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After the words fell, Yang Qianyu turned around and left.

"Stop!" Yang Caiyue stepped forward and grabbed her, squinting her eyes aggressively, "What are you, humiliating me?"

"Heh, are you Mrs. Feng?" Yang Qianyu blinked her big eyes, "As far as I know, Mr. Feng hasn't married you yet, right?"

"You—" It's true that which pot is not open and which pot to mention, this topic is simply a minefield for Yang Caiyue!

Ben was so angry in front of Feng Moyan, she thought she would find a soft persimmon to pinch right now, but Yang Caiyue didn't even think about it, she just raised her hand and slapped her!

But in the next second, with a "slap", her face was also slapped away, and the force was even heavier.

Yang Qianyu lowered her fingers, her face turned cold and frightening, "Go to a mental hospital if you are crazy, don't bite people everywhere, be careful to be beaten to death as a mad dog!"

"You! You dare to hit me!" Yang Caiyue covered her face, her eyes flushed with anger, and she gritted her teeth, "Don't think that you can become the Feng family because you look like Mo Yan's ex-wife, and you are pestered by that dead girl to call you mom. Young mistress! I have a debt of gratitude to the Feng family, and Mo Yan will not marry any other woman except me!"

Yang Qianyu understood, and smiled disdainfully, "So you chased me out to show me off, just to remind me of this? It seems that that man didn't treat you very well, otherwise you wouldn't be so inferior to the grass and trees, really. Pitiful!"

There were people watching from the street, Yang Qianyu couldn't afford to lose this person, so she turned around and left.

Yang Caiyue stood on the side of the road angrily for a long time, scolded the passers-by who were watching, and left in high heels angrily.

Upstairs in the piano shop, Wang Cheng stood by the window and saw the scene clearly.

"President Feng, they are leaving separately."

Feng Moyan seemed surprised, and said softly, "So fast?"

"Yang Caiyue slapped his wife, but she returned it back unceremoniously."

The man raised his eyes, this time the surprise on his face was more obvious.

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This is not the character of the little woman from before.

He fell into deep thought, could it be that he made a mistake in his judgment?

"What happened to what I asked you to check?"

"Europe is still investigating, so far as we know, there is no problem."

"No problem? You mean, there really is a person named Ruan Qing?"

"Yes, there is a local Chinese family whose ancestors immigrated to Europe in business. This Ms. Ruan graduated from Stanford University and later opened her own jewelry studio. Because of her cutting-edge style and bold publicity, she soon became famous in the industry. Many celebrities and nobles like her works, and she was invited to some royal banquets."

After Wang Cheng finished speaking, seeing the boss was thoughtful and silent, he paused and offered his advice: "Actually, it's easy to prove your identity."

Feng Moyan glanced at him.

Wang Cheng cleared his throat, "You... find a chance to flirt with her, or... heck, get closer, and then take advantage of her unpreparedness and take a paternity test with Miss Xixi?"

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Feng Moyan looked at him, and suddenly curled his lips, "I found out that you can't do good things, but you can do crooked ways."

Wang Cheng smiled and said dog-leggedly: "Xie Feng for your compliment."

Feng Moyan rubbed his chin, there is a method, but how to implement it is a problem.

For more than four years, he has never had a woman close by his side.Even though Yang Caiyue bears the reputation of the Feng family's Zhun young mistress, she has never had any intimate behaviors with her, and even holding hands is just a play on the spot.

But now, if he is asked to take the initiative to have an affair with a "strange" woman...

President Feng was a little worried.

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Yangxinyuan is the most upscale nursing home in Jiangcheng, and the people living here are either rich or noble.

And the eldest lady of the Feng family, Feng Moyan's younger sister, Feng Shiwen, has lived here for more than ten years.

Yang Caiyue drove to Feng Shiwen's single-family small western-style building, and saw her sitting in the sun from a distance, sketching the scenery of Mount Dai not far away.

"Oh, a sick child, if it wasn't born in a wealthy family like the Feng family, with countless money to support it, grass would have grown in its grave long ago." After the car turned off, Yang Caiyue muttered, pushing When he got out of the car, a smile appeared on his face again.

"Wenwen!"

Feng Shiwen turned the wheelchair and immediately smiled, "Yueyue, you are here! It's just right, hurry up, be my model!"

As soon as Yang Caiyue heard about being a model, Yang Caiyue felt disgusted in her heart, but her mouth was still enthusiastic: "Okay! I knew you would definitely not find a model, so I took the initiative to send it to your door!"

"Yueyue, you are the best!"

Yang Caiyue walked over, sat down on a stool, and then posed according to Feng Shiwen's request.

Feng Shiwen is weak and sick. If she hadn't found a suitable kidney source four years ago and had a successful kidney transplant, she would have died long ago.

And the benefactor who provided the kidney source was the model sitting in front of her at this time——Yang Caiyue.

Organ donation between non-relatives is very rare in China, so Yang Caiyue became the benefactor of the entire Feng family, and Feng Moyan also promised to marry her and take care of her for life.

Yang Caiyue came here for a purpose, so she was absent-minded. Feng Shiwen quickly noticed, and asked while sketching: "Is it in a bad mood? Is my brother bullying you again?"

Finally when she asked, Yang Caiyue immediately sighed and said plaintively: "Hey... I am so miserable, it's not good to like anyone, but I want to like your brother, I guess I will never win his heart in this life."

Feng Shiwen smiled, "What do you want to win his heart? Anyway, the position of Young Mistress Feng is definitely yours."

"Not always."

Feng Shiwen raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean? My brother has a new love?"

"It's more serious than this!" Yang Caiyue's expression changed, and she wanted to put her hands down, but was immediately reminded by Feng Shiwen to put them back in order.

She was very impatient, and she couldn't show it. She moved her body and sat down again, and then said, "Remember the jewelry designer I mentioned to you? We finally invited her back from Europe, but she Playing big cards!"

"Well, then what?"

"Today, your brother asked her out again, and I went too. Who do you think that person looks like?"

"Like who?" Feng Shiwen looked indifferent.

"Like Yang Qianyu!"

The sketch pen on the drawing board stopped suddenly, Feng Shiwen raised her head and stared at Yang Caiyue, "You mean my dead ex-sister-in-law?"

"Yeah!" Finally getting to the point, Yang Caiyue couldn't sit still, she got up and sat next to Feng Shiwen, and said seriously, "Really, it's very similar, but this designer's dress is very avant-garde, very trendy, and has an independent personality Domineering, much more capable and shrewd than the gentle, dignified and ladylike Yang Qianyu!"

Feng Shiwen smiled, put down her paintbrush, and leaned closer to the wheelchair, "You mean, my brother still loves Yang Qianyu, so when he sees someone who looks like her, he can't help falling into love? "