From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

"I don't want to live anymore! You might as well force me to my death!"

Zhao Rui screamed and sprang up from the chair, rushing towards the nearest pillar. Her forehead was still half a foot away from the pillar when her body went limp, her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground, covering her face and wailing.

"You're all bullying me! I've suffered so much since I married into the Feng family, and now, while I'm pregnant, you're throwing dirty water at me!"

She cried so hard she could barely breathe, tears and snot streaming down her face, her fingernails digging into the flesh of her arm, leaving several red marks.

No one came forward to help her.

Feng He stood there, his face ashen, his gaze fixed on Zhao Rui's protruding belly.

He opened his mouth several times, his Adam's apple bobbing, but not a single word came out.

The relatives around him all had their heads down, eating their rice, and the sound of chopsticks hitting bowls was particularly jarring.

Zhao Rui cried for a long time without receiving a single word of comfort, and her voice gradually faded away.

She looked up, her makeup a complete mess, her eyes darting nervously across everyone's faces.

"Feng He! Say something! You're my husband, do you believe me or a stranger?!"

Fenghe didn't look at her.

He turned to Lu Yunzhou, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded: "You just said... azoospermia... is this disease really incurable?"

"The congenital essence channel is blocked, and the source of kidney essence is cut off."

Lu Yunzhou said calmly, "You know perfectly well how much medicine you've taken, how much money you've spent, and whether it's even effective."

Feng He didn't answer, but took a step back and bumped into the back of the chair.

Zhao Rui scrambled to her feet and lunged at him, grabbing his hand: "Honey, he's talking nonsense! If you don't believe me, we'll go to the hospital right now for a DNA test. I'm not afraid!"

"OK."

When the word was squeezed out of Feng He's mouth, Zhao Rui's hand froze.

"Didn't you say you weren't afraid?"

Feng He turned his head to look at her, his eyes bloodshot. "Then go. Now. Immediately."

Zhao Rui's lips twitched, and her hand slipped off Feng He's arm.

"I...I'm only three months pregnant, amniocentesis is risky..."

"You can just do non-invasive prenatal testing (NIPT), it's just a matter of drawing a tube of blood."

Lu Yunzhou interjected.

Zhao Rui's face immediately turned pale.

Lu Yunzhou didn't look at her again. He took out his phone from his pocket, swiped through the photo album, and held the screen up to Feng He.

"Second Uncle, take a look at this."

The photo was taken from the bottom seam of the partition, so the angle is crooked, but both pairs of shoes are clearly visible.

A pair of red patent leather stilettos and a pair of brown lace-up Oxford shoes.

The laces of the Oxford shoes are dark blue, and there is a crease on the outer side of the left shoe.

Feng He stared at it for three seconds, then frowned.

Lu Yunzhou scrolled to the next photo, which he had just taken in the lobby on the first floor.

Standing next to Feng Shan was a man in his thirties, dressed in a sharp suit, with a Fengming Group employee badge pinned to his chest.

The man was wearing brown lace-up Oxford shoes, with a crease on the outside of his left foot in the same spot.

"I saw this person in the lobby when I came in. He was following behind the old man. His name tag reads He Zhiyuan, the project management manager."

Lu Yunzhou put away his phone. "You know Second Uncle, right?"

Feng He's face completely fell.

Zhao Rui was trembling all over, her lips moved a few times, and suddenly she screamed, "Fake! Those shoes are everywhere! You're framing me!"

"Snapped!"

Feng He slapped her, sending Zhao Rui spinning half a circle before she crashed onto the floor tiles, her earring flying off and bouncing off a table leg.

"He Zhiyuan!"

Feng He roared, his voice shattering, "Fengshan's dogs! Very well, very well indeed!"

He bent down, grabbed Zhao Rui's hair, and pulled her up from the ground.

Zhao Rui screamed in pain, grabbing his wrists with both hands, her high heels slipping on the floor tiles.

"Get me to the hospital! Do it today!"

"I won't go! Let go of me! It hurts..."

"You have to go, whether you like it or not."

Feng He dragged her toward the door, his suit sleeve stained with Zhao Rui's tears and lipstick marks.

Zhao Rui was dragged two or three steps, then suddenly stopped struggling, and with a smirk, shouted towards Fengshan, "Big brother! Aren't you going to do anything about it?!"

Feng Shan's face was ashen, and he sat motionless in his chair.

"Brother, He Zhiyuan is one of your men!"

Zhao Rui's voice was shrill and piercing, "Do you even know anything about this?!"

"Shut up!"

Fengshan suddenly stood up, "You shrew! Who are you blaming!"

Feng He paused, turned to look at Feng Shan, and his gaze held a deeper meaning.

The old lady placed her teacup on the table, her voice low but authoritative: "Feng He, take her away. Find out the truth and come back to me."

Feng He didn't say anything more, and dragged Zhao Rui out by her hair.

Zhao Rui's cries echoed from the banquet hall all the way down the corridor, growing farther and farther away, until they were finally cut off by the elevator doors.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Lu Yunzhou turned around and glanced at a restless man in the corner.

He was in his early thirties, a button on his suit collar was undone, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

His name tag on his chest reads "He Zhiyuan".

Lu Yunzhou took two steps toward him.

He Zhiyuan pushed his chair back, stood up, and tried to slip away.

"sit down."

Lu Yunzhou's voice wasn't loud, but He Zhiyuan's legs felt like they were nailed to the ground.

"Manager He," Lu Yunzhou stopped in front of him, looking down at him, "Second Uncle has a bad temper. If he really finds out something, who do you think he'll go after first?"

He Zhiyuan's lips trembled, and his eyes glanced towards Fengshan.

Lu Yunzhou added in a low voice, "Feng Shan can't even take care of himself, how can you expect him to protect you?"

He Zhiyuan's throat tightened, and sweat trickled down his temples.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, but in the end he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and walked quickly toward the back door.

As the figure disappeared around the corner, the footsteps moved with the rhythm of running.

Lu Yunzhou returned to the main table.

Feng Qianyi had already stood up, holding onto the old lady's wheelchair handle with one hand.

The old lady's anger hadn't subsided, and her lips were pressed down.

"Grandma, let me take you home to rest."

Feng Qianyi's voice was soft.

The old lady nodded and patted Feng Qianyi's hand, which was resting on the wheelchair: "Thanks to this boy, we got through today's events."

She glanced at Lu Yunzhou but didn't say anything more.

Feng Qianyi pushed the wheelchair out, paused as she passed Lu Yunzhou, glanced at him for two seconds, her lips moved, and finally she only said, "Follow me."

Lu Yunzhou followed behind.

As he walked out of the banquet hall, he glanced at Fengshan out of the corner of his eye.

The man remained seated, one hand gripping his teacup, the other pressed under the table, the veins on the back of his hand taut.

The elevator doors closed.

Feng Qianyi looked down at the old lady's gray head and remained silent for a long time.

The elevator reached the basement level, the doors opened, and she pushed her wheelchair out. After taking a few steps, she suddenly spoke.

"Lu Yunzhou".

"Um?"

"When did you take the picture of He Zhiyuan's shoes?"

"I just grabbed it while going through security at the entrance."

Feng Qianyi stopped and turned around to stare at him.

Lu Yunzhou shrugged: "I felt those shoes looked familiar before I went into the restroom, and when I came out I compared them with the photos, and they matched perfectly."

Feng Qianyi stared at him for several seconds before turning back to continue pushing the wheelchair.

"You're a much more troublesome person than I thought," she said in a low voice.