Chapter 570

The friend Feng Tingshen claimed had returned from abroad—was it really Lian Ningqi?

Rong Ci didn’t ask further; she replied once and hung up the phone.

……

Rong Ci guessed correctly: the friend Feng Tingshen had returned from abroad was indeed Lian Ningqi.

That evening, Lian Ningqi’s welcome banquet ended just after nine.

When Feng Tingshen carried her out of the hotel, she was already very sleepy; she wrapped her arms around his neck, yawned, and said, “Dad, I want to go to my great-grandmother’s house. I want to sleep with Mom tonight.”

Feng Tingshen smiled. “Alright.”

Feng Tingshen then told the others, “We’ll leave first.” After speaking, he added to Lin Wu, “Be careful on your way back.”

Lin Wu: “I will. You too.”

Feng Tingshen carried Feng Jingxin into the car and left first.

They had all heard what Feng Jingxin had said while in Feng Tingshen’s arms.

Lian Ningqi already knew Feng Tingshen and Rong Ci had not officially divorced because of Feng Jingxin; she noticed Feng Tingshen seemed to be growing even more fond of Feng Jingxin.

Watching Feng Tingshen’s car fade into the distance, she said, “Is she this clingy to her mother now? Will this divorce not be complicated by her?”

Lin Wu paused, saying nothing.

Qi Yuming, however, rubbed his chin and said, “Hard to say.”

Lian Ningqi frowned, looking at Lin Wu. “Haven’t you talked properly? She needs to know eventually. You can’t keep hiding it forever.”

“I know, but…”

Lian Ningqi also understood that Lin Wu and Feng Tingshen would handle this themselves; though she cared, she didn’t press further.

At that moment, her gaze happened to shift toward He Zhangbai, who was taking a call nearby.

She paused, smiled, and couldn’t help asking Lin Wu, “Does this young master He have a girlfriend?”

Lin Wu and Qi Yuming both froze.

But they immediately understood Lian Ningqi’s meaning; Qi Yuming laughed at once. “No, not yet. Is Miss Lian interested in my brother?”

“A little.”

Unless something unexpected happens, she’ll likely be arranged to marry someone.

If it’s an arranged marriage anyway, why not choose someone with good conditions whom she actually likes?

In her view, this young master He was excellent—good-looking, capable, composed, utterly impeccable.

Qi Yuming laughed. “If Miss Lian truly likes my brother and wants to pursue him, I’d wholeheartedly support it—”

Qi Yuming paused, then suddenly remembered something. “But my brother already has someone he likes.”

Hearing this, Lian Ningqi wasn’t surprised. “I guessed as much.”

Qi Yuming was about to ask how she knew, when Lian Ningqi turned to Lin Wu. “Who does he like?”

Lin Wu lowered her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Lian Ningqi blinked, looking at Qi Yuming. “You don’t know either?”

“No,” Qi Yuming said. “It’s not someone we know.”

As they spoke, He Zhangbai finished his call and returned. “I have something to attend to—I’m leaving now. You two keep talking.”

Qi Yuming cleared his throat and smiled. “We were just talking about you.”

Remembering he hadn’t inquired about He Zhangbai’s love life in a long time, he added, “It’s been so long—when are you finally going to bring the one you like to meet us?”