Chapter 1243: Chapter 1244: You Want Me to Leave?
Her heart was pierced with pain.
Ma Qianqian was dead, and besides disgust, all he felt for her was sarcasm.
She didn’t call them Grandma Qin and Grandpa Qin; it was just a way of addressing them, not truly representing that she felt she was part of this family.
Slightly clenching the hand hanging by her side, she suppressed the pain in her heart and looked up to meet his gaze.
Under the moonlight, her dark eyes resembled the night sky, mysterious yet inscrutable.
"I know, your surname is Qin, mine is Feng. This is your Qin Family. I’m aware of that, and I don’t need your deliberate reminders!"
After speaking, as if unwilling to exchange another word with him, Feng Jinglei turned and left.
But before her foot could reach the stair steps, his cold and emotionless voice echoed from behind.
"Fine, then don’t just talk the talk."
Her body slightly stiffened as she turned to look at him, "What do you mean?"
His expression remained unchanged, peering at her, "You’ve been freeloading here for three years now, and you’ve graduated. If you truly have self-awareness, why haven’t you left?"
Her body and mind paralyzed, she never imagined his indifference and callousness could reach such an extent.
"You want me to leave?" After a long time, her trembling voice sounded in the silent night, her pained eyes concealed in the darkness.
"It’s not that I want you to leave; it’s what you said yourself just now."
The pain in her heart was unbearable, the heart that had always been hidden away could no longer endure his callousness and sarcasm. Tears silently flowed down.
"Since you know your surname is Feng, then be sensible for once and don’t make your presence unbearable."
After speaking, Qin Feimo no longer looked at her, instead, he brushed past her trembling body and headed toward the second floor.
Frozen at the foot of the stairs for a long time, Feng Jinglei remained motionless, her heart colder than the late autumn wind.
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The next day.
In old age, people tend to rise early.
Zhuang Yanyan, who woke up early, was busy until ten past seven in the morning before she realized that Feng Jinglei, who usually also liked to get up early, hadn’t come downstairs yet today.
Looking up, she saw her grandson was already awake and fully dressed.
She smiled, "Grandson, you’re up."
Qin Feimo lightly responded with a ’hmm’ and walked toward the living room.
"Wait a moment, I’ll go call Jinglei, and we can have breakfast soon!"
With that, she walked straight to the second floor, brushing past her grandson.
Qin Feimo made no comment and continued directly to the dining room.
On the couch, Qin Guozhong was still reading the newspaper. Seeing his grandson walk in, he also got up, intending to ask if there were any vacant positions in the company.
On the third floor.
Arriving at Feng Jinglei’s room, Zhuang Yanyan first knocked on the door, "Jinglei, are you up? It’s time for breakfast."
After calling out, Zhuang Yanyan stayed close to the door, hoping to hear Feng Jinglei’s response.
But after waiting for a while, she found there was no movement inside.
Standing at the doorway, she couldn’t help but frown slightly and knocked again, "Knock, knock!"
There was still no response from inside.
"Jinglei, Grandma is coming in."
With that, she pushed the door open and entered.
The neatly organized room had no sign of Feng Jinglei, and the bed was also tidy.
In the bathroom?
She glanced over and walked to the bathroom, only to see there was no sign of Feng Jinglei there either.
Strange, where could she have gone so early in the morning?
Zhuang Yanyan stood dumbfounded, frowning, wondering if she had gone out for a walk again.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Yanyan turned to head downstairs to call Feng Jinglei, and just at that moment, she glanced at the bedside table and saw a note.
