Chapter Three.

Ling Mei stepped out of the mansion and into the waiting car. She wasted no time getting in, and in a few minutes, they arrived at her condo. She bid Song Min farewell before getting out.

As she exited the elevator, her phone rang. It was Yan Yi.

"Are you stalking me?" Ling Mei asked playfully.

Yan Yi snorted. "How was it this time? Don't tell me that wicked stepmom and sister of yours made a scene."

Ling Mei laughed. "We both know they can't stay without causing trouble, but that's not the matter now."

"What's the matter?" Yan Yi asked, her interest piqued.

"My grandfather says we all must attend the Feng household event tomorrow. Something about wife-hunting... I can barely even...".

"OMG, Ling Mei, you're going to party with the legendary Fengs?!" Yan Yi exclaimed, her eyes widening with excitement.

Ling Mei sighed. "Yes, I'm attending the event... What's so special about the Feng household?".

Yan Yi gasped. "You don't know the Fengs? They're one of the most influential families in the city!"

Ling Mei's curiosity was piqued. "Really? What's so special about them?"

Yan Yi's voice dropped to a whisper. "Rumor has it that the Feng family is looking for a suitable bride for their eldest son, Feng Zhi Gang. He's a total catch – rich, handsome, and powerful."

Ling Mei raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a pretty package. But I'm not interested in marrying some rich guy just for his wealth."

Yan Yi chuckled. "I knew you'd say that. But just remember, Ling Mei, you never know what life has in store for you."

Meanwhile, in a large office, Feng Zhi Gang worked tirelessly, his fingers flying across the keyboard. His personal assistant, Wei Chen, knocked softly on the door.

"Speak," Feng Zhi Gang said, not looking up.

"The young mistress is here to see you," Wei Chen reported.

Feng Zhi Gang's eyes narrowed. "What is she doing here?".

Wei Chen swallowed hard. "She insisted on seeing you... I tried stopping her, but...".

The door burst open, and a beautiful woman, Dong Bing, walked in, clad in a short midi dress.

"Zhi... Your secretary stopped me from seeing you," she pouted, pulling away from the woman holding her.

Feng Zhi Gang stopped typing. He hated being disrupted while working. Wei Chen felt a shiver down his spine as Feng Zhi Gang closed his laptop.

Dong Bing smiled wickedly. "Feng ge, I just returned from D City... I got you some presents. You'll like them."

Feng Zhi Gang seemed unaffected. "I'm busy... Go home."

Dong Bing feigned doe eyes. "I want to stay here... with you... Don't you miss me?".

Feng Zhi Gang held his breath, despising her perfume's harsh fragrance.

"Go home, Dong Bing... I don't have time for this," he repeated, opening his computer.

Dong Bing was surprised. "Dong Bing?... You no longer call me Bing Bing?".

Feng Zhi Gang sighed inwardly. Wei Chen will escort you out."

Dong Bing refused to leave. "I'm not going anywhere."

Feng Zhi Gang ordered coldly, "Send her out."

Wei Chen gently dragged Dong Bing out, despite her struggles.

As they left, Feng Zhi Gang warned, "Next time she steps foot in here, consider your job done."

The other woman quickly nodded and rushed out.

Feng Zhi Gang returned to his work, his mind focused on the task at hand. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that his life was about to change forever.

Later that night, Feng Zhi Gang finally closed his laptop. He picked up his suit from the chair armrest and walked out of the office. The company was already quiet, devoid of everyone but him.

He arrived at his private garage through the elevator, got into his car, and drove to his villa.

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As soon as they arrived home, Ling Li hastily got out of the car, followed closely by Chen Hua.

"Zhao Li..." Chen Hua called softly, but Ling Li ignored her, continuing to walk into the mansion. The house butler, Wang Fu, quickly opened the door for her, aware of her notorious temper.

Chen Hua turned to Ling De, her anger boiling over. "This is all your fault! You can't even control that piggy brat!" she yelled.

Ling De stood frozen, unsure of how to calm her down.

"I never want to see her ugly face again... Ugh, I'm sweating already," Chen Hua complained, turning on her heels to enter the mansion.

Ling De let out a deep sigh. Wang Fu watched him in silence.

"Good evening, Master," Wang Fu greeted, but Ling De walked past him, lost in thought.

Wang Fu watched him with pity, thinking that the mansion had seen too many conflicts. He couldn't help but agree that Chen Hua and Ling Li made life difficult for Ling De. He remembered the old times when the late lady of the house was still alive; Ling De was more vibrant back then. Nowadays, he looked lost, like a snail recoiled in its shell.

Wang Fu's mind drifted to Ling Mei. It had been a while since he last saw that child; he hoped she was living okay. Turning, he went inside the mansion and closed the door behind him.

Chen Hua didn't go to their bedroom immediately; instead, she took the stairs leading to Ling Li's bedroom. The door was closed, and she couldn't hear a single sound from inside. She gently opened the door and entered.

Ling Li didn't bother to look up; she knew it was her mother.

"Zhao Li, don't bother yourself with that useless thing... She's not worth our time. Come here, dear," Chen Hua said, opening her arms for a hug.

Ling Li hesitated for a moment before reciprocating the hug.

"You should be worried about how to gain the Feng family master's attention... We want our family to have a strong alliance. That way, your grandfather will prefer you to any other grandchild. Don't you want that?" Chen Hua asked, deliberately using words that would resonate with Ling Li's desire for attention.

Ling Li nodded vigorously.

"Now, we have to get you a dress that will capture his heart," Chen Hua said, and they both burst out laughing.