Chapter 5: The Young Lady of Chinese and Western Culture

Guan Wanjiao decided to break up with her. She originally wanted to put on a show with her until the old woman came and took her away, for she was afraid that An Cui would know their purpose too early and some uncontrollable changes would occur. But there were too many accidents. An Cui was not someone who was easy to fool, and the same was true of the three women's trouble today. As long as one had a normal brain, no one would remain indifferent after listening to Feng Bixia and the others. And she couldn't think of any reason to fool An Cui, who seemed very difficult to fool, so direct violence was the safest way.

"That's right. If you know what's best for you, you'll be obedient. We won't kill you. If you obey, you'll have a good life in the future. Otherwise, don't blame us for being cruel! Go upstairs!"

An Cui glanced at the people present, taking in their smug, vicious and relieved expressions, and narrowed her eyes slightly. What a twisted group of people! She had never hurt their actual interests in the slightest, and had never had any deep hatred with them. They had only met for a short day, but there were some minor frictions in temper and language, yet they could be so numb and cruel as to wish her death.

Their attitude towards life is so cold and indifferent that it makes people feel chilled. Who could believe that they are actually members of the famous medical family Feng family?

An Cui lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes blocking her eyes, leaving two graceful curves. She lifted the hem of her skirt and slowly walked up the stairs, muttering to herself in a low, strange but pleasant British aristocratic voice: "Benevolence is born from poverty, righteousness is born from abundance, so it is easy to teach when you are rich..."

An Cui happened to pass by Feng Xueyue. She couldn't hear what An Cui said, but her voice was low and her accent was strange. Feng Xueyue thought of what kind of seminary An Cui was studying in. Her scalp tingled and she turned her head suddenly, "What is she saying? Is she chanting a spell?"

"Don't worry about her. I told you she's a little crazy."

As soon as An Cui entered the room, the door behind her was closed and quickly locked from the outside. She soon discovered that the power in her room had been cut off, which meant that the computer and landline in the room could not be used. She noticed that some things in the room had been moved, and after a careful inspection, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips. Her laptop and mobile phone were missing, and even some jewelry and clothes in her cloakroom were missing.

These are not things that can be put on the table. When you only see these things, you don't know that the most valuable things in her luggage are her experimental reagents and tools.

Tang Caixin happily fiddled with her gains in her room, a laptop that looked like it was worth at least tens of thousands of dollars, and a cell phone as thin as a card. However, both of these items required passwords, so she couldn't open them or use them. But none of this mattered. For a woman, electronic products were far less attractive than fancy clothes and accessories.

Tang Caixin wore a green long dress, simple and retro European and American style, with an exquisite green hat and a pair of gloves, and an emerald necklace that was obviously worth a lot of money. She kept looking at herself in the mirror, feeling very happy.

Unfortunately, Tang Caixin had a bad figure, her waist was tight, her chest was loose, her skirt was too long, her skin was not fair enough, and she had no temperament. The clothes that looked dignified and full of retro fashion on An Cui looked like a bad drama on her, which was out of place. But she didn't feel anything at all, she just felt that she was so beautiful and complacent.

Feng Xueyue saw her like this as soon as she entered the room, and a trace of anger flashed across her eyes. She had originally thought that after An Cui was taken away, everything in her cloakroom would be hers, but Tang Caixin actually dared to get there first! She was full of displeasure, but there was still a faint smile on her face.

When Tang Caixin saw her, she immediately asked, "Xueyue, look, does it suit me? Is it pretty?"

Feng Xueyue didn't say anything, but smiled and walked to her bedside, picked up a few clothes on the bed, and asked, "Did you take them all from her room?"

"Yeah, that little bitch, it's such a waste to let her wear such nice clothes. Yueyue, do you want one? Which one do you like? I'll give it to you?" Tang Caixin said with a smile. These clothes looked so tasteful, especially when An Cui wore them, which gave people a visual impact. Any woman who saw them couldn't help but want one, and fantasize that she could also wear such amazing taste. Tang Caixin really wanted to have them all to herself, but thinking that Feng Xueyue was a rich lady, she had to pretend to be generous.

Feng Xueyue frowned upon hearing this, and said sternly, "When did I ever need you to share things with me? All these things were bought by that woman with my mother's money. Otherwise, where do you think she got the money to customize these high-end things?"

Tang Caixin's face changed slightly and she stood there awkwardly.

Feng Xueyue smiled again, "But as the daughter of the Feng family, how could I be interested in clothes that have been worn by others? You can keep these clothes if you like them, but I can't give you the jewelry and this computer and cell phone. You can pack them up and send them to my mother to see what she plans to do with them. In the future, ask my mother if you want to take her things and see if she wants to take them. Do you understand?" She has already determined that all the good things An Cui has are because of the money given by Guan Wanjiao.

Tang Caixin nodded hesitantly and watched Feng Xueyue walk out of the room. She reluctantly took off the necklace from her neck, but then she thought, there were so many good things in An Cui's room. After she left, she could hide one or two of them and the ladies wouldn't find out.

