Everyone has a love for beauty.

The main reason why Feng Lingyu married Jin Yuanyuan was because she was attracted by his beautiful face and of course the Jin family's enormous wealth.

But she could never give up her love of playing. No matter how handsome or rich Jin Yuan was, she would naturally get tired of him after playing with him for a long time.

After Jiang Hao gave birth to Feng Yan, she hid it from Jin Yuyuan and had many lovers behind his back. Jiang Hao's father-in-law Jiang Haifeng was one of them.

Feng Yan was her son, and he had inherited Jin Yuan's good looks, so how could she not like him? If she had to blame someone, she could only blame Feng Yan for being too stubborn.

She had to expose the matter between her and Jiang Haifeng to everyone.

The Feng family and the Jin family were ostensibly married, but in reality, the Feng family was marrying up to the Jin family. By causing this scandal, Feng Yan wanted to destroy her and the Feng family.

So, in order to protect herself and her family, Feng Lingyu teamed up with Jiang Haifeng's daughter and sent Jin Yuanyuan to prison for rape, and sentenced him to ten years in prison.

After Jin Yuyuan went in, half of the Jin family was in the hands of her and Jiang Haifeng, and the other half was tightly held by Feng Yan, not allowing them to gain any benefit.

The relationship between these two mothers and sons did not ease at all. Feng Lingyu did not care about her son, but only wanted to take the Jin shares in his hands.

Jiang Hao sent a message last night saying that Feng Yan's condition had improved. Naturally, she wanted to meet this capable daughter-in-law.

Money makes the world go round. Feng Lingyu was used to seeing top beauties, but she didn't expect that this girl would really amaze her.

The skin and bones that can easily unify aesthetics.

The idea of ​​persuading her disappeared, and she just wanted to take the girl home and keep her there, spending money to dress her up beautifully every day to make her pleasing to the eye.

Su Ci felt uncomfortable with the beautiful woman's overly passionate gaze.

She could only accept Jin Ran or Feng Yan looking at her like this.

“Sizzle—”

The pieces of check fell like snowflakes.

Su Ci twitched the corners of her lips indifferently: "Ms. Feng, you don't deserve it."

Feng Yan was only eleven years old at that time. Jin Yuyuan was away on a business trip at his company. Feng Lingyu and her driver Jiang Haifeng were hanging out in the bedroom on the second floor and told Sun's mother not to let anyone go upstairs.

After school, Feng Yan and Jiang Hao were doing homework in the living room. After Jiang Hao had been writing for a while, she suddenly started to make a fuss about looking for her dad, and asked Feng Yan to go upstairs and call him for her.

Feng Yan refused coldly: "My mother is in a meeting. It's very important and cannot be disturbed."

This is what his mother told him every time she brought a different strange man upstairs. In his mind, his parents were both great entrepreneurs.

He also has to be an obedient and sensible child and not embarrass his parents.

Jiang Hao's eyes flashed with a strange light. He rolled on the ground, holding his stomach, and pleaded in a sad voice: "Don't disturb Auntie, please call my father down quietly."

She used the excuse of a stomachache to delay Sun Ma. Feng Yan had no choice but to quietly go upstairs to call Jiang Haifeng. Unexpectedly, his worldview collapsed from then on -

His beloved mother and the driver Jiang Haifeng were entangled in an ugly posture on the big bed, and his parents' wedding photo was hung on the headboard.

The man cursed and the woman screamed, and those vicious words were vaguely mixed with sarcasm and mockery of his mother.

Little Feng Yan didn't know what they were doing.

I just felt nauseous and vomited while opening the children's watch to call my father. This is my father's private space, and he never lets outsiders interfere.

"Bang--!"

The call failed to go through. Jiang Haifeng, in disheveled clothes, picked up the antique vase on the bedside table and smashed it hard on Feng Yan's head, causing his head to bleed and fragments to fly.

With his vision blurred by blood, Feng Yan struggled to reach the fallen children's watch, but another pair of fair and delicate hands pinched his neck.

Those hands belonged to his mother, the one who gave him life and identity.

Feng Yan stopped struggling and allowed himself to suffocate.

He didn't die.

The world was spinning in my vision, and I saw the tall and majestic figure of my father.

Why did he come here so suddenly? Did he forget some documents at home? Or did he see something interesting on the way and bring it to his mother?