The first top lady

Guan Qian came over, his eyes half-smiling but with a hint of disdain. He grabbed the bag in front of Song Yixuan, flicked it, and dropped the two bags of fried chicken on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Feng Yanhui slammed the table angrily.

Guan Qian sat down next to Song Yixuan with a faint smile on his face. "You came here with bad intentions. How do I know if you put drugs in it?"

"Don't think I don't know who you are?" Feng Yanhui pointed at Guan Qian, "A playboy! He specializes in deceiving innocent girls." Then she looked at Song Yixuan, "Don't be fooled by him."

Guan Qian tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingers, not caring at all, "I know you too, Feng family..."

He paused, raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued with a playful tone, "Should I call you Third Young Master or Fifth Young Master?"

"Guan Qian!" Feng Yanhui gritted his teeth, as if he had touched his taboo.

Guan Qian said leisurely: "Take care."

Feng Yanhui immediately turned from anger to joy, sat down on the chair, and said shamelessly: "You let me go, I will leave? Hey! I will not leave today."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Song Yixuan's mouth instantly curved down.

These two people quarreled, why was she the one who suffered in the end?

Feng Yanhui seemed to be here to check her household registration. If she stayed, I wonder how she would "interrogate" her?

This whole morning, Song Yixuan sat on the sofa with a sketchbook in her arms, in a daze, while Feng Yanhui sat opposite Song Yixuan, coming over to lift her hair to take a look, and then sitting back to continue observing.

If the painting book was in Feng Yanhui's hands, then Song Yixuan would undoubtedly be Feng Yanhui's model.

"It's still very similar!" Feng Yanhui propped up her chin with her hand and kept muttering to herself, "It's really very similar!"

Ji Zezhou hurried over, a little annoyed, "Feng Yanhui, we agreed to come together last night, but you disappeared early in the morning. What do you mean? You left me here alone?"

But Feng Yanhui seemed not to notice him and was still staring at Song Yixuan opposite her.

"Snapped!"

Ji Zezhou slapped Feng Yanhui's hand that was supporting her chin, "I'm talking to you! You're being stupid all day long. What kind of captain are you? Are you reliable?"

Feng Yanhui was already tired, and now she was distracted.

Feng Yanhui shook his right hand in pain, "Aren't I here? Your master is there, he didn't run away." He turned his head and glanced at He Yunchu who was quietly painting.

Ji Zezhou rolled his eyes at him and ran off to find He Yunchu.

"Master, have you changed your mind today and are planning to help us?"

"No!" He Yunchu refused flatly.

"Oh, Master..." Ji Zezhou continued to beg, "Please be kind and compassionate and save us from suffering."

He Yunchu smiled gently, "Don't force me to sever the master-disciple relationship with you."

Ji Zezhou gritted his teeth and said aggrievedly: "Before we sever our relationship, can you please do me a favor?"

"No." He Yunchu said, "Hey, hey, hey, don't dirty the painting."

Ji Zezhou leaned weakly against the back of the chair, rubbing his head irritably, looking like a hairy monster.

"Feng Yanhui!" he said angrily in a low voice.

I can only vent my anger on Feng Yanhui.

"I heard," Guan Qian deliberately sat next to Feng Yanhui, "you are the number one Lan in the country."

"Of course!" Feng Yanhui said with a cold and arrogant look on her face, "Do you have any questions?"

"No." Guan Qian chuckled, "I just want to ask for advice."

Mainly because Song Yixuan’s favorite hero is Lan.

He just wanted to please the other party.

"Oh!" Feng Yanhui deliberately raised her voice and said in a strange tone: "I didn't hear it wrongly! The Thirteenth Young Master came to ask me a question."

"Just tell me if it's okay?" Guan Qian stretched his long legs and took out his cell phone.

"Humph!" Feng Yanhui also opened the game, "See if I can teach you a lesson!"

"I only follow Xian." Feng Yanhui looked at Guan Qian's nickname in the game and couldn't help but scold him, "Ha! You playboy, why are you pretending to be a pure lover? You have a harem and you are the emperor, but you still only follow Xian... Sooner or later I will tear off your human skin mask."

"Then I'll wait." Guan Qian was not to be outdone, "Ha! Aren't you the fifth brother? Why do you call me Third Brother? What's wrong? Are you unhappy because your position was taken away? Can you only reminisce in the game?"

Feng Yanhui’s game account nickname is JY and I am the third brother.

He was the third child in the Feng family, but that was only the ranking sixteen years ago.

Sixteen years ago, when Feng Yanhui was eight years old, on a rainy night in late autumn, Feng Zun brought back two boys, the older one was fifteen years old and the younger one was thirteen years old.

