Chapter 2297

Feng Shaojin is not a piece of ice, this man is an iceberg, even if she burns herself, she can't make him warm.

He is not a warm and affectionate person. The heavy responsibilities of the Feng family and the tempering of the battlefield have almost consumed all the warmth and kindness in this man's body. He gave all the remaining little bit to his beloved woman , and anyone else will not get half a point.

He Jingshu thought that she might not be able to wait for that day in her whole life.

Mrs. Feng's words and promises to her may never come true.

Thinking of this, He Jingshu touched her little face that was in pain and flustered, but couldn't restrain herself anymore, and burst into tears.

Since she can't get it, why does she want to humiliate herself?

After all, she is also the majestic eldest miss of the He family, with both talent and appearance, and a distinguished status, why should she serve the elders of the Feng family as a girl in the Feng family for so long?

Hearing He Jingshu's sad cry, Feng Muyun also felt sorry for He Jingshu. After all, he was the one who watched the child grow up. Although he was a bit arrogant and occasionally arrogant, compared with the second lady of the He family, he was not bad-natured. Pure and good, there are not so many endless means.

Otherwise, Mo Jinlan wouldn't be able to live well until now.

After knowing that the shooting at the engagement banquet was directed and acted by Feng Shaojin, he was no longer as obsessed with forcing Feng Shaojin to marry He Jingshu as before.

The Feng family has a great career, and although there are heavy responsibilities, if Feng Shaojin insists on refusing, then let nature take its course.

Anyway, the eldest lady of the Mo family was unwilling to marry Shaojin, and he turned a blind eye to the love, hatred, and kindness and resentment of the younger generation.

But I didn't expect that He Jingshu would move into the Governor's Mansion at the behest of Mrs. Feng, and she would be unable to leave after living here.

A girl has a good reputation outside, but when she moves in, the rumors and rumors outside are confirmed, and her reputation is ruined. If she doesn't marry, how should she explain to others?

How to explain to the He family?

Maybe no good family will accept her in this life.

Feng Muyun sighed, with more sympathy in his eyes, and said to Feng Yichen: "Help Jingshu take care of her wounds, so many things happened suddenly in the mansion, send someone to send Jingshu back to He's house temporarily."

He Jingshu choked for a moment, she suffered such a serious injury, her face was ruined, the Feng family refused to give her an explanation, and even wanted to send her back to the He family.

When she is a dispensable servant, will she come and go when she is called?

Feng Yichen held He Jingshu's chin with his fingertips, "The wound on your face is fine, don't cry, don't get wet, take good care of it, I'll give you a bottle of medicine, after the wound scabs, apply it every day, it won't leave Scarred."

Feng Yichen held up her hand, carefully checked the back of the hand, and frowned: "I hurt a meridian, and the blood is still bleeding, I'll sew a few stitches for you."

Holding back tears, He Jingshu asked choked up, "Will there be a scar?"

"The scars will gradually fade over time." Feng Yichen couldn't guarantee that either.

After treating the wound, he gave He Jingshu a few bottles of medicine, and asked people to send He Jingshu back to the He residence.

Only members of the Feng family were left in the hall.

Feng Yichen squatted beside the dead servant, looked around at the surrounding servants, and asked, "Apart from the usual meals, who knows what he ate last night?"

The boy who slept in the same bunk as the deceased replied tremblingly: "It seems, it seems that you and the young marshal also ate the food left over by you and the young commander last night, which was supposed to be thrown away."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Feng's eyes widened suddenly, she looked at the hideous looking boy bleeding to death in horror, and shook her head in disbelief, "How is it possible, impossible!"