Chapter 418 - Chapter 418: No Pain, No Gain

Chapter 418: No Pain, No Gain

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Rong Feiyu lay on her bed, her face ashen as she stared at the ceiling, silent as the night.

Her father, Rong Tianshi, approached and gently touched her forehead. “Are you running a fever?”

Behind him, Wang Qing let out another dramatic wail. “Tianshi, you have no idea how cruel that Rong Qi really is! We merely tried to speak some sense into her, but she exploded in rage. Not only did she hit and kick me, she also pulled Feiyu’s hair and almost drowned her!”

Wang Qing half-leaned into the room, pointing at a bald patch on Feiyu’s scalp. “Look, Tianshi. A whole chunk of her hair has been yanked out. My poor, precious daughter! The doctor says she’s traumatized and might suffer from depression for the rest of her life. Feiyu’s life could be ruined by that monster!”

Rong Tianshi followed Wang Qing’s pointing finger and, indeed, there was a significant bald spot. His face darkened instantly, his whole body quivering with fury.

“This is outrageous! An absolute disgrace! Does she not realize that Feiyu is her own sister? How could she be so ruthless?” Rong Tianshi demanded, anger clouding his features. “Tell me, what on earth happened?”

Wang Qing sniffled a couple of times, exaggerating the events in the capital city as she recounted them. She even added, “You were the one who agreed to ask her for a loan. I never thought she’d not only refuse but also say that she had cut ties with the Rong family and wished for its downfall. Feiyu tried to reason with her and was repaid with such malevolence. We were defenseless against her. My poor daughter!”

As she spoke, Wang Qing dabbed her eyes as if she were the epitome of suffering.

Rong Tianshi gently stroked Feiyu’s head, his voice grave. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make this right. Just wait. I’m going to confront that wretch right now.”

Feiyu’s expression remained unchanged; she didn’t even hum in response.

Fuming, Rong Tianshi grabbed his briefcase and stormed out.

Once they were alone in the room, Wang Qing wiped the tears from her face, her countenance turning cold—a stark contrast to her earlier lamentations.

Wang Song chuckled darkly. “See? Following my advice is always best. Rong Tianshi’s heart is already biased. If you wish to survive in the Rong family, you must grip him tightly. A little suffering now will pay off once we get a hold of the Rong family’s shares. Then, the good life truly begins.”

Wang Qing’s face lit up. She said, “You’re right. It’s been worth the injury. Once I’m healed, I’ll settle the score with that wretched Rong Qi!”

Turning to her daughter, Wang Qing gleamed, “Feiyu, did you hear that? Stick with your brother. You two are the true siblings. Once we control the Rong family, he will use his connections to expand it. By then, you’ll be the sole heiress to Rong Holdings. Without Ye Nanshen’s protection, what can Rong Qi do?”

Rong Feiyu smirked coldly and said nothing. Underneath her blanket, she gripped a tuft of her own hair she had pulled out earlier, her eyes filled with loathing and unshed tears circling in her eyes. She had always cherished her long, beautiful locks, but now they were sacrificed in her scheme against Rong Qi.

Rong Feiyu thought, ‘No matter. No pain, no gain. I will become stronger. Rong Qi, just you wait..’