Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Feng Ciye’s face turned pale, a look of desolation.

Su Li... knew about his disgraceful past at this high school?

Every time he thought about it, he felt disgusted.

At fourteen, he was brought back from Jiang City to An City and the Feng Family; he worked hard and was obedient. In this high school full of noble young men and women from prestigious families, he was amicable and never offended anyone.

Yet on that rainy night, he was drugged and locked in the bathroom, and a woman came in.

Su Li tightly held Feng Huaijin’s arm, calling towards Feng Ciye’s direction: ”It’s this woman! She admitted it herself just now and also confessed that she threw a false accusation at Feng Huaijin.”

This caused the rift between the two brothers; both wished they could kill each other.

Shi Yinyin and the other women were stunned; how could they be so lucky as to encounter both Feng Ciye and Feng Huaijin!

Rumor has it that these two brothers despise each other. Wherever Feng Ciye was, Feng Huaijin was absent, and vice versa. That’s why she dared to speak so recklessly.

And clearly, there was no one here just now, so how could they be overheard?

Shi Yinyin and the women’s faces turned ashen, and a trace of fear slowly surfaced in their eyes.

Feng Huaijin looked at the women, a cryptic smile appearing at his lips: ”Miss Shi Yinyin? I’ve been away from An City less than two years, and you think you can speak freely of me, Feng Huaijin, anywhere in An City?”

The Great Demon King of Imperial City An, someone who people feared speaking ill of behind his back.

These women were pretty bold.

”And you let me bear the false accusation?” Feng Huaijin’s tongue gently circled his upper gums, his expression playful yet serious.

He knew that his relationship with Feng Ciye had deteriorated immensely due to this matter, but he hadn’t expected to be falsely accused.

Feng Ciye was convinced it was him, thought it was his means to get him out of the country, yet the truth was beyond that...

Shi Yinyin felt so frightened her legs weakened; she wanted to flee but saw these intimidating figures emitting an aura of coldness, and she didn’t dare move. She regretted it deeply.

Feng Ciye’s lean body stood there, his fists clenched tightly beneath his trench coat, his brows lowered, eyes revealing an unpredictable emotion.

Such a shameful past, and still Su Li knew about it.

Was Su Li so eager to tell him because she didn’t want him to continue misunderstanding Feng Huaijin?

Feng Ciye cast a cold glance over Shi Yinyin and the women, then turned and vanished from their sight.

Su Li couldn’t see, and was a bit unsure, had Feng Ciye left?

”Shall we sit in the auditorium? I’ll be giving a speech later.” Feng Huaijin glanced meaningfully at the women and led Su Li toward the auditorium.

Su Li, thinking about Feng Ciye, nodded absentmindedly.

Why wasn’t Feng Ciye at all happy upon abruptly learning this?

Su Li, supported by Feng Huaijin, sat in the center seat of the auditorium.

It’s said this position offers the best view, though unfortunately Su Li couldn’t see the elegance of Feng Huaijin as he would soon be up giving a speech as an outstanding alumnus.

Suddenly, a faint scent of cymbidium orchid wafted into her nose; someone seemed to sit beside her.

Su Li hesitated for three seconds and couldn’t help but murmur softly: ”Feng Ciye? Fourth Young Master?”

Feng Ciye froze, how did she know?