Old Madam Liu and Wang Zhi, sobbing uncontrollably, also noticed Ma Fengying.

But each had her own sorrow, so neither of them went straight to Ma Fengying. They assumed she would come over to comfort them—only to find that Ma Fengying merely circled the courtyard once, said nothing, did nothing, and then left with their little housekeeper, Sister Zhao.

Left!

It was as if she had simply come to watch a show.

“Madam, with such a big incident, shouldn’t our master be back by now?” After they stepped out of the Liu family’s courtyard, Sister Zhao glanced back at the Liu residence twice before lowering her voice and asking Ma Fengying.

Ma Fengying gave a faint snort. “What ‘big incident’? It’s someone from the Liu clan who died—what does that have to do with our family?”

“Oh.” Sister Zhao immediately fell silent and continued walking alongside Ma Fengying.

Yet this usually quiet woman seemed less quiet today. After a while, she couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, “Madam, where exactly has our master gone this time? It feels strange—he hasn’t been back for so many days!”

“Don’t say things like that in front of the Liu family, or they’ll think you’ve got ulterior motives toward Shuo!” Ma Fengying replied nonchalantly.

Sister Zhao quickly waved her hands in nervous explanation. “Madam, please don’t tease me! How could I possibly have such thoughts? You and Master are my benefactors, and I’ve worked in your household for many years. It’s just that Master’s first absence for so long feels a bit unusual, so I asked out of habit—not because I’d ever dream of anything improper!”

“Look at you—so timid! What kind of person are you? I was only joking; see how scared you got?”

Ma Fengying shook her head.

She sometimes felt helpless when it came to this little housekeeper.

This young woman seemed utterly spineless. At the slightest hint of trouble, she’d hide herself as if something might fall on her head.

Yet somehow, after all these years, she’d grown accustomed to her. It almost felt as though the house was always perfectly in order whenever she was around.

Before Sister Zhao could fully relax, she forced a sheepish smile. “Please don’t joke like that with me—I’m really afraid.”

“No backbone!” Ma Fengying chuckled and scolded her.

Sister Zhao could only take it.

The two didn’t speak of Ming Shuo again, but Ma Fengying’s heart grew heavy at Sister Zhao’s offhand remark. In all these years, Shuo had never been away for so long without letting her know where he was—unless…

Suddenly, Ma Fengying recalled someone, her eyelids twitched, and her fingers clenched into her palm as she silently told herself: No way! He couldn’t possibly be looking for her! She’s been missing for ages! Shuo has been quiet for so many years—there’s no way he’d still harbor that obsession…

When Ming Yue woke up, an explosive piece of “news” hit her ears.

Liu Fan is dead!

That bastard Liu Fan from the Liu clan is dead!

Back then, it was that very bastard who personally wielded the knife, leaving his younger brother Ming Yao crippled and nearly ruining his entire life.

Ming Yue had even planned to keep him around, slowly torturing and taking revenge. So how could he suddenly die overnight?

Was it an accident?

Or was someone deliberately behind it?

Or perhaps…

Ming Yue’s hair was still a mess, but her gaze was razor-sharp.

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her phone, then abruptly turned her head to fix her piercing eyes on Jiang Feng, who had just opened his eyes beside her.

Jiang Feng was puzzled, but instinctively sensed something was amiss. He rubbed his eyes, sat up, reached out to smooth Ming Yue’s hair, and yawned as he asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have makeup on my face?”

End of Chapter 162: Counterattack 88