The Rebirth of the Socialite's Glory (GL) - Chapter 11

The hospital at night was extremely quiet, and the rustling sound of trees outside, blown by the wind, became very clear. The sultry weather also seemed to be driven away by the hospital’s tranquility, so refreshing that it felt as if summer had already passed.

The wounds on her body were still radiating a burning sensation, painfully itchy. Worrying about Ye Qiu in the next room, Feng Hua tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The ringing of her cell phone tore through the silence, sounding sharp and jarring.

Feng Hua looked at the caller ID: Father.

“Father,” Feng Hua said softly.

Feng Heng did not allow her to call him ‘Dad.’ Feng Hua was used to it, and now she was even thankful, otherwise, she thought she wouldn’t be able to address Feng Heng with such an intimate title now.

Feng Heng’s deep voice was amplified in the quiet room, “You should come back, don’t be willful.”

“Father, I want to stay here for a while longer… I will be back before school starts.” Ye Qiu was injured now, and her original plan to return was interrupted, so she had to delay her return for a little longer.

“I said, don’t be willful. The heir of the Feng family does not need willfulness, nor do you need to defy the current patriarch’s orders,” Feng Heng said very coldly, his voice devoid of emotion, “I hope to see you at home tomorrow, my dear daughter.”

Although he called Feng Hua his dear daughter, Feng Hua knew perfectly well how cold this man was when saying those four words. He didn’t care about the father-daughter relationship at all, and the current Feng Hua felt the same.

Before Feng Hua could speak, Feng Heng unilaterally ended the call.

“Sh1t!” Feng Hua threw the pillow on the bed at the door, her hand tightly gripping the phone, her eyes red.

It was the same again, no difference from her previous life. In front of others, she was the pampered eldest daughter of the Feng family, but in front of Feng Heng, she was nothing more than a dog, an obedient dog.

In her previous life, she felt sad, but Feng Heng was her father, the father who gave her everything. She had never thought of disobeying him. But the current Feng Hua was not planning to endure it anymore. No matter how much she owed, it had already been mercilessly taken back by Feng Heng in her previous life.

Wang Mu stood by the door, looking at the strangely agitated Feng Hua, and quietly asked, “Young Mistress?”

“Prepare to go home,” Feng Hua said, and in response to Wang Mu’s curious gaze, she explained, “Father summoned me.”

Wang Mu paused and said, “I understand. Then how should we handle Ye Qiu in the next room?”

“Go pay her medical expenses… Tell the attending doctor to inform her that I had an emergency at home and had to return.” Feng Hua froze, then urged in a low voice, “Father requires me to be home tomorrow. Be quick; we need to leave immediately.”

“Yes, Young Mistress.” Wang Mu glanced at Feng Hua, wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing and went to find the doctor.

This whole mess was caused by Ye Qiu in the first place, and she got hurt too, so why should she feel grateful to Ye Qiu? Paying her hospitalization fees now can be considered repaying her for the kindness of pressing her down. As she carried her luggage onto the private jet, Feng Hua told herself in her heart, She doesn’t owe Ye Qiu anything.

They came slowly by car, but for the return trip, they directly used the private jet, rushing back to race against time.

In the final hour, Wang Mu drove into the apartment complex.

This apartment was Feng Hua’s personal residence, while the actual principal home of the Feng family was only occupied by Feng Heng alone. Feng Heng would at most visit this apartment once a year. For him, the value of a deal he could close during the time he spent seeing Feng Hua was an amount a normal person couldn’t earn in a lifetime. Therefore, coming to see Feng Hua was unnecessary and even represented a significant loss.

When Feng Hua arrived at the living room, panting heavily, the hour hand of the large wall clock pointed exactly at twelve. Sitting elegantly on a large sofa was a very well-maintained man with a distinguished demeanor. He looked very young, like he had just graduated from college.

But anyone who met his gaze would no longer think Feng Heng was just a naïve college graduate. Those who underestimated Feng Heng were invariably stripped of their assets, thrown into prison, or driven to climb to the top floor and jump off. Feng Heng’s heart was cold and lacked warmth, as if a precise instrument had replaced his heart, operating mechanically.

Feng Hua carried a small suitcase. Upon seeing Feng Heng, she stopped her rapid panting. She allowed Chen Sao to take her luggage, then took measured steps to the sofa opposite Feng Heng and sat down, respectfully addressing him, “Father.”

Feng Heng glanced expressionlessly at his wristwatch, “Very punctual.”

Feng Hua knew Feng Heng wasn’t praising her. She slightly lowered her head, looking a little wronged, but her eyes, unseen by others, were full of loathing.

Feng Heng silently watched Feng Hua. Feng Hua kept her head bowed. After a long while, Feng Heng’s faint voice finally reached Feng Hua’s ears, “I’m giving you three months to finish your junior high curriculum. I plan to send you to E-country for study abroad.”

