Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

"I've said it before, it's one thing for kids to fight, but it's another thing for adults to get involved."

At the Feng family home, Mr. Feng's face was extremely gloomy.

"Let's start with that girl from the Duan family."

“Father,” Feng Yao said with a hint of helplessness, “Duan Jun is at the old lady’s place on Chang’an Road. I went there last night and haven’t come out since.”

Mr. Feng was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Duan Wu is just like her father! She has a dog's nose!" Father Feng clenched his fists, making a cracking sound. "Where's Jiang Zong? Where is he?"

"He's at the Beijing Hotel, that place... there's no way to make a move there."

"Where's Lin Ting?!"

"She disappeared yesterday, and Jia Yong is also nowhere to be found."

"...!"

Mr. Feng suddenly slammed down the teacup in his hand.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pacing restlessly in the study with his hands behind his back.

A moment later, he suddenly turned to look at his eldest son: "Are you trying to tell me that I can't touch any of these three brats?"

Feng Yao nodded with a regretful expression: "Yes."

"what!"

Mr. Feng was furious at Feng Yao's attitude. He took a few steps to stand in front of Feng Yao, pointed at his chest, and said, word by word, "Xiao Hui is your brother, your own brother! If something happens to him, no one in our family can escape responsibility!"

“I know he is my brother,” Feng Yao said calmly, almost coldly, “but I would never have made that call if my mother hadn’t forced me to.

"What did you say?"

Feng Yao said expressionlessly, "Father, Xiao Hui is finished. Make him confess his crimes truthfully and shift the blame onto Jia Yong. He will only be sentenced to ten years or so at most. After this storm passes, we can work on medical parole. He won't suffer much more."

“Xiao Hui is young, so it’s understandable that he was deceived! By doing this, you are putting the greater good before your own family, which will not only protect you but also have little impact on the rest of your family.”

Hearing his words, Mr. Feng asked somewhat irrationally, "Are you asking me to personally send my son to prison?"

"Yes."

"Snapped!"

Mr. Feng slapped Feng Yao across the face.

"You're afraid your job will be affected, aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes and emphasized angrily, "Feng Yao, I don't care how much you dislike Xiao Hui, he's your own brother! You're the older brother, and when something happens, you only think about sacrificing your brother to protect yourself. You... are unworthy of being a son!"

"Father, I..."

"Alright! Get out!"

Feng Yao watched his father's retreating figure, his eyes filled with disappointment.

After a moment, he bowed slightly before turning and leaving.

Not long after, he returned: "Father, Xiao Hui called and said that his people have taken control of Lin Ting's best friend in Shenyang."

Mr. Feng's eyes lit up instantly.

……

"Send people, send people from nearby, they need to be skilled, and they must be in place before Nannan arrives in the capital."

Mr. Jiang sat in his office, his brows slightly furrowed. "Book me a plane ticket too. I'll go there."

Uncle Nie looked at him and said, "Calm down. What can you do there? Fight with Old Feng?"

“I’ll stand right in front of Nannan and see who dares to walk past me.” Father Jiang’s brows furrowed even more. “The Duan family deliberately let Feng Hui go, with the intention of uprooting the Feng family. At this time, the Feng family will do anything.”

Uncle Nie was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll do it right away..."

Before Uncle Nie could finish speaking, Father Jiang's elder brother rang.

"Hey?"

He answered the phone impatiently, and in the next instant, his tone changed drastically, almost making Uncle Nie's back hurt: "Darling, don't be afraid, stay calm, your master will be in the capital soon to back you up... Ah? No need?"

Mr. Jiang held the mobile phone, looking somewhat bewildered.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Ting said in a relaxed tone, "Yes, I spoke with Duan Jun on the phone. She has already sent someone to pick up my brother and take him to her grandmother's house. When I arrive in Beijing, I will go there directly."

Jiang's father thought of the Duan family's matriarch, who was over ninety years old and had made many contributions.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Going to the old man's place is no problem."

He paused, then added, "Nannan, that person is a pillar of the nation. I heard that her health hasn't been very good in recent years. Please remember, don't let her worry too much."

"Don't worry, Master, I know what I'm doing."

"Yes, I always trust you to do things."

After exchanging a few words of concern, Mr. Jiang hung up the phone.

He looked up and met Uncle Nie's teasing gaze.

Uncle Nie: "I told you you were overthinking it. Miss never does things without leaving herself a way out."

"Are you trying to say you know Nannan better than I do?"

"You... are being unreasonable."

……

As Lin Ting stepped across the threshold, she saw two people waiting for her.

Before entering the city, Yang Meiyun had already parted ways with her. She and Badalkin discreetly took a minibus into the capital and went directly to the hospital.

Few people in the capital know Yang Meiyun, and she is very safe as long as she doesn't stay with Lin Ting.

"Wow, the timing is perfect, just in time for lunch." Duan Jun put her hands behind her head, her casual demeanor showing none of the air of a girl from a wealthy family.

"Hey, bad guy."

Lin Ting waved to her, then went straight to Jiang Zong and asked, "Brother, are you alright?"

Jiang Zong remained silent.

Not good, really.

I've met too many people.

Duan Jun, in particular, loves to talk.

He has a headache.

But when he saw Lin Ting standing safely in front of him, he felt reassured.

"I'm fine." He brushed the stray hairs from Lin Ting's cheek and asked, "Are you tired?"

"I'm exhausted." Lin Ting handed him her bag. "Hold this for me for a bit."

Her exhaustion had little to do with the bag; it was more about the mental strain and the bumpy ride along the way.

Jiang Zong took the bag and put his hand on her shoulder: "Eat first, you must be hungry."

"Ah."

Lin Ting nodded and looked at the bad guy again: "Shall I wash my face first, and then say hello to Grandma Duan?"

"No need," Duan Jun said. "My grandma doesn't eat dinner. She's reading and writing right now, so I don't want to disturb her. She said today's timing is inconvenient, and we can have a proper chat tomorrow."

"Alright, then I'll go along with whatever the host says."

Lin Ting didn't insist and followed Duan Jun to the restaurant.

The Duan family's meals were mainly light and simple, but Lin Ting ate them with great relish.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Duan Jun asked her, "I have an interesting question for you."

"You said."

Having eaten someone else's meal, Lin Ting temporarily forgot that she was a "bad person".

"I heard that the Feng family's attention has inexplicably shifted to Shenyang. What's going on?" Duan Jun gestured with his chin towards Lin Ting.

When others do this, it always seems provocative and unruly, but Duan Jun does it with a touch of nonchalance.

Lin Ting grunted and looked at her with a puzzled expression: "Didn't you tell me to play my cards as soon as I had them? Well, I did."

Duan Jun's eyes widened slightly: "You really still have cards to play?"

"What you're saying... I still have my trump card to play."

"...!"

Duan Jun got excited and grabbed Lin Ting's arm: "Good sister, tell me, what's the trump card?"

Lin remained silent, glancing at her sideways, clearly wanting something in return.

Duan Jun immediately said, "I've prepared the shops you mentioned before, eight in total. I'll take you to see them once things have settled down!"

Lin Ting was very polite: "Thank you."

Seeing that she still had no intention of speaking, Duan Jun could only add, "I'm still in talks with the TV station about the advertisement. We'll have to wait until things are settled here. You should understand, right?"

Lin Ting nodded.

Then, she took two brand-new playing cards out of her bag.

One King.

A small king.

Duan Jun: "...?"

Lin Ting: "Anyone who sees this will say it's the real deal."