"So, are you planning to stay here until dawn?"

In Feng Feifei's room, the mature woman didn't treat Xiaofan as an outsider at all. She strolled around with her underwear but didn't put it on. After taking an early shower, she came out in loose pajamas.

"Are you really planning to just marry yourself off like this tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Feng Qing didn't threaten you?"

"He's my father, how could he threaten his own daughter."

"Then he's just testing you." Xiaofan said slowly.

"What do you mean? Testing me?"

"Tomorrow might be the moment that witnesses everything."

"You're being mysterious, what on earth do you mean?"

"Everything is just my speculation. Is it okay if I stay here tonight?"

"There is..."

"But I have to protect you."

"Sleep on the floor."

"Okay."

To be honest, Xiaofan being able to come made Feng Feifei really happy. After all, in this family, there wasn't anyone she could really talk to. Sisi still had work and couldn't stay on the phone late into the night.

Having someone accompany her would make things a lot less unbearable.

"Hey, are you cold?"

"Cold."

"You have no masculinity at all, yet you say you want to protect me." Feng Feifei teased.

"Oh my, women these days really aren't gentle at all." Xiaofan retorted.

"Little brother, if I really marry someone else, how do you plan to help me?" Feng Feifei continued to ask.

"If you're threatened, then of course I'll get you out. If it's voluntary, then you must have your reasons, even Sisi and I have no right to intervene."

"Ah, yes, I'm doing it voluntarily."

"Are you feeling a bit unwilling?" Xiaofan suddenly asked.

"Maybe, I don't have any other path to choose."

"No, you've just chosen your beloved father, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Haha, wouldn't it be nice if you dared to understand me a little more. If only the person I'm about to marry understood me like you do. Turn off the lights."

"Going to sleep?"

"Come up here, borrow half the bed."

"Alright..."

Xiaofan immediately jumped up from the floor and slipped into the covers.

Though Feng Feifei was mature, she wasn't bold, but given it was him, he had every right to lie beside her. After all, he truly came. That alone was enough.

It's not that she doesn't want to love, nor that she doesn't dare to love, it's just that, love, is a kind of hurt.

"Little brother..."

"Mm."

"Hug your sister..."

"Come here."

Feng Feifei nestled into his arms like a gentle girl, her head slowly burying into his chest. Very comfortable, very quiet, the steady heartbeat was especially clear.

"Sisi likes you, don't let her down."

"What about you, sister?" Xiaofan didn't know why he asked, maybe he just felt he needed to.

"Sister likes you. But sister doesn't dare to fall in love with you, and sister feels you've also felt this. You don't dare to fall in love either. But everything will settle down one day. Sister can't wait for you, but Sisi is still young, she can wait."

Yes, there's a kind of love called letting go, and the song wasn't wrong at all. But how could one bear to let such a gentle and serene woman get hurt?

"Haha, why does this feel like an affair? Maybe sister will marry someone else in a few days, yet now I'm lying together with a man who isn't her future husband. I'm such a bad woman."

"No, sister is a good woman, the best woman."

"Thank you, little brother."

In that gentle embrace, Feng Feifei slept soundly. She didn't worry about her body being violated, not only because she trusted the person beside her, but also because even if he wanted to do something, she wouldn't refuse. Because it was him...

However, nothing happened in the end, even though Feng Feifei deliberately didn't wear a bra last night. When she woke up, her pajamas were still neat and tidy, and it seemed there was still some warmth left from him in the bed, he must have just left not long ago.

Also, he couldn't give her any promises, and she didn't want any promises either. As long as he could come, give her a stable embrace, encounter, acquaintance, a boy who couldn't be loved, was enough. Just a bit of a pity.

"Idiot, such a big beauty in your arms, and you didn't do anything."

Feng Feifei gave a wry smile, getting up to start preparing her outfit for today. Ready to greet her new life.

In the garden, they started setting up large umbrellas for shade, and the trees were lush enough to keep the guests out of the sun.

Feng Qing's wife greeted the guests early in the morning. Though another son and daughter also rushed home early, their eyes were listless, obviously not well-rested.

Yet, Feng Feifei continued to exhibit the unique charm of a mature woman. A thirty-year-old woman isn't old at all, full of allure, and her skin care wasn't inferior to that of the twenty-two or twenty-three-year-olds.

The light purple tulle dress was specially prepared by Feng Qing for Feng Feifei, because it was Feng Feifei's mother's favorite color during her lifetime.

From the moment Feng Feifei appeared, she was the center of attention. The gown was graceful and elegant, her charisma enchanting and generous. Although she was brought up by her mother alone with much difficulty, Feng Feifei's charm didn't lose out to those so-called young ladies, not even to the simple elegance of a demure girl-next-door type.

"Tch, a daughter born of a lowly woman, what right does she have to be the main character in our family." Feng Qing's other daughter grumbled unhappily.

"Hey, what's up? Your birthday last year was even grander than this." It was Feng Qing's only son speaking, a typical playboy, lazy and indulgent, who spent his days frequenting bars and chasing girls.

"Tch, you better worry about your old man. What if, by some accident, all the family assets go to her?"

"Just her?"

The so-called sister and brother didn't think of Feng Feifei as their sister at all, treating her entirely as an outsider competing for inheritance, a thorn in their side.

"Look at those men, haven't they ever seen a woman before? One after another they swarm around her, don't they know that woman has been married before? Her husband even died, they aren't afraid of death?"

Looking around, indeed many were pointing and whispering, feeling envious facing a more impressive woman was quite normal.

However, the men's gazes seemed unanimous, putting aside the gossip, they really hoped to get to know such an elegant beauty.

Feng Feifei's words and actions were all very proper, and she had no intention of becoming too familiar while chatting but didn't make the other party uncomfortable. Yet, the overly mature Feng Feifei could guess these men's simplistic thoughts during conversations, always inadvertently comparing Shen Zhifan with them.

It was indeed ironic to see that these men in their thirties and forties couldn't even match a young boy.

"Hello, Miss Feng, my name is Zhu Fan. I've come today admiring your reputation and have fallen in love at first sight with you. Though it's a bit abrupt, I came today to propose to your respected father."

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