate.

The shops and estates that Lan left to her daughter were excellent, and the monthly income alone was considerable. How could she bear to return them?

Just as she was about to say something more to decline, Rong Qingqing stopped looking at her and instead looked at Feng Mo, saying, "Third Prince, Yiyi is your fiancée, and you two will be getting married soon. With your status as the Third Prince, how could you possibly care about my few shops and estates? I beg Your Highness to speak to Yiyi and ask her to return the things my mother left me to me."

Feng Mo lowered his eyes, holding the teacup lid and gently brushing the tea leaves inside. Hearing this, he paused slightly, looking at her calmly, "Miss Rong, you've asked the wrong person. Although Rong Yiyi and I are engaged now, the future is uncertain." He paused, "Also, you say those shops and estates were left to you by your mother. Does that mean they were truly left to you by your mother? What proof do you have?"

Rong Qingqing and Rong Yiyi's expressions changed simultaneously this time.

The former is because of the second sentence he said, while the latter is because of the first sentence he said.

The color drained completely from Rong Yiyi's face.

What does Feng Mo mean by this?

The future is uncertain... Could it be that he wants to change his mind and not marry her?

This realization instantly filled her with a sense of crisis, leaving her in a state of utter confusion and unable to think of anything else.

Rong Qingqing narrowed her eyes and looked Feng Mo up and down, realizing for the first time that this guy was not simple.

He doesn't flaunt his abilities, but his words always hit the nail on the head.