After the poor daughter was exposed: bigwigs from all walks of life went crazy

"Sister-in-law, I was studying abroad back then. After hearing about my brother's internal strife, I didn't dare come back. I haven't been able to take good care of you and your son over the years. I'm sorry for you."

Feng Xiuying gathered the hair by her ears and looked at her sister-in-law Zheng Wanshuang, who had looked much older after more than ten years, and sighed helplessly.

In the 160s when the average monthly salary was yuan per person, Feng Xiuying took advantage of her brother Feng Tianbao, who was a bank president, and embarked on the journey of studying abroad with great fanfare.

Because the old man and the old lady of the Feng family passed away early, the money for Feng Xiuying to go to school was paid by her brother Feng Baowen and sister-in-law Zheng Wanshuang.

"Alas, it has not been easy for you to be alone outside for so many years. What's there to talk about is right or wrong? After all, we are all family."

Zheng Wanshuang was also very depressed when she saw her old friend talking about the past again.

Before the accident, the couple could barely support their sister Feng Xiuying who was living abroad. However, after her husband Feng Baowen lost his life in an internal struggle, Feng Xiuying's source of income was cut off. She dropped out of college halfway through and struggled alone to make a living in a foreign country.

"Anyway, I've made it through." Feng Xiuying smiled as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders, and turned to look at her son Gu Xingye, who was sitting on the sofa and concentrating on playing a handheld game console.

"My husband was transferred to the China headquarters by the head office as president. I guess he will live in Zhengzhou for a long time in the future."

When talking about her husband Guster, Feng Xiuying's expression turned into a bit of pride and complacency.

When she was working as a waitress in a Chinese restaurant in Country M, she met this elegant and cultured foreign man. They fell in love at first sight, got married quickly, and obtained a green card to settle down.

After marriage, she found out that Guster was a senior executive of a listed company on Wall Street. He allowed her to live a pampered life as a rich wife. They remained in love for more than ten years and had an excellent son.

Just then, thunder exploded outside, raindrops fell heavily, and a piercing feeling of soreness and itchiness came over her. Zheng Wanshuang rubbed the injured leg calmly.

"Tianrui, I heard you like motorcycles very much? You can usually play with your cousin, he is a racing driver, maybe you will have a lot of common topics."

The atmosphere became cold, so Feng Xiuying had to change the subject. She raised her eyelids and looked at her nephew Feng Tianrui, who was sitting not far away and had been silent.

"You don't know anything about four wheels. I'm just a motorcycle repairman in a repair shop. Auntie, please don't flatter me."

Feng Tianrui had no good feelings towards this aunt whom he had never met.

From the moment she came to Zheng Wanshuang's house and pretended to feel sympathy for her mother, to the moment she lifted her hair to show off her jade bracelet, to the moment she showed off her husband and then her son, every move revealed her condescending sense of superiority.

Mother Zheng Wanshuang has been asking about Aunt Feng Xiulan for years, worried that she is not doing well out there. But she is so good that she knows the address of her family but does not send a letter back home, for fear that the mother and son will know that she is doing well and pester her.

Feng Tianrui understood that belated concern is cheaper than grass.

Hearing her nephew Feng Tianrui's impatient answer, Feng Xiuying smiled awkwardly, thinking to herself that Zheng Wanshuang hadn't even raised a child well over the years.

"The racing industry in Country Z developed late. In all these years, only Shang Yunjie has entered F1. It is normal that most people don't know about racing."

Gu Xingye shrugged, closed the racing game on the handheld game console, and looked at his cousin.

If they were not related by blood, he and Feng Tianrui might never have had the chance to meet in this life.

Because in Country M he is a well-known rising star in the racing world. He won the F15 Formula One championship at the age of 2. No matter where he goes, he is the focus of attention.

He was originally unwilling to transfer to Country Z, where the racing industry is underdeveloped. However, the Yolo Formula One team he plays for happened to have a base in Zhengzhou, which made it convenient for him to practice driving in the future. He guessed that the team still valued him.

After hearing Gu Xingye's objective evaluation, Feng Tianrui lowered his eyes and did not say anything else.

How many young men in this world don't have a dream of becoming a racing driver? However, Feng Tianrui didn't dare to get involved in racing due to his poor family conditions. He was afraid that he would have the unrealistic and unattainable dream of becoming a racing driver.

"Which school did Xingye transfer to?" Seeing Feng Tianrui in a low mood, Zheng Wanshuang changed the subject.

"I entered the international class of Zhengzhou Foreign Language School as a foreign child."

Feng Xiuying was born in Nanhe Province, so she naturally knew how great the study pressure was here. Those who could be admitted to Zhengzhou Foreign Language School through the ordinary academic route were one in a million.

However, her son was able to take a shortcut and easily transfer into this school, which made her feel a little superior.

"Really? What a coincidence that she goes to the same school as my niece Xiaoshu." Zheng Wanshuang was stunned. She didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.

Feng Xiuying raised her eyebrows when she heard the voice. Just as she was about to ask about the details of the situation, footsteps were heard at the door.

When the people in the living room saw this, they all looked up and saw Shen Shu, who was soaked like a drowned chicken because he didn't bring an umbrella.

Seeing this, Zheng Wanshuang quickly stood up and took a dry towel to wipe Shen Shu.

Shen Shu saw that everyone in the living room also paused, and then quickly looked at the two people.

One is a middle-aged woman around 40 years old, dressed exquisitely in Diro from head to toe.

The boy sitting on the sofa next to the woman was about the same age as her. He was dressed very fashionably, in a standard American style, and was about 1.85 meters tall.

She has short black hair that is slightly curly, and deep blue-green eyes. She looks like a standard hybrid of Western bone structure and Eastern skin, very delicate and profound. No matter which country's aesthetics are used, she will be considered superior in appearance.

"Is she the niece you just mentioned?" Feng Xiuying asked curiously when she saw Shen Shu looking a little embarrassed.

"Yes, my cousin's child was admitted to Zhengzhou Foreign Language School in this year's high school entrance examination." Zheng Wanshuang wiped Shen Shu's hair, fearing that she would catch a cold and get sick.

"Then he should be a good student." Feng Xiuying stopped looking at him and agreed casually.

"More than good, he's the top scorer in the provincial high school entrance examination." Feng Tianrui said directly after hearing the voice. He finally got a chance to show off.

Your child is the only one who is good? Haha, my child is good too!

Feng Xiuying was stunned for a moment and looked towards the door again in disbelief.

Hearing that it was the provincial top scorer, Gu Xingye also looked up at the girl curiously. She had an outstanding temperament and was beautiful, but she looked a little embarrassed after being caught in the rain.

Although the aesthetic taste for Asian faces is not uniform in the eyes of foreigners, there are some looks that can create a consensus among them.

The girl in front of him had a beautiful appearance that satisfied everyone's aesthetic taste, but the more Gu Xingye looked at her, the more familiar she looked to him. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he asked with twinkling eyes.

"Are you the champion female racer of the Beijing event?!"