Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Chapter 1129: I Heard the Mu Family’s Eldest Son Died Young

Su Li looked suspiciously at Tuanzi, wondering if this little bean had made an agreement with Feng Ciye?Su Li sighed inwardly; she had felt something was off with the documentary passing the review process so quickly, but she never expected it was because of Feng Ciye’s secret help.

The die was cast, and the promotional video on CCTV had already been released, so there was no way to refuse.

Su Li felt conflicted, and after pondering for a while, she finally typed "thank you" on the keyboard and sent it.

In the airport, a figure dressed in white sat on a bench in the waiting area, with two long legs gracefully crossed. The deep and attractive eyes stared at the phone in hand, with a gentle look within.

"Fourth Young Master? Fourth Young Master?!" the assistant called out softly beside him.

Feng Ciye moved his gaze from the phone, concealing the expression in his eyes, "What’s the matter?"

The assistant recalled the gentle demeanor of Feng Ciye earlier, akin to a spring breeze, and clicked his tongue twice, "It’s time to board."

tsk, even the former fiancée, Miss Ling, had never received such a tender glance from Fourth Young Master that could drip water.

Feng Ciye put away his phone, stood up, and walked forward.

The assistant walked beside Feng Ciye, saying, "Fourth Young Master, the Feng Family has heard you’re returning to An City for business, so they plan to send a car to pick you up."

Feng Ciye ignored the adoring gazes from the young girls around him. With a graceful hand, he took out a pair of sunglasses and lightly pushed them onto his nose with his index finger, "After getting off the plane, we’re not going to the Feng Family; we’re going to — the Mu Family!"

Under the black sunglasses, a faint smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Are you going to find Mu Shian, President Mu?"

"No."

The assistant was shocked, "Mu Family? The Mu Family of Mr. Qi’s female friend, Mu Qingmei?"

That Mu Qingmei was on good terms with Seventh Master Feng, so she probably wouldn’t bother with Fourth Young Master, right? Plus, what’s he going to her for? There seems to be no connection between them.

Why would Fourth Young Master go back to An City specifically for her? It doesn’t make sense, right?

Feng Ciye boarded the plane smoothly, and with a gentle smile, he declined assistance from the blushing flight attendant, and with a hint of intrigue in his soft voice, he said to the assistant: "I’m not looking for Mu Qingmei; I’m looking for... the eldest son of the Mu Family."

As he spoke, Feng Ciye’s long fingers leisurely tapped on the armrest, a calculated smile gradually appearing on his unparalleled handsome face.

The eldest son of the Mu Family?

The assistant was utterly confused, "The eldest son of the Mu Family? This... this isn’t right. In such a large circle in An City, there’s no eldest son of the Mu Family. Fourth Young Master, I heard the eldest son of the Mu Family died young, right? What are you looking for him for?"

A trace of coldness surfaced in Feng Ciye’s eyes. He had inadvertently discovered something that needed verification.

If it truly is true... then the Feng Family member who ambushed Old Seven in M Country would have a legitimate reason.

Feng Ciye smiled and asked back, "Xiao Zhao, do you know why the default heir of the Feng Family is Feng Huaijin, not Feng Huaimu?"

The assistant’s mind became a bit muddled; it’s a question that puzzled everyone.

The struggle for inheritance in the Feng Family was fierce, yet almost everyone publicly recognized the heir as Seventh Young Master Feng Huaijin, without ever considering the eldest master.

The assistant finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Maybe because... the eldest master has no interest in business, while Mr. Qi is a business genius, and the eldest master likes engaging in high-risk activities like car racing?"

Feng Ciye chuckled at this, glancing out the airplane window at the increasingly small buildings, "Once we investigate the Mu Family in An City, we’ll understand why."

Countless ideas were already forming in Feng Ciye’s mind. A wave of pain caused his brain to ache, draining his already pale face of color.

He instinctively reached out to rub his head and softly said to the approaching flight attendant, "Could you please bring me a cup of hot water? I need to take some medicine."