In the rain, Feng Feifei stood a bit desolately by the roadside, waiting for the next taxi to arrive.

As Xiaofan said, knowing who sent someone to assassinate you would truly be heartbreaking. Yes, so heartbreaking, like bleeding from the heart.

The family estate? Father isn't even dead yet, and they're already fighting for it. It's really enough.

She did not look back at her brother. She didn't want to, and didn't dare to look. Family bonds thicker than water, yet they could come to blows. How could he do this?

'Plop.'

"Sister, I was wrong."

However, something unexpected happened. Feng Baolai, right on the street, in full view of the public, knelt down to Feng Feifei.

Everyone has their moments of sudden realization, like Feng Baolai, who suddenly realized he was wrong, really, just in an instant.

In his elaborate plan to kill Feng Feifei, thinking that as long as she was dead, he would have money, the idea suddenly seemed laughable to him.

Fortunately, no irreversible mistakes were made. Fortunately, everything could still be redeemed.

"You should say that to Dad."

"No, I want to say it to you first. Sister, I truly know I was wrong, not just saying it to avoid criminal responsibility. I apologize to you, and I apologize to Dad."

"The one you should apologize to the most is yourself." Feng Feifei suddenly looked up, tears mixed with raindrops rolling down her cheeks. She smiled, a very joyous smile. Hearing Baolai call her sister, she smiled especially happily.

She suddenly understood why her father used to want her to call him Dad. It turns out, everyone hopes for recognition from those around them, recognition which is often very simple.

The raindrops suddenly stopped falling as an umbrella appeared overhead, without her knowing when. He was always there at the most needed times, protecting her well.

"Stand up, don't kneel anymore, don't disgrace the Feng Family. You are the eldest son of the Feng Family, everyone watches your every move." Feng Feifei did not turn around, not because she didn't forgive her brother, but because she never hated him. How could she talk about forgiveness?

"Hey, your sister asked you to get up. In such heavy rain, it's hard to get a taxi. Didn't you drive here?" Seeing Feng Baolai still unwilling to stand up, Xiaofan blurted out.

Upon hearing this, Feng Baolai suddenly felt overjoyed, stood up with a beaming smile.

"You don't need to. Go change your clothes, then come and stay with Dad. I'll pretend this never happened, and don't tell Dad either, don't upset him. Everything's fine. Regarding the company... I'll handle it for now. Be at the company by eight tomorrow morning to help me, and don't worry, I won't compete. Zhifan, walk with me?"

Leaving meant Feng Feifei didn't want to go back, didn't want to return to that home.

The sudden event was quite a blow to her, of course, Feng Baolai's sudden change of heart also made her very grateful.

Feng Qing's condition is stable, and he'll be discharged soon, plus Feng Baolai's sudden change of heart, when everyone works together, all difficulties can be overcome.

Truly a mature and intellectual woman, but being such a woman, she swallows all her bitterness, which is too much to bear.

"Little Brother Shen, should I be happy or cry?"

"Now, you should be happy."

"Seems so. So, when will you leave?"

"After I take you home," Xiaofan said calmly.

"That soon?"

"Yes, after I leave this time, truly don't look for me again. No matter what you hear about me, just treat it as nothing."

"Then, what if someone tries to kill me again? Will you appear?"

"No, it's all in the past. No one will try to kill you again. Besides, if you continue to contact me, and something happens to me, you'll get dragged into it, and it will implicate your whole family."

"Then I won't go home tonight." Suddenly, Feng Feifei turned to the left, directly holding onto Xiaofan's arm and walked into a hotel.

Not going home was fine, but with a wet body, if not dried off, it would be easy to catch a cold. So, Feng Feifei pulled Xiaofan into the hotel.

Not going home tonight meant staying here tonight?

She removed her high-heeled sandals, freeing her feet that had been confined all day, her wet body feeling icy cold, making one long for a hot shower.

"Sister Fei, the bath is ready for you, you go ahead." Xiaofan walked out of the bathroom, speaking slowly.

But Feng Feifei, without any sign, walked barefoot towards Xiaofan, directly hooked her arms around his shoulders. Eyes locked.

One second, two seconds... ten seconds.

Close, quickly close, then, touched the unprepared lips.

This kiss left Xiaofan a bit dumbfounded, even at a loss for reaction.

Feeling the boy before her was not reciprocating, Feng Feifei slowly let go, looking at him with full grievance, quite unhappy with his reaction.

"Not satisfied with your sister?"

"No."

"Then do you like your sister?"

"I do."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Feng Feifei, somewhat vexed, pulled the dazed Xiaofan to sit on the bed, waiting for his answer.

"Can I say, I'm not mentally prepared yet?"

A man dared to say such a shameless thing, not mentally prepared? Who are you kidding?

A normal man, every day, many times without realizing, thinks of women. This isn't an illness, just a healthy man's normal psychological reaction.

Therefore, Xiaofan's words were a lie; he wasn't unprepared, but had other concerns.

"Sister is giving you another chance. Answer sister properly."

Once again, closing in, still with her lingering scent on his lips, this time, Xiaofan didn't dodge, didn't wait for the enticing red lips to approach, he eagerly met them, turned over, holding Feng Feifei as they fell into the soft quilt.

He felt her desire, loneliness, fear.

She felt his confusion, wavering, uncertainty.

However, they were both very familiar with each other; joking was one thing, serious effort was another, at least both had long wanted to do this, only lacking an inciting spark.

Having just gone through Feng Baolai's incident, Feng Feifei was really tired; she needed support, someone to give her warmth.

Among the people she knew now, he was the man who understood her the most, even if he was indeed a bit young.

If she missed tonight, he'd be gone. She didn't know if there'd be a chance to find that spark again, and indeed, she needed to redefine her life.

He was genuine, considerate, and above all, gentle. Feng Feifei could feel it; he was mindful of her, afraid she'd touch those deeply buried scars. This young man was so gentle, gentle enough for her to indulge unintentionally.^^......

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