I've wanted to divorce you for a long time

Chapter 11: Matchmaking Is Useless

Rong Ci listened and almost laughed.

Lin Wu and Feng Tingshen had only met after she and Feng Tingshen were already married.

Lin Wu knew about her relationship with Feng Tingshen. She couldn't believe that Lin Lihai didn't know Feng Tingshen was his other daughter's husband!

He definitely knew.

Yet he was still shamelessly trying to match Lin Wu with Feng Tingshen.

This showed how thoroughly he disregarded her as a daughter in his heart!

Feng Tingshen agreed to the proposal.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Rong Ci watched as Feng Tingshen waited for Lin Lihai to get in his car and drive away before getting into his own car to leave.

Given Feng Tingshen's current status and position, he would only show such respect to a few elderly members of the Feng family.

But Feng Tingshen was clearly showing respect to Lin Lihai.

Just because he was Lin Wu's father.

Thinking of this, she recalled the few times Feng Tingshen had met her grandmother and uncle and aunt, when he had been quite cold and dismissive.

Moreover, in the past, even when she carefully brought it up, he was never willing to help her uncle with anything...

But he didn't treat people Lin Wu cared about with the same attitude.

His treatment of her versus Lin Wu was completely different, like heaven and earth.

This was the difference between love and indifference.

After a while, Feng Tingshen also left.

It was only much later that Rong Ci turned and entered Yan Hao.

In the afternoon, after Rong Ci finished work, she went home to get the gifts she had prepared for the Feng family's grandmother and grandfather before driving to the Feng family's old residence.

The Feng family's old residence was near the outskirts of the capital city, where the mountains and waters were beautiful, and the environment was peaceful, very suitable for elderly people to live.

The only drawback was that it was quite far from the city center.

Rong Ci drove for an hour and a half before reaching the old residence.

She parked the car and was carrying the gifts, but before she entered the house, she heard her daughter Feng Jingxin's cheerful laughter.

Grandmother Feng, facing the door, noticed her first and immediately smiled: "Xiao Ci is here? Quick, come sit by Grandmother."

But only Grandmother Feng was smiling. When Feng Tingshen's mother—her mother-in-law—and Feng Tinglin and her son saw her, the smiles on their faces faded.

Rong Ci noticed this but was no longer as concerned as she had been before.

She pretended not to notice, smiled, handed the gifts she had brought to the butler who came to greet her, and walked toward the old lady: "Grandmother."

"Yes." The old lady was beaming with joy, pulling Rong Ci to sit down, then frowned: "Why have you become so thin? Is Tingshen bullying you?"

Rong Ci lowered her eyes and shook her head: "No, I've just been quite busy lately."

This statement was half-true and half-false.

Feng Tingshen hadn't bullied her, but her mood was indeed often affected by him.

Besides that, during the past half month, after work each day, she had basically been focused on researching artificial intelligence, often studying until the early hours of the morning before sleeping.

This was also a reason for her recent weight loss.

Before the old lady could speak, Feng Tinglin let out a derisive laugh: "The way you talk, someone might think your work is so important that the entire Feng Group couldn't function without you."

Feng Tingshen's mother, Sang Qian, sat to the side, exuding the elegance of a noble lady.

She took a sip of tea and said coldly: "If you find working at Feng Group tiring, you might as well resign. After all, no one begged you to work at Feng Group."

Feng Tinglin laughed: "That's right! But I'm afraid someone might not be willing to let go—"

The old lady couldn't stand others talking about Rong Ci and was about to speak, but Rong Ci spoke first: "I have already submitted my resignation. Once I complete the handover of my work, I will leave Feng Group."

Upon hearing this, Sang Qian and Feng Tinglin were both stunned.

The old lady frowned: "Xiao Ci—"

"Mom is here?"

Feng Jingxin had just taken the elevator up to the second floor.

Now coming down by elevator, seeing Rong Ci, Feng Jingxin was quite happy, after all, she hadn't been in contact with Rong Ci for over half a month.

She interrupted the old lady's words and threw herself into Rong Ci's arms: "Mom!"

Rong Ci paused, gently hugged her back, made a sound of acknowledgment, but didn't say anything.

The old lady actually didn't want Rong Ci to leave Feng Group.

However, seeing Feng Jingxin there, she didn't continue the previous topic, but smiled and said to Rong Ci: "Xiao Ci, Grandmother hasn't had tea brewed by you for a long time. Would you brew some for Grandmother?"

Rong Ci had grown up by Grandmother Rong's side. As a young girl, she had a calm and peaceful nature, could sit still, and was also naturally talented. Over the years, she had become skilled in the art of tea.

"Of course, but it's almost dinner time..."

Feng Tinglin liked coffee and not tea.

She also didn't like watching Rong Ci showcase her tea art, so she interrupted: "Yes, we'll have dinner soon when Tingshen and Tingyi return..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Tingshen returned.

After entering, he first greeted the old lady and Sang Qian.

Seeing Rong Ci, he glanced at her and then looked away, sitting down in a single-seat sofa far from her.

Feng Jingxin, seeing Feng Tingshen, immediately left Rong Ci's embrace and ran over: "Dad!"

"Mm." Feng Tingshen hugged her, looked around, and was about to speak when Feng Tingyi returned.

Feng Tingyi was much younger than Feng Tinglin and Feng Tingshen, not yet an adult, with a bright and cheerful disposition. After entering, he lightly jumped over the armrest of the sofa and sat down steadily.

Seeing so many people present, he smiled: "Is everyone waiting for me?"

Feng Tinglin slapped his head: "Yes, we're all waiting for you with empty stomachs!"

Feng Tingshen had a serious personality and didn't talk much. Feng Tinglin had a fiery temper. Feng Tingyi was the family's source of joy and was closer to his parents emotionally.

Upon his return, Sang Qian's previously cold face clearly showed a smile, and the old lady was also happier. Seeing it was getting late and everyone was hungry, she ordered the meal to be served.

With a total of nine people, they went to the small dining room to eat.

When taking seats, the order was the old lady, Feng Tingshen, Feng Jingxin, and Rong Ci.

The old lady smiled and beckoned to Feng Jingxin: "Xin Xin, switch places with your father, let your father and mother sit together."

The old lady was always making efforts to match Rong Ci and Feng Tingshen.

Everyone else was used to it.

They all thought the old lady was wasting her efforts.

After all, no matter how much she tried to match them, over so many years, Feng Tingshen's attitude toward Rong Ci hadn't changed one bit.

It was precisely because they knew the old lady's matchmaking was useless that Feng Tinglin smiled sarcastically. This time she couldn't even be bothered to interfere and just sat down in any seat.

Although Feng Tingshen didn't like the old lady's arrangement, as long as it wasn't a major issue, he wouldn't deny the old lady's request.

So he said nothing.

Which meant he tacitly agreed.

Rong Ci was no longer excited by the old lady's matchmaking as she had been before.

Her expression was indifferent, but when she looked at the old lady, her smile was gentle, and she said: "It's fine, Grandmother, let's sit like this."