Chapter 29: The Best Birthday Gift【9】

“Hmm! Leaving the Jing family has straightened your spine. Wen Xiaorou hopes you can support yourself and that I never see you running back to the Jing family like a stray dog,” Jing Nuo said, his tone immediately turning serious as he took two strides forward, bent down, and whispered a warning in Wen Xiaorou’s ear.

“You’ll never see that day,” Wen Xiaorou replied, feeling a bit drunk on his words. How useless must she have seemed to Jing Nuo to be looked at this way? Had she truly been living like a parasite in the Jing household all along, completely worthless? Reflecting back, it seemed that way indeed.

Jing Nuo looked at Wen Xiaorou and raised the corner of his mouth in a faint smile, silently signaling that he was waiting to see the day she would hold her head high and triumph. He genuinely wanted to see what Wen Xiaorou would become after leaving the Jing family—whether she would continue to be as confident and self-righteous as she was today.

Wen Xiaorou, staring at Jing Nuo like that, didn’t know what to say. She just stood there foolishly watching this man. He glanced briefly at the envelope in his hand, then tucked it back into his pocket. For the first time, he had wanted to give money to a woman but didn’t follow through. Wen Xiaorou wondered what he was thinking. When she looked up again, Jing Nuo had already turned and walked toward the parking lot, getting into his car without looking back, refueling, and driving away.

At that moment, at Lin Fei’er’s home—

“Miss Lin, hello. I am Feng Jing,” Feng Jing said, lounging on the sofa with her legs crossed, carefully surveying the room. She thought to herself, a top star living in such an ordinary house—she must be desperate for money to have resorted to using the child in her womb to confront Wen Xiaorou.

Lin Fei’er had long since heard about Feng Jing—Jing Nuo’s second wife, who had been in a relationship with him for eight years but never assumed the position of Madam Jing. She guessed Feng Jing had long since fallen out of favor, so she felt no fear of her. Besides, this was her territory. She replied coldly, “Feng, what do you want with me?”

“This is twenty million for you. Abort the child, and never show yourself in front of Jing Nuo again,” Feng Jing said, looking at the woman before her. She recalled Wen Xiaorou fleeing with a suitcase, trying hard to suppress her anger. That foolish woman lived in the Jing family like a pig and still relied on Feng Jing to clear the weeds outside to barely hold onto the title of Young Mistress Jing. Rather than holding the position for Wen Xiaorou, Feng Jing thought she was really preserving it for herself, because Jing Nuo would never let Wen Xiaorou bear the Jing family’s bloodline.

“Miss Feng, you seem to be meddling a little too much. Even the real Young Mistress Jing doesn’t get involved in this,” Lin Fei’er said confidently, carrying the child in her womb, disregarding the authority of the actual Young Mistress Jing.

“So, you refuse a toast but accept a slap?” Feng Jing’s eyes sparkled with anger as she saw the woman using the Young Mistress’s position to press her. She was shameless—did she think Feng Jing was like Wen Xiaorou, bullied like a pig? She didn’t know if Wen Xiaorou’s talk of divorce was true or false, nor how Jing Nuo and she were currently at odds. Feng Jing was certain Wen Xiaorou wouldn’t divorce; this was just venting. Fortunately, no one in the Jing family yet knew this woman existed.

“Miss Feng, I’m a little tired. Please leave,” Lin Fei’er said, thinking Feng Jing was just another outsider like herself. Why should she act tough on her turf? This was a time to rely on luck; whoever had the child first would be the winner and would have the chance to drive the current mistress out of the Jing family mansion.