Feng Xueyue walked out of Tang Caixin's room and came to the door of An Cui's room. She paused, and An Cui's face appeared in her mind. The more she thought about Feng Bixia and the others comparing them, the more unwilling and jealous she became. She gritted her teeth, took out the key that she had just taken from Li Yi before going to Tang Caixin's room, opened the lock, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

Because there was no electricity in the house and all the windows were sealed, it was pitch black. When Feng Xueyue opened the door, what she saw was a ball of orange-red candlelight, which was emitted dimly by a white candle. In the dim candlelight, sat An Cui, who looked like a witch at first glance.

Feng Xueyue took a step back suddenly, her scalp slightly numbing, and she felt that this woman was really like a psychopath.

She didn't notice that there was a box on An Cui's legs, which contained a pile of small broken parts and a half-formed object with a strange shape.

"What are you doing?" Feng Xueyue came to her senses and asked.

"Why don't you come and take a look and you'll know?" An Cui replied lazily and arrogantly.

Feng Xueyue didn't dare to approach, so she stood at the door, smiling and revealing her vicious heart without any defense, "I won't spend my thoughts and energy on you, because no matter how beautiful and gorgeous the flower is, as long as it withers, it is nothing."

"And then?" An Cui raised her eyebrows, motioning her to continue.

Feng Xueyue was startled, and found that An Cui's strange accent in Chinese became normal when she spoke English, beautiful and elegant. She couldn't help but feel jealous. She was born in a famous super family in China. There were only a few girls with the same status as her in China, but no one could suppress her. In S City, no girl had a higher status than her, whether in appearance, family background, academic performance, or superficial cultivation. So suddenly, An Cui, who stood there and robbed her of her glory with just her appearance, and was also the direct bloodline of the Feng family like her, how could she bear it?

She is beautiful but lacks the tolerance and vision to appreciate others, so her appearance and heart are distorted by jealousy.

"Do you know why we only found you now?" Feng Xueyue smiled gently. "We didn't find you before because you don't have a place in the Feng family. Think about it, your father is my father's half-brother, and my grandmother is the one who gave birth to my father. She is your father's stepmother and has nothing to do with you. After your father and your mother died, who would care about you? We found you now just because you are useful."

"In life, people who have no value are ridiculous, girl." An Cui said nonchalantly.

Unable to notice An Cui's loss of composure, Feng Xueyue's expression narrowed, and she continued, "What do you think you are worth? Your value is nothing more than your body! It's just to replace me! In a day or two at most, grandma will take you away and have you undergo an operation to extract your bone marrow and a kidney! After a while, it will be your liver, and maybe one day it will be your heart!"

An Cui's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Feng Xueyue as if she had seen a ghost. As expected of the vicious female supporting role in the brainless CEO's novel, she actually came to spoil the plot for her.

Feng Xueyue saw the arrogance in An Cui's eyes replaced by other expressions as she wished, and smiled proudly, "But don't worry, you won't die so soon. My father doesn't need your heart yet. In order to have resources to use bone marrow in the future, grandma will definitely feed you well. It's like feeding a pig to be slaughtered!"

Feng Xueyue felt that what she said made An Cui painful, and thought she had regained 10% and won once, so she turned around and left happily, then carefully locked the door.

An Cui sat in her seat, the dim candlelight burning silently. She lowered her eyes, gently curled her lips, forming a disdainful and cold arc, reached out to pick up the things in the box, and continued to assemble it.

They thought that to imprison a person, they only needed to take away her electronic devices and cut off the power. However, they didn't realize that there is a type of person who is simply impossible to be imprisoned.

...

Time passed very slowly in the darkness, just about a day, just as An Cui expected.

The moment the door opened, An Cui saw an old woman and several men, one of whom was Chu He who had come to draw her blood before.

The old woman was wearing a black and red tweed skirt, with a little blush on her face. Her gray hair was carefully styled into a bun by a hairstylist. She frowned slightly and looked at her sternly, revealing a sense of coldness and dominance. This was Chu Tianjiao, the former eldest daughter of the Chu family, who took power immediately after marrying into the Feng family. If Feng Xuezun was not so capable and had a temper that was not much better than Chu Tianjiao, and there was no room for two tigers in one mountain, she might still be the one in charge of the Feng family now. However, even though she does not have much say in the Feng family's companies and enterprises now, she is still the one in charge of the Feng family's inner house, because Feng Xuezun has not yet married, and as a man, he has no interest in these inner house matters.

Chu Tianjiao looked at An Cui for a few times, with some satisfaction and some disgust. She didn't say anything, but just nodded to Chu He beside her, then turned and left.

Seeing two people coming up to grab her and take her away, An Cui pulled out the long golden cigarette holder from her sleeve, blocked their hands, and said lazily and arrogantly: "I will go by myself."

The two men looked at Chu He, and Chu He glanced at An Cui numbly and nodded, so they didn't try to hold An Cui hostage anymore.

A group of people, led by Chu Tianjiao, walked down the stairs. Guan Wanjiao immediately came up to them in the living room with a gentle smile, "Mom, stay with my uncle for dinner before leaving. I haven't seen you for a long time. I have something to talk to you about."

Chu Tianjiao raised her chin and glanced at her expressionlessly, "Your husband is sick in the hospital, and as a wife, you don't want to save him, but you still have the mood to nag me? I'm not so cruel as to enjoy a feast here while my son is hanging on to his life in the ward."