She Lives without Regret in This Life

Behind the twenty chairs stood many people, most of them were their assistants or those one level below them, considered the backbone of the Feng Family. Not counting the bodyguards at the very edges, altogether there were over a hundred people.

When Sheng Ning appeared at the doorway wearing a black high-collared modified Zhongshan suit, the conference room immediately fell silent, countless eyes all focused on her.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she interlocked her fingers to maintain her composure. No panic, and certainly no timidity. She expressionlessly looked toward the carved Taishi Chair at the main seat, then her eyes slightly narrowed and indifferent as they swept over each face present.

Those who were originally seated reluctantly stood up upon meeting her gaze.

Feng Zhenzhen followed beside Sheng Ning, her eyes were dark and sinister, and whoever she looked at felt an innate aversion, repulsion yet also fear from the depths of their heart.

Some of these people had served the Feng Family for generations, others had devoted their entire lives to it. Their relationships were interdependent and mutually supportive.

Even those obscure small figures straightened their backs with the Feng Family as their towering backing. On the one hand, they couldn’t leave the Feng Family, yet on the other hand, they wanted to escape its control.

This was once the relationship between the owner and long-term servants, but what era is it now? Or where is this place? This is M Country, and even back home, it has been heard they’re starting reforms and opening up.

The old traditions no longer hold any use.

The trend of new thoughts makes many people restless.

When Mr. Feng was alive, it was fine; no one dared to harbor any disloyalty. But now he’s dead, and the new family head is young, inexperienced, and without a track record, which is precisely the time for them to flaunt their seniority.

Today’s meeting was proactively a Hongmen Banquet.

There was an undercurrent of tension in the conference room, with everyone harboring their own thoughts, and even the killing of the Chief of Chinatown could not deter those blinded by greed.

As Sheng Ning passed by an empty seat, she suddenly stopped. Raising an eyebrow, she casually asked, ”Whose seat is this?”

”Reporting to the family head, this chair belongs to the Chief of Chinatown.” The one who replied was a young lad, not much older than twenty, appearing smart and efficient, with a faint dimple on his left side when he smiled.

”Oh!” She nodded, unexpectedly saying, ”Then this seat is yours.”

”...” The young lad was stunned by this immense surprise, foolishly staring at Sheng Ning, speechless in the daylight. He was just a runner at the pawnshop, working in this field because he was orphaned young and was raised with assistance from the Feng Family Foundation.

He usually had no exposure to such grand occasions, not even qualified to visit the estate.

The other people were also shocked by Sheng Ning’s words, all looking at her with complex expressions, with their thoughts swirling in their minds.

”Stunned?” Housekeeper Xing couldn’t watch anymore, softly reminded.

The young lad immediately snapped back, speaking in a trembling voice of excitement, ”Thank you... Thank you, family head.”

”Have a seat!” Sheng Ning gave Housekeeper Xing a look, to which he immediately nodded in understanding.

”Yes!”

”Wait...” A man in his sixties sitting in the first row angrily stood up, his face flushed with agitation, ”Miss Sheng Ning...”