Feng Hua looked up at Feng Heng in surprise, but ultimately said nothing in the face of Feng Heng’s cold gaze. Feng Heng, seeing Feng Hua’s surprise and obedience, felt satisfied yet somewhat bored. He uncharacteristically took Feng Hua’s hand and led her upstairs, only releasing her hand when they reached Feng Hua’s door.

As he left, Feng Heng casually glanced at Feng Hua. Perhaps the moonlight was too cold, making Feng Hua’s face look too pale, but he actually thought his daughter looked somewhat like himself.

Feng Hua was exhausted, but she didn’t allow herself to go straight to sleep. The deeply ingrained etiquette education made her drag her tired body to take a bath.

The reason Feng Hua was so surprised by Feng Heng’s words was not because of his decision to send her abroad, but because Feng Heng had changed the location to E-country. In her previous life, Feng Heng had sent her to M-country.

Both countries had their merits. M-country was more powerful, while E-country had deeper cultural heritage. Regarding the people, the former was known for being aggressive and passionate, while the latter was known for its spirit of gentlemanliness. Relatively speaking, E-country was more suitable for her in her previous life when she was preparing to inherit the family business. In this life, she preferred the fiercely competitive and broad stage of M-country, because she could no longer hope for a smooth transition of the Feng family into her hands.

But this life, Feng Heng still chose E-country for her.

Has Feng Heng scheming against her become a matter of fate?

The next day, Feng Heng was naturally not in the living room for breakfast, but Feng Hua still asked Chen Sao, “Father…”

“The Patriarch returned directly to the company because he had business,” Chen Sao carefully watched Feng Hua’s change in expression. Seeing her expression go from happy to disappointed, she said, “The Patriarch just accepted a major project. He only came back this time because he missed the Young Mistress.”

Hearing this, Feng Hua’s expression softened, her eyes curved into a smile, her voice containing delight, yet she deliberately pretended not to care due to a childish pique, “Really? Father came back just for me?”

“Of course.” Chen Sao looked at Feng Hua with subtle pity, completely missing that Feng Hua was merely acting.

The summer vacation hadn’t ended yet, but Feng Hua once again lived a life of seclusion, following a routine of three points: bedroom, dining room, and study. Feng Hua knew that Feng Heng’s three-month deadline would definitely not be kindly counted from September.

No calendar in the mountains. This saying was appropriate for Feng Hua. She had no opportunity to go to school. Feng Heng directly hired professorial-level private tutors to teach her.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye. Feng Heng appeared again.

Feng Heng took Feng Hua onto a plane, merely saying flatly, “Time’s up. I’m sending you abroad.”

After eleven hours of flying, Feng Hua arrived in L-city, the central city of E-country.

Stepping onto an unfamiliar city, one would suddenly feel like they had entered a new world.

“I’ve deposited an amount of money into your card, enough for your living expenses in E-country,” Feng Heng said to Feng Hua while leading her into a school, “If you need a lot of money for special reasons, you have two choices: either write me an application letter, or find a way yourself.”

Feng Hua nodded, indicating she understood. She subtly began observing the appearance of the school.

Calling it a school was only because Feng Hua saw a sign with the school’s name on it. But in fact, this school was quite large, with a vast area. Looking out, one could only see layered buildings: towering bell towers, ancient brick-red teaching buildings, and small town structures surrounded by flowers and grass. The styles were distinct yet harmoniously blended.

In her previous life, Feng Hua spent all her time studying. She had certainly been to E-country, but she had never properly explored the city, not even traveling around this country with its relatively small land area.

After entering the school, Feng Heng only took ten minutes to lead Feng Hua to an office, and then another ten minutes for conversation and networking, incidentally entrusting her to the woman who was supposedly the academic dean.

Feng Heng didn’t linger and left. He said nothing more, merely stating that he had entrusted her to the woman in front of her, as if this person were her future nanny.

Feng Hua sat obediently on the high chair, staring intently at the teacher, who was undeniably a great beauty.

“Little one, from now on, I will be responsible for your studies and life, okay?” The beautiful teacher half-squatted in front of Feng Hua. Her fiery red lips exuded an alluring charm. Furthermore, she seemed to be speaking fluent and authentic Chinese out of consideration for Feng Hua.

Instead of believing she was a simple female professor, Feng Hua was more inclined to believe she was a genuine socialite from an exceptional background. The aura about her couldn’t be faked, at least not past the eyes of a fellow like her.

Feng Hua suddenly had a wicked thought and deliberately spoke in a baby voice, “Are you the nanny my father found for me? Your chest is so big, but I haven’t drunk milk for a long time, you know.”

Anna Goodrich’s expression cracked, “Nan… Nanny?”