"I love you." He held her in his arms again, planting a series of delicate kisses on her face and forehead.

"Little sister, you can’t watch." The sudden voice made Sheng Ning shyly hide in Xu Qigang’s embrace.

Interrupted, a flash of murderous intent quickly passed through Xu Qigang’s eyes.

"An’an." He called seriously.

"Here." An’an playfully greeted.

"Hurry up and take them all away, take your sister away too."

"Go!" An’an waved cheerfully, watching Xu Qigang carry Sheng Ning on his shoulder and leave.

The little brother and sister blinked their big round eyes, curiously watching their mom being taken away.

"Little brother, your mom doesn’t want you anymore." An’an teased, "And your dad doesn’t love you either."

The two little ones didn’t quite understand what it meant, drooling while staring fixedly at An’an.

"Hahaha... Your mom and dad don’t want you anymore, neither does little sister."

This stirred up a hornet’s nest, as the little sister began bawling loudly, and once the little brother saw her crying, he joined in. They cried so heartbreakingly, as if genuinely abandoned by their parents.

Lin En, feeling helpless, thought that their aunt was too childish.

Every time, she came up with new ways to tease the little sister.

Ivy League

Feng Xintong had become quite famous at school; moreover, she knew how to get along with people, so both boys and girls liked her. Of course, this group excluded the high-society heiresses from the US.

They were heirs to big enterprises, all legitimate children, and inherently they rejected any idea of an illegitimate daughter fathered outside their circles. Her social skills were nothing noteworthy to them.

"Do you have an invitation to Feng Xintong’s auction? Do you?" A blonde girl, dressed provocatively, spoke with arrogance.

"Of course I do."

"Hmph! When did an illegitimate child ever get allowed into such places? What a joke."

"Alisa, dare to say that again?"

"I said it, and I’ll say it again, everyone knows you’re a lowlife illegitimate child. Even though your grandfather claimed you back, you’re still an illegitimate child, worse than those street thugs."

"Watch me tear your mouth apart." Feng Xintong shouted and charged forward, knocking Alisa forcefully to the ground with her sudden, powerful move. She quickly mounted Alisa, specifically targeting her chest, applying so much pressure that her sharp nails even dug into flesh.

"Aaaaah... Damn you, let go of me!"

Alisa let out a piercing scream, but Feng Xintong only became more excited, increasing her force. She had learned from years of experience never to strike the face or any visible area during fights, as it gave the other person a chance to expose her.

Targeting areas that couldn’t be shown was the smartest choice.

The two were in a corner of the playground, usually overlooked, but Alisa’s loud shouting quickly attracted attention from the basketball players and cheerleaders nearby.

When people rushed over, Feng Xintong cleverly shifted away from Alisa, disheveling her own hair and lying tearfully on the ground.

"Oh my God! What happened?" A guy was the first to arrive, seeing his goddess lying miserably on the ground, he hurried to help, but Feng Xintong skillfully avoided him.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Feng Xintong cried, her face marked with red from the fight, evoking sympathy from onlookers.