Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Chapter 960: Feng Jue’s Past

Editor: Henyee Translations

Ning Shen and Family Head Ning’s first wife had both been part of the capital’s wealthy circle. If Feng Jue had seen them at such a young age, it suggested that his family background was not ordinary.

Gu Yang thought of the Feng family, one of the four aristocratic families, and began to piece things together. “Ah Jue is related to the Feng family?”

Feng Jue smiled, his lips curling slightly. “You’re very perceptive.”

Gu Yang then asked, “Is Feng Jue your real name?”

Feng Jue nodded.

Recalling that Family Head Feng Xuan’s children were older than Feng Jue, Gu Yang ventured, “Are you Family Head Feng’s son?”

Feng Jue shook his head. “I’m his younger brother.”

Gu Yang was taken aback.

In other words, Feng Jue was the son of Old Master Feng.

Feng Xuan’s youngest child was Feng Xiaoxiao, who was about the same age as Xiao Yize.

Gu Yang was surprised to learn that Feng Jue held such a high status within the Feng family despite his young age.

“Then why did you end up at Cloud Rising Orphanage in the City of Brisk? Were you kidnapped or trafficked?”

“Something like that,” Feng Jue replied vaguely.

Although Feng Jue seemed indifferent to his background, Gu Yang was deeply concerned. “What happened? Why hasn’t the Feng family tried to find you all these years? Is this related to the Feng family in some way?”

Gu Yang’s mind raced with thoughts of melodramatic internal strife within the Feng family. After her return to the Xiao family, Xiao Yize had shared a lot about the various aristocratic families, and she had taken the initiative to learn more.

The Xiao family and the Feng family had a normal relationship, so Gu Yang didn’t know much about the Feng family. She was aware that the current Family Head, Feng Xuan, had a son and a daughter. His son, Feng Hao, was the heir and already married, while his daughter, Feng Xiaoxiao, was a well-known beauty in the capital.

Feng Xuan, Old Master Feng’s eldest son, had retired a few years ago due to health reasons, and now Feng Hao was acting as the Family Head. Old Master Feng and Old Madam Feng had passed away more than ten years ago. Gu Yang had never heard of a younger brother of Feng Xuan who was twenty years younger.

Seeing Gu Yang’s serious expression and her concern for him, Feng Jue was elated. He decided to share his story.

Despite being only three or four years old at the time, Feng Jue had a vivid impression of many events and had investigated them over the years.

Feng Jue was the son of the late Old Master Feng and Old Madam Feng. From a young age, he exhibited extraordinary intelligence and was cherished by Old Master Feng, who had planned to groom him as the next head of the Feng family.

However, when Feng Jue was just over three years old, he was kidnapped on the same day he witnessed Ning Shen kill his mother.

At that time, the Feng and Ning families had a strong relationship, with close cooperation and even plans to arrange a marriage between Feng Xiaoxiao and Ning Shen to strengthen their ties.

The incident occurred during Old Madam Ning’s birthday banquet. Old Madam Feng and Old Madam Ning were close friends, having shared a long and strong bond since their youth.

Old Madam Feng had brought young Feng Jue to the banquet. While she was engaged in conversation with Old Madam Ning, Feng Jue fell asleep. Old Madam Ning, wanting to keep him comfortable, instructed the nanny to take him to the room of the Ning family’s eldest grandson, Ning Shen, for a rest.

Young Feng Jue was unusually perceptive for his age. When he woke up, he didn’t cry or fuss. Instead, he attempted to find someone himself, only to discover that the door was locked. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The Ning family’s banquet was bustling, and the servants were not constantly by his side. To prevent any mishaps, they had locked the door to Ning Shen’s room while he was alone.

Unable to leave and feeling bored, young Feng Jue started reading the fairy tale books on the shelf in Ning Shen’s room.

As he browsed through the books, his expression was one of quiet curiosity and discomfort.