She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 1286: Chapter 1356: What’s Your Grandfather’s Name

"So... doesn’t she resemble her?" Hearing this answer, the elderly gentleman seemed a bit disappointed. It truly would be a pity if the younger generation didn’t take after such a beautiful woman as the sister!

"Sir, I actually feel this person cannot be the descendant of Grand Aunt."

"Oh?" The elderly gentleman instantly calmed down; he understood Xiao Xing’s working habits — unless he was absolutely sure, he wouldn’t say anything. He released Housekeeper Xing’s hand and sat back down in his rosewood chair.

"Speak boldly, share your thoughts and opinions with me, analyze them for me."

"It’s about the demeanor!" Housekeeper Xing gave a bitter smile, "The demeanor of the Fengs would never be like hers. Even those who are least valued wouldn’t have that kind of demeanor. Not to mention the granddaughter of the family’s senior leader would never have such a demeanor."

Demeanor encompasses many things: the look in one’s eyes, the way one speaks, their expression. All of these are incorrect. The Feng Family is a noble family of a hundred years; even the demeanor of a bastard child would be better than that person outside.

"Then where did she get the Secret Silver Necklace from? And how did she come to know so many things?"

"I guess... there’s someone else who is the true owner of the Secret Silver Necklace. I’ve already sent people to investigate it, and results will soon be available."

"This is truly outrageous!" Mr. Feng slammed his hand onto the rosewood table, creating a dull thud, "I’ve navigated the business sea for seventy years, and nobody has dared to fool me yet."

"Sir, please calm your anger." Housekeeper Xing humbly bent forward.

"Bring her in."

"Yes." Housekeeper Xing stepped back slowly, step by step, retreating to the doorway before turning around to open the study door.

He said to Qin Cuifen, who stood at the door looking around, "Please, come in!"

"Oh! Coming." Qin Cuifen, who didn’t understand the basic etiquette of high society at all, walked in briskly. She still hadn’t figured out what the other party wanted with her, but what she was certain of was that her good luck had arrived.

Mr. Feng sat behind the desk and, upon seeing Qin Cuifen enter, a deep-seated disgust stirred in his eyes.

The Feng family is a renowned literary family; the Su family a rescue noble family — they would never nurture a prostitute. Let alone not being a descendant of his sister; if she were, he’d draw his gun and shoot her now.

He would never allow anyone to taint his sister’s reputation.

Though advanced in age, Mr. Feng had once been young, and during his youth on the Shanghai Beach, he was a spendthrift playboy, able to discern the nature of a woman at a glance.

Rude actions, frivolous eyes, seductive posture — none of these qualities fit the profile. Women who have fallen to dust are of two types: those from declining noble families and those from small households.

Among them, the latter is the least presentable.

And Qin Cuifen belonged to the latter — from a small household, short-sighted with hidden cunning. She was neither a merchant nor a comrade.

"This is Mr. Feng," Housekeeper Xing dutifully introduced.

Qin Cuifen’s eyes darted as she looked at the old man before her. She wasn’t sure what his intentions were; why was he looking for Sheng Ning? Was he possibly a relative?

Could the Su Family have overseas connections?

"What... what do you want from me?"

"Are you called Sheng Ning?" Mr. Feng asked.

"Yes, I’m Sheng Ning."

"Then what’s your grandfather’s name?"

"My grandfather?" Qin Cuifen was completely dumbfounded; she... she didn’t know Senior Leader Su’s name at all. Usually, they just referred to him as the old leader; how was she supposed to know his name?