CHAPTER 357: CHAPTER 357: I REALLY HOLD GRUDGES

On Saturday night, the lobby of Xinghu Hotel was dazzlingly decorated.

The guests arrived as promised, and the elegant sound of violin slowly played in the lobby.

Feng Jiuzun attended the banquet in a well-tailored suit today, and since he hadn’t shown up for years, people were surprised to see him and came over to exchange pleasantries.

Struggling to get rid of these chatterboxes, Feng Jiuzun returned to Feng Huai with a glass of wine.

"Uncle, I haven’t been back these years, why do these people seem more talkative?"

"I didn’t ask you to come. It’s you who insisted on coming," Feng Huai glared at him.

Came of his own accord, and once here, he still had so much to say.

"I’m doing this for your good, Uncle. If I don’t show up for long, others might think our Feng Family has no one," Feng Jiuzun chuckled.

Feng Huai snorted coldly, "Don’t worry, I can live for decades more. Our Feng Family isn’t going to fall apart any time soon."

"But, why did you come to attend? You don’t like Zhan Hanjue, so what if you end up arguing with him?" Feng Huai was full of concerns.

"Uncle, you seem to care a lot about Zhan Hanjue now," Feng Jiuzun said.

"Of course," Feng Huai said, "He’s your brother-in-law. Our families are connected through marriage, and we’ve had many business dealings over the years. Zhan Hanjue is a business genius; he holds the economic lifeline of Jiangcheng in his hands. Of course, I care about him. Maintaining this relationship will make it less challenging for you when you take over the Feng Group."

"Don’t worry, I have my own business, no need to take over the Feng Group." Feng Jiuzun quickly dismissed.

Feng Huai said seriously, "I’m not married, nor do I have children. After I die, who else would I hand over the Feng Group to if not you? You know your cousin, she’s not interested in these things; she just wants to be the Young Madam of the Zhan Family. Besides, the Zhan Group is such a massive empire; it doesn’t need her to inherit anything from us. Your brother is out of the question; your parents surely have him set on a political path. That kid’s smart and wouldn’t take over my business. Those two kids from your cousin’s family have Zhan as their surname, but you carry the Feng name. You and your son will both be heirs to the Feng Family in the future."

After finishing, Feng Huai patted Feng Jiuzun’s shoulder.

After patting, he sighed, "Who knows when Tuantuan will be found and brought back. Are you sure he’s safe? Find him soon! I’ll personally raise him. I’ve learned from you, ensuring not to raise another like you."

Feng Jiuzun: "..."

Was he being disliked again?

"Uncle, what’s the purpose of Zhan Hanjue hosting this banquet today? What does he intend to do?"

Feng Jiuzun didn’t want to ask if he was being disliked; asking that would only hurt more. So, he simply changed the topic.

Feng Huai shook his head, "How would I know? In recent years, except for business dealings with our Feng Family, Zhan Hanjue has hardly any other interactions. It’s gotten worse these past two years. He doesn’t even visit us during holidays. If it weren’t for your cousin liking him, I’d really want to advise them to divorce."

"Then why not advise them! My cousin might not like him that much either," Feng Jiuzun said.

"What do you mean?" Feng Huai immediately questioned.

Feng Jiuzun remained silent.

The more Feng Huai thought about it, the more it seemed off. He quickly warned, "Feng Jiuzun, let me tell you no matter what, Feng Qianru is your cousin. Don’t side against family or cause trouble that harms your own people."

"I know." Feng Jiuzun replied impatiently.

Actually, he was somewhat worried today.

Someone said they’d return, yet hadn’t appeared, and he feared something abrupt might happen.

Sure enough, Murphy’s Law.

What you fear often happens.

Zhan Hanjue and Feng Qianru appeared, both still stunning, instantly drawing envy the moment they showed up.

However, just as Feng Qianru took Zhan Hanjue’s arm, preparing to greet everyone.

Suddenly, a woman walked in from outside.

The woman wore a tight red dress, accentuating her perfect curves.

Loose waves cascaded down her long hair, casual yet stunningly breathtaking, wearing oversized sunglasses covering most of her face.

Yet, from her sharp jawline, it could be seen she was an exceptional beauty.

Both beautiful and bold, wantonly vibrant!

As she made her way, she removed her sunglasses, then spoke to the person beside her.

Ignoring everyone’s astonished gaze, she walked straight to the podium.

Everyone was surprised to look at her.

Some regulars of the Zhan Family vaguely recognized her, but were uncertain due to the four-year absence.

Nevertheless, her face was too beautiful, making it hard for anyone to completely forget even after four years.

"Ye Ningwan?"

Feng Qianru was shocked and angry.

She never expected Ye Ningwan would suddenly return at this time, and audaciously show up at the banquet.

"Someone come here, what’s going on? Didn’t we need an entry ticket? How could you let irrelevant people in?" Feng Qianru called someone over to scold.

Zhan Hanjue hadn’t expected Ye Ningwan to come either, looking at her with deep eyes.

At the moment of her appearance, his heart couldn’t help but beat "bang bang," loud enough for him to hear it.

He thought his heart was dead.

In truth, it simply hadn’t encountered someone who could make it beat.

His gaze suddenly turned scorching.

The crowd was bustling, yet his eyes focused solely on her.

"Madam, she has an entry ticket." The scolded person humbly replied.

Ye Ningwan slightly curled her lips, looking at Feng Qianru, "Miss Feng, I indeed entered with an entry ticket."

"Ye Ningwan, this is our Zhan Family’s private banquet, no one welcomes you. If you have any sense, leave immediately." Feng Qianru coldly demanded her to leave.

Ye Ningwan sneered, mockingly asked, "It’s the Zhan Family’s private banquet, why is Miss Feng agitated? What does it have to do with Miss Feng?"

"Ye Ningwan, have you lost your memory? Let me remind you, I married Zhan Hanjue long ago and became Madam Zhan." Feng Qianru reminded her.

Ye Ningwan nodded, "Of course I haven’t lost memory, someone else has."

She said, finally swept her gaze upon Zhan Hanjue.

From the moment she entered until now, she hadn’t spared Zhan Hanjue a glance, as if they were complete strangers.

Only at this moment did her gaze lightly brush past his face.

And this glance tightened Zhan Hanjue’s heart.

Yet soon, Ye Ningwan’s gaze moved past his face, continuing to say, "It’s indeed the Zhan Family’s banquet, but when it comes to whether Miss Feng qualifies as Madam Zhan, I think that Mr. Zhan still needs to consider."

"What do you mean?" Feng Qianru frowned, sternly questioned.

Ye Ningwan chuckled softly, slowly spoke with a clear voice, "I am someone who holds grudges. Even a small offense I will remember and find ways to repay. Besides, Miss Feng has slandered me as a thief; if I don’t return this grudge, I’ll never find peace in my lifetime."