Chapter 122: The Plot of Bai Huanqing and Her Daughter

The Bai family's living room was lavishly furnished.

Bai Huanqing and Feng Zhuyi sat snuggling together on a soft, golden sofa that reeked of wealth. Arm in arm, they gazed with delight at the invitation in Bai Huanqing's hand. An

undisguised smile graced their lips.

The servants around them, each at their own task, glanced intently, as if blind and deaf, oblivious to the mother and daughter on the sofa.

Their movements were subtle, even though Bai Huanqing and Feng Zhuyi were in a good mood.

But every servant working at the Bai family knew that while Bai Huanqing and Feng Zhuyi appeared gentle on the outside, the slightest offense could result in more than just dismissal.

These mother and daughter hated the sound of anyone making noise while they were talking or plotting. Even the faintest footsteps were a threat to their hearing, and the Bai family's servants were wary, almost trembling with fear. 

They were afraid that a single mistake would anger the two people on the sofa. 

Bai Huanqing and Feng Zhuyi didn't have the energy to care about the servants right now; they had more important things to plan. 

Just then, a servant came out of the kitchen carrying a colorful plate of fruit mixed with various cut fruits. 

The servant was respectful and carefully placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, then quietly retreated to the kitchen. 

It took less than three minutes. 

It was enough to show the fear that the Bai family servants had for Bai Huanqing and her daughter. 

Bai Huanqing didn't notice anything, and didn't even glance at the servant who suddenly appeared. 

She casually shifted her posture, set down the invitation, and reached for her fork, shoving a piece of cantaloupe from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. Smiling, she handed it to Feng Zhuyi, "Mom, here!" 

Feng Zhuyi's gaze shifted slightly from the invitation Bai Huanqing had just set down. She took the cantaloupe from Bai Huanqing's hand, her eyes soft and gentle. "Huanqing, I never thought Yan Ci would think of this. It's all thanks to you!" 

After handing the cantaloupe to Feng Zhuyi, Bai Huanqing forked herself a piece of watermelon and tasted it gracefully. 

Her eyebrows lifted slightly at this, a hint of pride flickering in her clear eyes. 

"Mom, Brother Yan Ci really cares about me. Actually, I didn't say anything. He sent the invitation himself; it's none of my business." 

Feng Zhuyi smiled at the sweet smile on Bai Huanqing's face. She put down her fork and gently stroked her long, smooth hair, her eyes doting. 

She opened her mouth and said, "It means he has you in his heart. Huanqing, our plan is already more than half successful." 

Feng Zhuyi raised her eyes slightly, a gleam of brilliance in her gentle eyes, and a faint smile curved her lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes. 

She paused, then continued, "All that remains is for you to find a way to marry into the Fu family and become the true mistress of the Fu family. And Jiahe, I think if we act quickly, even if Ruan Liuzheng learns of the things that old man left behind, she won't be able to cause any trouble." 

Feng Zhuyi's eyes changed, and a hint of viciousness suddenly appeared in her gentle eyes. 

Bai Huanqing pursed her lips slightly, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on Feng Zhuyi's palm. Qingying's eyes were filled with a venom that matched Feng Zhuyi's. 

She had learned everything from Feng Zhuyi, and only now did she understand why Feng Zhuyi was so eager to destroy Fu Yanci and Ruan Liuzheng's marriage. 

Why was he so determined to restore Ruan Liuzheng to singlehood, even going so far as to… 

It turned out to be the hidden danger left behind by that bitch Ruan Liuzheng's grandfather. That damn old man couldn't even rest in peace after his death. 

He had to make things difficult for their family! 

Bai Huanqing's eyes narrowed, a hint of ice coldness etched in them. 

She took a deep breath, a malicious smile curling up at the corners of her lips, her brows flickering. "If we can successfully win the bid this time, can we pocket the last remaining shares of Jiahe?" 

Feng Zhuyi nodded. "Yes, after all these years of my management, Jiahe is now run by us, save for that stubborn old man surnamed Kong." " 

And I've already secretly transferred most of Jiahe's assets, including some key projects. Just in case, if Ruan Liuzheng really returns with that will, all she'll get is a company with nothing but a shell." 

Feng Zhuyi smiled softly, a flicker of her brows laced with a hint of sinister calculation. 

She opened her mouth and said, "Everything in Jiahe, including the things that little bitch Ruan Liuzheng's grandfather left her, is my dowry for you." " 

Now that it's in our hands, mother and daughter, I will absolutely not allow anything to go wrong. Huanqing, remember, these things belong to you. They are the foundation of your future foothold in the Fu family." 

