Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All Chapter 1749 - 1320: Struck Down_4

Just as she stopped in front of Mingrui, Minghan, and Mingwei, Feng Lu put on what she thought was her gentlest smile. Who would’ve guessed, Mingwei shot her a cold look: "Ms. Feng, you’re really annoying, you know that?"

The smile on Feng Lu’s face froze instantly. After a while, she spoke: "How can you talk to your mother like that? Just this once. If it happens again, I’m going to get mad."

Mingrui and Minghan stayed silent.

Feng Lu: "Come on, let’s go over there."

As she spoke, Feng Lu grabbed Mingwei’s hand and walked toward the spot she’d pointed out.

"I’m not going."

Mingwei struggled, but couldn’t break free.

Mingrui and Minghan glanced at each other, and reluctantly chose to follow.

They didn’t want their classmates gossiping about them behind their backs.

"I’m here to give each of you something." Feng Lu pulled out a thick manila envelope and handed it to Mingrui: "This is for you, there’s ten thousand yuan inside. Buy whatever you need."

"This is for you two."

She pulled out two more manila envelopes, each containing a property certificate and twenty thousand yuan.

That’s right—this time, Feng Lu gave Minghan and Mingwei twenty thousand yuan each, along with a property. To be blunt, she kept the check for fifty thousand yuan that Han Bin gave her for herself.

"You each take your own keys as well."

Two sets of keys, one for Minghan, one for Mingwei.

But none of the three, Mingrui, Minghan, or Mingwei, reached out to take anything from Feng Lu’s hands.

"I don’t want it."

Mingrui said with no emotion.

"Are you upset Mom didn’t get you a property? Luo Mingrui, whether it’s the house or the money, they’re from your Uncle Han. Sure, Mom has a job, but I don’t have that kind of money, can’t afford a house. Uncle Han knows you took care of Luo Minghan and Luo Mingwei since you were young, so he told me to give you—"

Mingrui frowned and cut Feng Lu off: "Can you not ramble on? If you could leave us behind back then, you shouldn’t try to tie yourself to us now."

"Ms. Feng, if you don’t want us to hate you, avoid us from now on and stop doing these self-righteous things."

Minghan, to put a stop to Feng Lu’s plan of using money to buy their affection, said bluntly: "My family isn’t short of money—and certainly not short of houses. Ms. Feng, you probably don’t know, but the big mansion with a garden and lake at No. 1 Qingfeng Road is one of our properties. It has plenty of courtyards; any one of them is bigger than the house you’re offering. If you don’t believe me, go ask around Qingfeng Road and see who owns that mansion."

"No. 1 Qingfeng Road, the mansion with a garden and lake?"

Feng Lu muttered: "How is that possible?"

Mingwei: "If you don’t believe it, go find out for yourself. We’re heading back, Ms. Feng, do as you please."

With those words, Mingwei followed Mingrui and Minghan to the bus stop, not bothering with Feng Lu who remained stunned where she stood.

...

Feng Lu was shaken. She took a car to Qingfeng Road to find out more, and learned that the owner of the newly renovated No. 1 mansion was surnamed Kang. Digging further, she found out the owner’s name was Kang Li, and she was so shaken she felt physically sick.

It wasn’t hard at all to ask about the mansion at No. 1 Qingfeng Road. Just asking random people on the street, at least three or four out of ten knew the mansion used to be the ancestral home of the Yu family—famous in North City.

Nowadays, the Yu family is gone, but they had a nephew. That nephew has a daughter named Kang Li, and before the eldest Miss Yu died, she left word that if the state ever returned the ancestral mansion, it should go straight to her granddaughter, Kang Li.

Feng Lu knew what she’d heard was most likely the truth.

Because the state wouldn’t just give away the Yu family’s spacious ancestral mansion. They must have confirmed all the relevant info before handing it back.

Speaking of which, the restoration of the Yu family mansion was handled by Kang Li, who arranged for people to do it. After returning to China, Kang Li and Jiang Boya visited the mansion more than once.

Of course, they ran into some people, occasionally chatted, and inevitably got asked about their names and how they’re related to the Yu family.

When Kang Li and Jiang Boya were asked, they couldn’t say nothing, but they didn’t tell everything either.

Simple family connections—it’s harmless to mention them briefly.

"Impossible. How could this be possible? I don’t believe it..."

From Qingfeng Road all the way home, Feng Lu kept muttering under her breath, so distracted she forgot the housekeeper had asked for leave at noon, saying her family was in trouble and she’d be gone for three days. So making all the meals fell to Feng Lu. But when she walked in, she just sat on the couch, completely forgetting about the housekeeper’s leave, which meant Han Qian came home from school and didn’t get dinner right away, making her quite unhappy.

"Auntie, if you don’t want to cook for me, just tell my dad. Why are you starving me?"

Han Qian dropped her backpack, turned on the TV, sat on the single armchair, picked up an apple and took a bite, complaining about Feng Lu.

Snapping out of it, Feng Lu stood up, her face plastered with a fake smile: "You’re the little princess of our house, how could I starve you? But have you forgotten I have a job too, I’m not here just to cook three meals for you every day."

"Auntie, don’t you eat too?"

Han Qian was sarcastic, saying: "I know Auntie doesn’t really like me, but we’re family. Auntie’s the elder, so you should be more tolerant of us younger ones. Auntie, am I right?"

"That’s right. Auntie is an adult, she won’t fuss over trivial things with our little princess."

Feng Lu headed to the kitchen, dropping the fake smile.

As she turned away, a touch of smugness flashed in Han Qian’s eyes.

Eating her food, drinking her drinks, sleeping in her house—if she dares not treat her well, just wait for Dad to kick her out!

Han Qian muttered to herself, not knowing that Feng Lu in the kitchen was muttering too: Want me to cook for you? Fine, I’ll cook—let’s see if you can eat it without dying!

Ever since summer break, whenever Feng Lu cooked, she’d add something extra to certain dishes. To be precise, those dishes were Han Qian’s favorites, so unknowingly, Han Qian had eaten plenty of doctored food made by Feng Lu.

If it weren’t for studying at a rural school near North City, sharing most of the pastries with a roommate named Liu Fang that Feng Lu specially made and sent through Han Bin, right now Han Qian would definitely be showing some bad symptoms.

Like hair loss, or her body gradually weakening.

But those symptoms haven’t shown up yet in Han Qian, and Feng Lu noticed, but she’s not worried at all.

Living under the same roof, as long as she cooks, there’s plenty of chances to mess with the food.

...

"Mom, let me help you."

Mingwei came in, washed her hands, and ran to the kitchen to assist Kang Li.