Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 980: The Story of Ling and Heng (243)

Feng Mingzhu didn't think so.

She was angry recently.

In particular, all the Feng family people had agreed to let Li Nanheng marry her sister's clothes and even her grandmother, who was willing to do anything for her, no longer oppose this matter.

She took it as a disgrace and felt completely isolated at home.

She had nowhere to vent out, so she was very rude to her family recently.

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The dinner party was just a gathering of the famous families in Los Angeles. Business people present stood in groups of three to five to discuss business and contracts, and ladies gathered talking about gossip, such as some girl was dumped by her boyfriend and some girl was cheated by her fiance.

Feng Ling followed Qiao Fei in the crowd and whenever they met an acquaintance of the Qiao Family, she followed Qiao Fei to nod and greet the other party. Besides that, she didn't do anything else.

However, because of Feng Ling's presence, Qiao Fei's parents did not introduce any girl to Qiao Fei. Holding Feng Ling's hand and walking in the crowd, Qiao Fei looked quite energetic although he still looked quite gaunt just now.

On the other side.

Qin Qiu helped her mother to sit on a leather sofa in the banquet hall. There were several old ladies from other families beside them, who were all around 70 or 80 years old. These old ladies were unwilling to be left behind by young people. Although they were old, they were still dressed fashionably, and occasionally they would stand up and walk a few steps with a cane in their hands.

The old ladies were chatting happily about what kinds of woods their crutches were made of, where their children bought them their coats, and how their family business developed during these decades.

A woman was a woman. Although they were aged, they still had the mind of rivalry. The more they chatted, the more topics they had.

Qin Qiu's mother also became happy as she chatted with these old ladies. When Feng Mingzhu came over, she saw her grandma get up and sit on the sofa on the other side, leaving her bag on the sofa she just sat on.

The old lady was afraid that the jade ring would get lost, so a few days ago, she specially asked a craftsman to make a very strong jade chain to string the jade ring and hang it on the zipper of her bag.

Looking at the jade ring, Feng Mingzhu remembered how her grandma often sighed at this thing. If she remembered correctly, her grandma once said that this jade ring was a pair with the jade pendant worn by her dead sister.

Feng Mingzhu stared at the jade ring and her eyes became colder and colder.

She had been dead for so many years! Why did she still snatch what was supposed to be hers? She just existed in this world for one year! Must she be commemorated by everyone forever?

She pulled the jade ring down with a jerk. Seeing that her grandmother was chatting happily with other old ladies and did not notice what she did, she clenched the jade ring in her hand, threw it into her bag, and walked away.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Excuse me," Feng Mingzhu said gently as she passed by her friends and then walked towards the bathroom.

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In the bathroom, in a toilet cubicle, Feng Ling heard the sound of high-heeled shoes approaching from outside. She didn't pay much attention but then she noticed that the person outside didn't use the toilet but just washed her hands and refined her makeup.

For some reason, Feng Ling felt very strange about this person, so she gently pushed the door open and peeped out.

Feng Mingzhu took out a jade ring stringed with a jade chain from her bag and held it in her hand, looking at it with a strange look, as if hesitating about something.

After two or three minutes, Feng Mingzhu suddenly threw this jade ring into the trash can with a deadpan look, then washed her hands, and walked away.

Feng Ling was surprised. No matter how rich the Feng family was, how could she just casually throw away the jade ring that looked quite expensive?

And she hesitated long before throwing it away.

There must be something wrong.

Although Feng Ling didn't pay much attention to the Feng family, she had a hunch that something was not right. Curiously, she walked to the trash can and saw that the jade ring happened to fall on a clean plastic bag inside, so she picked it up. The touch of this jade ring was hard and cold, reminding her of the touch of the jade pendant she had been wearing since she was a child.

She stroked the jade ring, in the middle of which there was a ring, and it seemed that a jade piece could be put into it.

The size of the ring in the middle…

Feng Ling paused and suddenly touched her neck, only to remember that she hadn't worn that jade pendant with her for a long time.

It had been in the suitcase under her bed at the XI base.

But although she didn't wear it with her, she felt that her jade pendant seemed to be able to fit in. But without the jade pendant here, she wasn't a hundred percent sure.

If her jade pendant did fit in, what did it mean?

Did the character "Feng" on that jade pendant have anything to do with the Feng family?

While Feng Ling was wondering, suddenly, there was a series of screams of women and roars of men outside, she frowned, held the jade ring in her hand, and walked out quickly.

The bathroom was on the second floor of the banquet hall. As she walked out, she heard someone shouting, "Run, run… There are gangsters sneaking in… They held Miss Feng as a hostage… They have guns. Gosh, they must be a bunch of outlaws! Run… Otherwise, we won't be able to get out. Let's go to the back door…"

Hearing these words, Feng Ling had no expression. People were running to the back door behind her, but she was the only one who went back without hesitation.

She walked to a dimly lit handrail on the second floor and looked down at the chaos below. Feng Mingzhu, who had just come out of the bathroom, was held in the middle by two men in black suits with guns pointing to her forehead. Feng Mingzhu was so scared that her face was ghastly pale. She trembled and looking around entreatingly, hoping someone could save her—