Feng Zhuyi looked at Bai Huanqing intently, her gentle eyes filled with so much: expectations, hopes, and countless care and love. 

She had suffered injuries in her early years, leaving her with only Bai Huanqing for so many years. 

As she aged, even though she hated to admit it, her body seemed to be working against her. 

In recent years, she had become increasingly unable to do things. 

And her greatest worry was her daughter, Bai Huanqing. 

Fortunately, Bai Huanqing was resolute. Although the matter with Fu Yanci had been a turbulent one, the outcome was satisfactory. 

Feng Zhuyi was relieved, but she couldn't completely rest assured. 

After all, Ruan Liuzheng always posed a significant threat, 

both to Bai Huanqing and to the Bai family. 

Bai Huanqing seemed to have heard Feng Zhuyi's thoughts. She smiled softly, but her clear eyes held an indescribable venom. 

Her expression softened, "Mom, don't worry. I understand all this. I won't let anyone interfere with the interests of mother and daughter, especially Ruan Liuzheng." 

"Although I didn't win first prize in Mr. Wen's exhibition and receive his recommendation, I unexpectedly received a call from Mr. Xu Qiaofeng yesterday. He admires my paintings and seems to be interested in taking me on as his apprentice." 

Feng Zhuyi's grip on Bai Huanqing's hand tightened suddenly. 

Then, a flash of surprise shone in her gentle eyes. 

She clutched Bai Huanqing's wrist tightly, her words a bit incoherent with joy. "Really? Are you sure it's Mr. Xu Qiaofeng?" 

Bai Huanqing nodded affirmatively. "Yes, but I haven't given a definitive answer yet. I'd like to wait until after Professor Wen's birthday party in a few days before giving her an answer." 

She raised her eyes, her clear, serene yet snobbish, a flicker of obvious deliberation. 

In the entire Chinese art world, the two most prestigious and influential figures were none other than Mr. Wen Jiming and Professor Wen Yuexian. 
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She had given up hope on the former, but she wanted to try again for the latter. 

If that didn't work out, it wouldn't be too late to agree to Xu Qiaofeng.

While Xu Qiaofeng's status didn't rival those two, he was still one of the foremost masters in the Chinese art world.

Being associated with him was naturally something many in the Chinese art world dreamed of.

But for Bai Huanqing, Xu Qiaofeng was the worst choice.

She raised her chin slightly, her eyes filled with arrogance and disdain, self-righteously believing her abilities worthy of the best.

Feng Zhuyi, observing this, said nothing, but was instead extremely pleased.

She smiled, "Well, make your own decision. My daughter deserves the best."

Whether it was a partner or a mentor in her career,

her daughter, Feng Zhuyi, deserved it!

...

Elsewhere, in the café across from Junze Law Firm,

Ruan Liuzheng finished her conversation with Shen Liang. She took the documents Shen Liang had brought and left the café, a little troubled.

She was still dressed as she'd arrived, but her demeanor had become lost and cold.

As she left the café, Ruan Liuzheng instantly spotted the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked on the side of the road.

The whole body was pitch black, exuding a low-key and luxurious look, just like the owner of the car.

Ruan Liuzheng clenched the will document in her hand, pursed her lips, and then walked towards the Rolls-Royce Phantom with a firm step.

"How is it, is everything concluded?"

The moment Xie Qingcen saw Ruan Liuzheng appear, he couldn't wait to get out of the car.

At this moment, he leaned lazily against the car door, his dark black eyes slightly lowered, staring at Ruan Liuzheng who was strolling towards him, a hint of worry inadvertently revealed in his eyes.

Ruan Liuzheng stopped and nodded slightly. "Well, it went better than expected. But it seems that you left work a little early today."

Xie Qingcen smiled slightly. He stood up straight like a gentleman and opened the car door for Ruan Liuzheng. "Because he probably knew Miss Ruan would need me, he was very considerate to avoid work today."

"Thinking that I could come and comfort you as soon as possible."

Ruan Liuzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and the heavy haze in his heart seemed to dissipate a little.

She stepped into the car, a faint smile on her cold eyes.

She opened her lips and said, "Do you think I need comfort?"

Xie Qingcen sat down next to Ruan Liuzheng. He glanced sideways and did not speak at the first moment. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked straight at Ruan Liuzheng.

The light in his dark eyes shone, unusually bright and dazzling.

Almost instantly, he attracted Ruan Liuzheng's attention.