Si Fengchao was wearing a black coat, his eyes were red and swollen, and his face was haggard, but he still quickly asked the nanny to take them upstairs to change clothes.

"Found it?" Her voice was a little hoarse, because she had been crying for too long, but her eyes were full of envy.

Feng Zun nodded, "In the past six months, the two children have been wandering outside. In order to avoid Guan Dengrong's men, they rummaged through trash cans and slept under bridges. They didn't dare to go to the hospital when they were sick, and they suffered a lot."

After saying that, he sighed heavily.

"It's good to find them. Let them stay at home."

Feng Zun helped Si Fengchao sit down, looking at his pale wife with a distressed look on his face, "Xiao Chao..."

"It would be nice if I could find my little emblem, too."

"We will definitely find it back. I've sent people to look for it. We will definitely be able to find Xiao Hui back."

Si Fengchao could no longer control himself and burst into tears in Feng Zun's arms, "My daughter, my Xiaohui, mommy misses you so much. Damn human traffickers, give Xiaohui back to me, give her back..."

He was so sad that he fainted.

"Xiao Chao, Xiao Chao!" Feng Zun immediately picked up Si Fengchao and hurriedly shouted anxiously, "Xiao Xia, go get Doctor Hu."

"Okay!" Nanny Xia Xiaoping hurriedly called the family doctor Hu Hongwen.

Ever since the disappearance of Feng family's youngest daughter Feng Yuanhui, Mrs. Feng Si Fengchao has been in tears every day and often faints from excessive grief.

Feng Zun invited a family doctor to come and treat Si Fengchao.

At the stairs, Feng Yanhui watched Feng Zun hurried over with Si Fengchao in his arms. He crawled out from the corner, his young face full of sorrow.

He had just been clinging on the second floor and saw everything that happened in the living room downstairs through the railing.

The two boys were about the same age as his older brother. He didn't know who they were at the time and didn't care too much.

What he cared about was his parents, especially when he heard Si Fengchao talking about human traffickers, there was obvious guilt on his face.

Because he knew in his heart that he was the one who lost his sister. If he hadn't secretly taken his sister away, how could the traffickers have kidnapped her?

However, after so many days, even though Si Fengchao and Feng Zun knew the reason, they never blamed him.

But the less they blamed him, the deeper his guilt became.

"It was me who lost my sister, and it was me who made my mother sad and sick." He sat on the ground, secretly blaming himself.

"Yanhui, what are you doing?" Feng Jinghui spotted Feng Yanhui in the corner and walked towards him.

"Brother, I lost my sister, why don't mom and dad blame me?"

Feng Jinghui squatted down, stroked his head, and gently comforted him: "Because, you are also a child that your parents love."

Feng Yanhui burst into tears, "I can't find my sister, and my mother is sick. Brother, I'm in trouble, a big trouble, right?"

Feng Jinghui was already fourteen years old at that time, and he understood everything. Now his parents were focusing their energy on finding Feng Yuanhui, so he had the responsibility to take good care of his younger brothers at home.

"It's okay, it's okay." He patted Feng Yanhui's back and comforted her, "Then let's find our sister together, okay?"

"Ah?" Feng Yanhui's crying stopped abruptly, her mouth still wide open, "How can I find my sister?"

He asked in a broken voice, sobbing.

"First of all, you have to learn to take care of yourself and not let your parents worry."

"Yeah." Feng Yanhui listened carefully and nodded frantically.

"Then, study hard and don't cause trouble at school."

"Don't worry, big brother," he patted his chest and assured, "I will study hard and not cause any trouble."

"If I want to find my sister, I need to use some media with a wider range of dissemination so that more people can see it."

"What is that? What is a medium?" The eight-year-old Feng Yanhui didn't understand at all.

Feng Jinghui just touched his head and said, "When you grow up, you will know what it is. Come on, big brother will take you back to bed."

The next day, Feng Zun called the three brothers of the Feng family - Feng Jinghui, Feng Yunhui and Feng Yanhui - to the study.

The two boys who appeared in the living room last night were now dressed and standing in the study.

Feng Zun said to the three brothers: "From now on, these two are your brothers," and emphasized: "Brothers."

He looked at the oldest boy and said, "Remember, your name will be Feng Yinhui from now on, and you will be the eldest child of the Feng family." He then looked at the boy next to him and said, "Your name will be Feng Zhaohui, and you will be the third child of the Feng family. I am your father, and Aunt Feng Chao will be your mother from now on."

There was a hint of insecurity and doubt in the eyes of the two boys. The past six months of life on the run had filled their hearts with fear.

