The idea had long been entrenched in Feng Jingxuan's mind. This incident simply served as a catalyst—he couldn't live his whole life with a woman he didn't love.
Chuxue's actions had ultimately exhausted his five years of waiting.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Jingxuan's phone rang again.
It was Old Mr. Feng.
Old Mr. Feng's voice was displeased, "Where are you now? I went to the company and didn't find you."
Feng Jingxuan rubbed his brow tiredly, "Dad, I took the day off. What do you need from me?"
"You're taking a vacation now? Haven't you seen the news online? Netizens believe that Chuxue orchestrated her father to harm Matilda, which tarnishes her reputation and affects the Feng Family. You need to suppress this immediately."
"Chuxue is your wife, don't you know how to protect her? This is absurd."
Old Mr. Feng, at his age, had long stopped managing the business, but he cared about the Feng Family's reputation.