Feng Xueming took a deep breath and turned to ask the second wife: "Second aunt, have I explained my plan to you clearly? What did you say? You said that Dad's matter cannot be paid entirely by your second wife, and you asked my mother to pay. Will my mother agree? My mother has never taken a penny from my father? So at this time, you have to pay for my father to go to jail for your son?"
The second wife thought Feng Xueming didn't dare to say in front of Feng Shichang that the first wife wouldn't pay for him. When he said that, she whispered, "What if it's useless to spend so much money? I asked the eldest young master, and he said that even if he spent the money, there was no guarantee that he could get you out. So I listened to Lawyer Song's advice and signed a settlement agreement with William. So as to avoid losing both the money and the people."
Feng Xueming looked at Feng Shichang with an expression of watching a good show: "Dad, the one who pays the money is the boss. I am at most a volunteer. You can't ask me, a volunteer, to make decisions for the boss, right?"
Feng Shichang was speechless after hearing what his son said. He was so angry that he said, "Get in the car."
Feng Xueming sat in the passenger seat, while the second wife and Feng Shichang sat in the back seat.
As the car started to move forward, Feng Xueming handed a newspaper to Feng Shichang: "Dad, you've been in there these days, and I don't know what people outside are saying about our family. You'd better take a look and be mentally prepared."
"Shichang, you know everything in the newspapers. They are all hearsay. You can't believe them." The second wife naturally knew about the recent ups and downs in the newspapers. She hated Feng Xueming for using the newspapers to sow discord.
Feng Shichang opened the newspaper and saw the headline:
"The canned food king married his son and spent 30 million yuan on the dowry."
It was clearly a settlement fee, but the newspaper said it was a dowry. They interviewed William, who was very happy and said he and Feng Xuejie would live in the UK in the future and would not care about other people's opinions. They were truly in love.
Feng Shichang was furious and asked the second wife, "Did you let Feng Xuejie go with that foreigner?"
The second wife felt wronged: "I was afraid that you would get angry and lose control and beat Xuejie to death!"
Feng Shichang tried to restrain himself, but he couldn't: "Others marry their daughters, but I marry my son? What the hell did you give birth to?"
Feng Xueming looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the second wife was crying.
Compared with this second wife, his mother really can't please men at all. They cry just the same, but the other woman is soft and tearful, while his mother cries and nags at the same time, like Tang Monk chanting the spell to tighten the hoop, and occasionally goes crazy.
Thinking of this, Xu Miaoer suddenly appeared in his mind. Xu Miaoer really looked like his mother, crying and making a fuss, making people feel upset.
But this kind of annoying crying is at least real, unlike the woman in the rearview mirror, who is like a painted skin wrapped in the appearance of a beautiful woman. Under the gentle appearance, she will run faster than anyone else when something really happens.
The car drove to the love nest of Feng Shichang and his second wife. The servants had already prepared a fire basin. The second wife said, "Shichang, jump over the fire basin to get rid of the bad luck."
Feng Shichang couldn't stand the anger any more, so he kicked the brazier and said, "You are the unlucky one."
Feng Xueming, who had just gotten off the car, would definitely not leave if his mother was here. However, he was not interested in watching his father make fun of him. Feng Xueming said to Feng Shichang, "Dad, I have something else to do at the company. I'll go home first."
On one side of Feng Shichang's face was his eldest son driving away, while on the other side was his sweetheart crying in grievance.
Looking at the ashes that had not yet burned out on the ground, he walked towards the house. When he entered the house, he looked back. The woman was still the same woman, and the home was still the same home. If it were in the past, he would not have been willing to let her cry like this and would have comforted her long ago. But now he was upset by her crying.
Feng Shichang suddenly thought of Liu Qiaoyan. In short, he didn't want to see this woman again, so he asked the driver to drive to the mansion.
Liu Qiaoyan had just woken up in the afternoon and came downstairs when she saw Feng Shichang coming in. Liu Qiaoyan rolled her eyes and said, "You lost your son and the money. Are you feeling better now?"
Feng Shichang's heart stagnated: "Can you speak properly?"
"What a joke. I keep talking like this. I'm not your sweetheart. I'm not sweet-mouthed." Liu Qiaoyan sat down on the sofa. "If your sweetheart tells you that I don't want to pay, then I have to tell you that I don't want my son to pay.
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