Feng Ruo didn’t want to go, but her mother spoke and Qiao Han was present. If she didn’t send something to her father upstairs, Qiao Han would think she was an unfilial daughter.
Everyone in Jiangcheng knew that the Feng family loved her more than Feng Qing.
It was said that her parents favored her, the fake daughter, and treated Feng Qing, the real daughter, badly.
If she is not filial, she has no image at all.
Feng Ruo wanted to rely on the Feng family and then marry into a wealthy family and become a young mistress.
So, following her mother’s instructions, she prepared food and drink for her father and carried them upstairs herself.
Young Mistress Feng saw Feng Ruo going upstairs, exchanged glances with her sister-in-law, and then ate and drank from her as if nothing had happened.
Hai Ling noticed the eye contact between the first young lady Feng and the second young lady, and always felt that these two women were hiding some secrets, but they asked Feng Ruo to do things, so they probably couldn’t plot against her.
She also communicated with Feng Qing as if nothing had happened.
Occasionally I would talk to Qiao Han.
Qiao Han didn’t talk much in front of outsiders and ate politely. Hai Ling felt it was a pleasure to watch her eat.
Grandma Zhan is so awesome. The grandson-in-laws chosen by her are all the best.
Zhan Haoyu would pick up food for Qiao Han from time to time and was considerate.
But Feng Ruo brought the food and drinks upstairs to her parents’ room door. She freed her hand and knocked on the door, but there was no movement in the room.
She knocked on the door again, shouting as she did so: “Dad, open the door, it’s me.”
“Dad, I will bring you some food. You don’t go downstairs to eat. Mom invited some important people from the clan to come over for dinner. The banquet was very lively.”
There was still no movement in the room.
Feng Ruo knocked for a long time before the door was opened.
Zheng Hua’s face was red and he was holding an unfinished bottle of wine in his hand.
The strong smell of wine stung her nose. Feng Ruo frowned, took two steps back and said to her father, “Dad, why do you drink so much wine?”
Zheng Hua said nothing, turned around, and stumbled back to the sofa.
Feng Ruo was silent before carrying the tray in, walking to the sofa, bending down, and placing the meals on the coffee table one by one. There was also a bottle of wine that had not yet been opened.
She put the bottle of wine on the coffee table and said, “Mom asked me to bring you a meal. This wine is for entertaining guests tonight. It’s all good wine. It’s much better than the bottle Dad is drinking now.”
Zheng Hua said: “Dad is just a visitor. He wants status but no status, status but no position, money but no money, power but no power. It’s good if he can have a bed to sleep on and a bowl of rice to eat. How dare you ask for something to drink? Good wine.”