"That woman sent you two large suitcases of stuff. I’m going to take a look." She’s saying nice things, but she wants to see if the Jiang woman bought good stuff for this little girl.

Ming Wei’s eyes flashed with a hint of rejection, but she said nothing in the end.

In the living room.

Han Bin invited Feng Wei to sit.

"Qianqian is actually very well-behaved. After what happened, she might still be taking time to accept having a new sister at home. Give it a few days, once they get through the adjustment, they’ll surely get along like real sisters."

Han Bin didn’t even believe his own words, but he couldn’t find a more reasonable excuse.

Feng Wei’s expression was unclear: "Since Ming Wei has been brought here by Lu Lu to live, it’s not realistic to expect you to treat both children equally, but I still hope you don’t favor your own child too much."

"Don’t worry, I won’t."

Han Bin smiled, offering his promise.

"About you and Lu Lu..."

Feng Wei didn’t finish his sentence, trusting Han Bin understood.

"Qianqian is still young and can easily become extreme," Han Bin explained quickly upon seeing Feng Wei’s expression change. "Let me finish... What I mean is, tomorrow I’ll make time to register and get the certificate with Lu Lu, but the wedding might have to be postponed."

At this, Feng Wei was silent for a while, then spoke: "Alright, go ahead and get the certificate first." Whether they hold a wedding was indifferent to him, especially since Feng Lu was married once before, and staged a ’fake death escape’ over ten years ago—now that she’s suddenly ’alive,’ being found out by familiar people could drown the whole family in gossip.

On the second floor.

"She’s pretty generous with spending on you."

Feng Lu watched Ming Wei open the two large suitcases, pulling out one by one stylish clothes, clearly from high-end overseas brands for young girls: wool coats and dresses, along with boots and two berets in different colors, speaking with a tone drenched in acidity.

However, Ming Wei didn’t respond; she quietly organized the clothes, shoes, and socks.

"This hat looks very nice, how about mom wears it for a couple of days and then returns it. By the way, I think this pink and white wool coat is great too, how about..." Before Feng Lu could finish, Ming Wei interrupted: "Mom, if you want it, I could give it to you, but you know these were bought by my stepmother, and if she finds out..."

Upon hearing the word "stepmother," Feng Lu felt a sense of shame on her face, waving her hand impatiently: "Alright, alright, I don’t want them, okay? You talk too much!"

"It’s not that I talk too much; it’s that you don’t consider your current body shape. Can you even fit into my clothes? Besides, the coats my stepmother bought are clearly for young girls around ten; do you think they’d suit you?"

"I said I don’t want them, why are you still babbling?"

Glaring at Ming Wei, Feng Lu snorted coldly, remembering what her brother Feng Wei said, and asked Ming Wei: "How does the Jiang woman treat you usually? Does she have a double face, one thing in front and another behind?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Ming Wei stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Feng Lu.

"Whether you want to tell me or not."

Feng Lu replied irritably.

"Since mom wants to know, I’ll tell you."

Ming Wei sat calmly and said: "When my stepmother took care of me and my elder brothers when we were little, she bathed us with her own hands, and told us bedtime stories...

My stepmother cooks very delicious food, makes beautiful clothes, not only teaches us piano, erhu, painting... but also teaches us many life lessons, and would stand up for us when we are bullied..."

Listening to Ming Wei extol the virtues of the "stepmother," Feng Lu ground her teeth inwardly, her face a little cold. She asked: "Is the Jiang woman really that good?"

"In the hearts of mine and my brothers, our stepmother is indeed very good."

Ming Wei responded candidly.

Feng Lu: "If the Jiang woman is so wonderful, why would you still live with me?"

"Wasn’t it because you asked for it, mom?"

Han Bin, being a businessman, always maintains a good image externally. He would never let any blemishes in his private life become a stumbling block in his career.

So, even though Han Bin privately acknowledges that Ming Han and Ming Wei are most likely his biological children, under no circumstances would he disclose their true backgrounds.

In other words, publicly, he only has one daughter, Han Qian, at present. If he has other children with Feng Lu in the future, that would be another matter.

As for Ming Han and Ming Wei, their backgrounds are the same as before and would never change in the future either.

But Han Bin overlooked one person—Feng Lu. She has her own calculations and would not let Han Bin do as he pleases. Besides, given Han Qian’s dissatisfaction with Ming Wei, if she doesn’t stir things up in the days to come, that would be hard to believe.

Based on this, whatever Han Bin imagines now is, in the end, nothing more than wishful thinking on his part!

"I don’t want to deal with you now."

Holding Ming Wei by the hand towards the stairs, Feng Lu left Han Bin a view of her back.

"Dad, I hate you!"

Han Qian stomped her foot, tears in her eyes, feeling wronged as she ran in. At the stairway, she deliberately bumped into Ming Wei, then running up to the second floor under Ming Wei’s "bewildered" and Feng Lu’s "displeased" gazes.

As Han Qian’s figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Feng Lu asked Ming Wei: "Did she hurt you?"

Gently shaking her head, Ming Wei withdrew her hand from Feng Lu’s palm: "I can return to my room by myself." Implying that she didn’t need the company of her biological mother.

"That woman sent you two large suitcases of stuff. I’m going to take a look." She’s saying nice things, but she wants to see if the Jiang woman bought good stuff for this little girl.

Ming Wei’s eyes flashed with a hint of rejection, but she said nothing in the end.

In the living room.

Han Bin invited Feng Wei to sit.

...

Before sleeping at night, after an intimate moment with Han Bin, Feng Lu snuggled in his arms, drawing circles on his chest with her index finger, saying: "Did you hear everything I said?"

"Your man isn’t deaf."

Han Bin kissed her fiercely on the lips, then said: "As for Qianqian, you can rest assured. I’ll make sure she doesn’t tell tales at school."

"Do you think your good daughter will listen?"

Feng Lu snorted coldly: "She’ll probably agree verbally but act differently, given the tension between her and Vivi. Once school starts, she won’t retaliate against Vivi with that incident."

"Do you actually want me to follow Qianqian around all the time?" Han Bin withdrew his arm from under Feng Lu’s neck, lying flat without any emotion: "Tomorrow at noon, come to the office, and after lunch break, I will take you to register and get the certificate."

"Are you sure?"

Feng Lu’s eyes lit up, immediately forgetting the matter of Han Qian she just mentioned.

"Why would I lie to you about this?"

Han Bin’s tone revealed a bit of impatience, though Feng Lu didn’t pick up on it, saying: "What if your good daughter finds out?"

"If neither you nor I mention it, how would Qianqian know?" Actually, Han Bin was not very keen on getting the certificate, but due to Feng Wei’s presence today, and since Feng Wei manages the foreign trade dealings, unless he acts foolishly or no longer wants to continue in the foreign trade business, ignoring Feng Wei’s words was not an option.