“Zhou Ying is the fiance of our family’s heir, our future matriarch. Why would we bully her when we can get in her good books?” the women from the Sun Family said in agreement with straight faces.
“Is that so?” Chu Feng’s lip curled as he casually glanced at Tang'e’s neck, where a glittering diamond necklace hung. “Then tell me, why is my wedding gift to her hanging on your neck?”
Tang'e yelped and tore the necklace from her neck, avoiding his gaze like the plague.
Chu Feng, though, tore the cheap resin necklace from Zhou Ying’s neck and questioned in a frigid tone, “Why is my sister wearing a ten-dollar piece of crap on her wedding day? Where’s the jewelry I bought her that’s worth millions? This is how you treat the young matriarch of your Sun Family? The girl you call your own daughter?!”
Zhou Ying bit her lip and hid behind Chu Feng, full of pity and sadness. Meanwhile, the Sun Family were speechless and trembling harder than ever.
“T-This is a misunderstanding! I didn’t take her jewelry, I was just, um… safekeeping it! Yes, she gave it to me for safekeeping, as she and I had discussed!” Tang'e continued to make excuses, then finally cried out, “Ying Ying, please vouch for me and tell him!” Tang'e was nearly in tears. Chu Feng was so high-ranking, she couldn’t possibly survive his wrath if she’d admitted her misdeeds.
“Tell the truth. I’ll handle it,” Chu Feng said firmly but fondly.
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