What could be done? That was his first love, who had given birth to a clever and adorable daughter for him.
Especially when the woman cried so miserably in front of him, he couldn't bear it and could only choose to cover for her. But he hadn't expected that the woman would die in a car accident before she could even live the life of a rich wife.
The car accident was purely an accident.
Aunt Cao let out a sigh of relief, feeling incredibly satisfied, "It's just retribution!"
But when she heard the news that Director Feng was out, her face changed drastically, and she couldn't understand, "Why? Someone like him should have died in prison, not be released!"
Shen Qingqing did not explain, only saying, "I have my reasons."
"What reasons?" Aunt Cao was completely baffled, even standing up agitatedly, "You know what kind of person he is, don't you? His release is a disaster. Do you want him to continue to repay Alang?"
In her haste, she even forgot the title "Miss."
Alang hesitantly reached out, grabbed her sleeve, seeming to want to say something, but the agitated Aunt Cao didn't notice at all.
Shen Qingqing pursed her red lips and said faintly, "You will know."
"Can't you tell me now?" Aunt Cao couldn't figure out what monumental reason there was to release Director Feng. She knew exactly how long they had planned for this wedding day!
"No, I'm sorry."
When Aunt Cao thought of all their efforts coming to naught and that disaster reappearing in the world, her eyes blurred with anger.
She felt she couldn't stay any longer, or she would die of anger, and left with heavy, furious steps.
Shen Qingqing looked at Alang. Alang looked upstairs, then at her sister, and said softly, "I'll go comfort Aunt Cao. Sister, don't worry."
She ran upstairs like a nimble swallow.
Shen Qingqing rubbed her temples, feeling somewhat weary. The elderly Mrs. Xiao, who had been silent all along, looked at her granddaughter with concern. She pulled her to her side and gently stroked her cheek.
"Is it very hard?"
Perhaps it was her grandmother's hands that were too warm and gentle, she couldn't help but lean her head on her shoulder, but she still didn't want to speak of her troubles, not wanting her grandmother to worry.
Her gaze swept across the living room, "Jing Shu hasn't returned yet?"
He had left early in the morning, and he was nowhere to be seen now.
Elder Mrs. Xiao hugged her granddaughter and said warmly, "He's probably busy. He'll be back when he's done. If you miss him, call him and ask him to come back."
Her grandson-in-law was certainly likable, but he was definitely not as important as her granddaughter.
The old lady thought of her granddaughter without hesitation.
Shen Qingqing closed her eyes slightly, leaning in Mrs. Xiao's embrace, but her mind never stopped, and many jumbled thoughts intertwined and flashed through her mind.
She was a little tired.
By lunchtime, Alang, as usual, refused to come down. She still didn't like interacting with many people.
Aunt Cao brought her food and drink upstairs.
Shen Qingqing went upstairs to call her paternal aunt. As she passed by the room, she saw that the door was ajar, and Aunt Cao's voice drifted from the crack. She couldn't help but stop.
"Miss, why on earth is Mrs. Fu doing this?"
"She knows perfectly well that Director Feng treated you badly, locking you up for so many years. Someone like that deserves worse than death, yet she actually rescued him!"
Aunt Cao had been shut in her room for two hours and still couldn't figure it out!
Alang, however, was calm, "Actually, whether he's locked up or released, it's not the most important thing."
"How can you be so calm?" Aunt Cao was very puzzled, "They treated you that way, don't you hate them?"
While other girls enjoyed their youth, their mothers' love, and family happiness, Miss was locked up, confined to a small space, not even knowing how vast the outside world was.
If it were Aunt Cao herself...
She would have wanted to stuff those father and daughter into a sack and beat them severely.
There was silence in the room for a long time. Shen Qingqing tilted her head slightly and saw the young girl sitting on the bed through the crack in the door. A faint hint of helplessness was on her face, with no trace of resentment or confusion in her eyes.
She was as pure and white as ever.
"I believe in my sister."
A softly spoken sentence, in this somewhat chilly season, brought a hint of warmth to Shen Qingqing's heart, making her unable to help but show a faint smile.
Aunt Cao inside was also speechless for a moment and could only sigh softly.
But since Miss didn't care, what could she say? In the end, she was just a servant. She could live here because Mrs. Fu was kind-hearted and willing to let her serve Miss, paying her a high salary.
But if the other party changed her mind, she could be fired at any time.
"Miss, you..."
Even with a thousand words, she dared not say anything due to her status. She silently swallowed all her words.
She placed the food and drink and turned to leave with the tray, but a hint of worry appeared on her face. As she walked out the door, she saw someone standing in the hallway.
She was startled, "Mrs. Fu?!"
How long had she been standing there? Did she hear everything? Then...
"Don't overthink it, I won't dismiss you." Although this Aunt Cao was spirited and hated evil, her personality was not complex. In a way, she was somewhat similar to Alang.
For example, neither of them could hide their true feelings.
What they were thinking was almost entirely reflected on their faces.
Aunt Cao took a deep breath, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the tray, "Mrs. Fu, I..."
"I said I won't, and I won't."
Shen Qingqing's expression was open and honest. Aunt Cao felt she wasn't lying. Mainly, there was no need for her to do so. She was just an old woman with an unlikable temper who was getting on in years.
If the other party disliked her, she could dismiss her at any time. There was no need to lie.
However, Shen Qingqing's attitude reminded her of what she had just said, and she felt somewhat ashamed, almost wanting to disappear.
"Mrs. Fu, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to speak ill of you. I just..."
"You're worried about Alang." Shen Qingqing didn't hold it against her precisely because of her good intentions. She straightened her body, which had been lazily leaning against the wall, and said faintly, "Some things are inconvenient to say. Considering your deep concern for Alang, I will only say this once."
"I will not harm Alang. The reason I let Director Feng out is that he has something I need."
Something she needed?
Aunt Cao didn't understand. This Mrs. Fu seemed to have everything she desired. What else could she possibly need?
Seeing that Mrs. Fu was about to leave, Aunt Cao quickly asked, "What is it?"
The graceful silhouette paused.
"Something to save a life."
As the footsteps gradually faded, the graceful silhouette also slowly disappeared.
Aunt Cao still didn't understand.
Was it some kind of miraculous medicine?
But when did the Feng family have such good things?
That night, Fu Jing Shu returned, dusty from his work. As soon as he reached the entrance, he smelled a familiar fragrance.
This was... his little wife's cooking.