"Don't be afraid. I told you yesterday that your parents are my friends. As long as you stay in the Feng family, Guan Dengrong won't dare to do anything to you, and you won't have to live a life of displacement anymore."

"Thank you very much." Feng Yinhui glanced at Feng Zun and lowered his head.

"Jinghui, you will be the second child in the future. But they just arrived home and are not familiar with the family yet. You and Yunhui should take them around more. I have arranged for them to go to the same school as you, and you should take care of each other in school."

……

After that day, Feng Yanhui suddenly had two older brothers, and he became the fifth child in the family from the third child.

However, he thought his sister must not know that he was now the fifth child. His sister always called him the third brother, and he was the third brother until he disappeared.

So, after he played games later, all his nicknames were, I am the Third Brother.

Feng Jinghui told him that if he wanted to find his sister, he had to use some medium. Later, he found that games were a good medium for communication.

Moreover, if he plays all the games, he can reach more players and pass on the missing person notice to more people.

Later, he discovered a broader medium, which was playing games.

As long as he is famous enough, one day his name will be seen by his sister.

But, my real sister Song Yixuan is an idiot when it comes to games.

Feng Yanhui might as well go act. Maybe she can play a dead body and lie next to Song Yixuan.

Over the years, he has never stopped looking for his sister.

In fact, behind his cheerful smile, there is a lot of sadness hidden.

Sometimes it hurts to laugh.

Feng Yanhui blasted Guan Qian, "Pah, pah, pah! What do you know?" His tone changed, and the air became solemn, "I'm doing this all for my sister."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he looked up at Song Yixuan who was standing opposite him, "Sixteen years ago, my sister wanted to eat fried chicken for her birthday. But my mother often forbade her to eat it, saying it was junk food. I felt that today was my sister's birthday and I had to fulfill her wish, so I took her out secretly to buy fried chicken."

He frowned unconsciously as he recalled, "That store was very popular, and there was a very long line. But I thought no matter how long the line was, I had to buy it. I waited in line, and my sister was waiting for me. Finally it was my turn, and I bought my sister's favorite fried chicken, but when I turned around, my sister was gone. I shouted, but no one answered me. I found that there were really a lot of people. So many..."

The eight-year-old body was moving among the crowded and tall crowd. In front of him was the crowd that he couldn't get out of, and when he looked up, he couldn't see the sky.

"Xiao Hui——"

"younger sister--"

"Xiao Hui——"

He pushed away the man who was blocking his way and searched anxiously on the roadside. The fried chicken in his hand had scattered all over the ground, leaving only an empty bag.

Every time I think back on it, it feels like it happened just yesterday.

Feng Yanhui raised her head and sniffed her nose, holding back her tears, and said stubbornly, "Are you going to laugh at me? I'm telling you, I'm called 'Third Brother' because my sister calls me Third Brother. I believe my sister will come looking for me when she sees me, and I will definitely find my sister!"

"Clap!"

Guan Qian and Feng Yanhui looked in the direction of the sound at the same time and saw that the paintbrush that Song Yixuan had been playing with suddenly slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

"You guys are too noisy. I have no inspiration." Song Yixuan picked up the pen and stood up. Without even turning his head, he said, "Let's go."

Feng Yanhui looked at Song Yixuan's back, her eyes full of anticipation.

He seemed to have said it on purpose for Song Yixuan to hear.

He just wanted to find his sister so badly.

"I heard that there are no less than five people who go to the Feng family to recognize their relatives every month." Guan Qian had heard about the disappearance of the Feng family's youngest daughter, but Feng Yanhui added a lot of details today.

The Feng family is the first of the top families in the imperial capital, and a top wealthy family. Over the years, hundreds of people have pretended to be the missing daughters of the Feng family and returned to recognize their relatives.

"How can I not recognize my sister? They are all fakes!" Feng Yanhui said, "What do you think? Are you envious of the relationship between us brothers?"

To Guan Qian, these words were a form of ridicule to the maximum.

After all, the brotherhood between him and Guan Tong is negative, and neither of them wishes well for the other, unlike the Feng family, where the brothers are friendly and respectful to each other and live in harmony.

Guan Qian smiled nonchalantly and said, "You'd better not come here often in the future."

He could see that Song Yixuan was not very welcoming to Feng Yanhui.

"It's none of your business!" Feng Yanhui lowered her head and said fiercely, "Go to hell!"

Double kill!

Guan Qian was killed twice, he raised his eyebrows but was not angry.

It's just a game, he doesn't care about winning or losing.

But as long as Song Yixuan is happy, he is the winner.