There was no way she could slip away now.
If this scene hadn’t unfolded right before her eyes, she might have pretended not to notice and walked away. But since it was happening right in front of her, the situation was entirely different.
Sang Lu only hesitated for a brief moment.
Before the two idiot brothers could escalate their glaring match, she quickly composed herself and pulled Qiao Xi aside.
Qiao Xi was at a loss. She had been working part-time as a cello performer at Qilan when she recognized Feng Bai through his pendant—turns out, he was the online friend she’d been chatting with for a long time. After a brief conversation, she learned that Feng Bai had come to record sounds as material for his new song. Curious, she wanted to follow him to see the process, but then Feng Yi showed up.
Sang Lu noticed her confusion and gave her a gentle, reassuring smile.
"Hey, sweetie, why don’t you head back to your room first? There’s a little misunderstanding between them—I’ll handle it."
Qiao Xi: "?"
Though she didn’t understand what was happening, Qiao Xi inexplicably found the girl in front of her incredibly approachable. She’d had a good impression of her ever since their last encounter at the mall.
Well, listening to her probably wouldn’t be a mistake.
Blinking in confusion, Qiao Xi nodded.
As she walked away, she couldn’t help but glance back worriedly.
One step, two steps, three glances back.
On her final look, Qiao Xi froze.
She saw Feng Yi toss his helmet aside and grab Feng Bai by the collar.
Just as his fist was about to swing, someone abruptly seized his wrist.
A clear, threatening voice cut through the air—
"Try throwing that punch, and I’ll knock your head clean off. Believe me?"
Qiao Xi’s eyes widened. "!"
She stared dumbfounded at Sang Lu.
This sister… was so cool.
As if sensing the gaze on her, Sang Lu turned her head. Worried that Qiao Xi might come back and complicate things further, she instantly switched to a bright, cheerful expression and waved at her.
"Go on, sweetie, don’t worry. I’m just teaching these two brats a lesson."
At that, not just Qiao Xi paused.
The two brothers also froze.
Feng Yi, whose wrist was still gripped: Sis-in-law, you’re definitely playing favorites here.
Feng Bai’s droopy eyes narrowed: Brat? Two of them? He refused to accept being counted as one.
His collar still in Feng Yi’s grasp, Feng Bai had no idea what had gotten into his brother. He spoke coldly:
"Let go."
Of course, Feng Yi didn’t. Since childhood, Feng Bai had always meddled in everything related to him.
He was sick of it.
Brows furrowed, he jerked his arm, trying to shake Sang Lu off.
It wasn’t an overly forceful push, but the difference in strength between Sang Lu and Feng Yi was undeniable. The moment he pulled away, Sang Lu stumbled backward.
Then—
Her back abruptly collided with a broad, solid chest.
The next second, a large hand settled on her shoulder, its grip firm and steady.
Sang Lu looked up in surprise and saw the man behind her—impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his black shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar, revealing pale skin.
The evening sun cast the entire path in a warm orange glow.
Light filtered through the leaves, dappling Feng Yan’s sharply defined features.
Sang Lu froze.
As she tilted her head back, Feng Yan’s gaze lowered, his natural dominance pressing down on her.
Their eyes met in the crisp spring air.
For a moment, Sang Lu’s breath hitched.
His stare lingered on her face for a few seconds before turning icy, shifting toward the culprit who had caused her stumble.
"B-Big brother—"
Feng Yi stiffened the moment he recognized who it was.
Seeing the frost in his elder brother’s expression, his heart skipped a beat.
He hurried to explain:
"—It was an accident! I didn’t mean to push sis-in-law!"
Sang Lu snapped out of her daze and nodded.
"He didn’t do it on purpose."
Then, after a pause, she glanced at Feng Yi and added deliberately:
"He just wanted to punch Feng Bai. The push was accidental."
Feng Yi’s eyebrows shot up.
Sis-in-law, you—
Feng Yan’s expression remained indifferent, his presence silently oppressive. His gaze slid to Feng Yi’s hand, still clutching Feng Bai’s collar.
The moment their eyes met, Feng Yi immediately released his grip.
He opened his mouth to explain but found himself at a loss for words.
"Big brother… I… he…"
Sang Lu almost laughed.
Finally, she could relax.
With this ice sculpture here, she didn’t have to worry anymore.
All she had to do was stand back and watch the sheer power of an elder brother’s authority at work.
The hand on her shoulder withdrew.
Feng Yan stepped forward, closing the distance between the two hostile brothers, and said something in a low voice.
Their expressions morphed into shock—likely because Feng Yan had actually spoken. The last time at the family estate, they’d only learned he could speak but hadn’t heard him do so.
Sang Lu couldn’t make out his words, but she saw the glacial chill in his eyes.
Within moments, the tension dissolved.
Feng Yi reluctantly climbed onto his motorcycle, while Feng Bai trudged off with his head down.
They went their separate ways.
Sang Lu stared after them, stunned.
She was so impressed she almost wanted to applaud the ice block.
Damn, that was impressive.
Truly worthy of being the eldest brother—swift, decisive, and effective.
Feng Bai didn’t get punched, his hearing remained intact, and Feng Yi didn’t carry the guilt of harming his brother.
The original plotline had genuinely been altered!
The realization hit her like a wave.
For the first time, Sang Lu felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
Until today, she hadn’t been entirely sure whether the original storyline could be changed.
After all, the brothers’ individual arcs had been progressing as usual.
Though she’d repeatedly told herself not to overthink it, she couldn’t shake the fear that her own part of the story might still unfold in some other way.
But now, having witnessed the shift firsthand, Sang Lu finally exhaled deeply.
The roar of the motorcycle faded into the distance.
Yet the surrounding noise didn’t quiet down.
From both ends of the path, two groups of people approached.
One was a team of hotel executives, arriving late after hearing about the commotion.
The other was a crowd snapping photos as they walked…
Zhuang Xiao beamed at her phone, the front camera capturing her smile—until it abruptly froze.
In the corner of the screen, a familiar figure stood.
Was that… Sang Lu?
She whipped her head around, eyes widening.
"Sang Lu and President Feng?"
Zhuang’s Mother spun toward her. "Who?"
In an instant, the surrounding relatives turned to look.
"Is that really Sang Lu’s wealthy husband? The president of Feng Corporation?"
Second Aunt nudged her husband. "Hurry! This is the perfect chance—go greet President Feng!"
Third Uncle’s family moved faster than Second Aunt.
They practically sprinted forward, hands outstretched for a handshake.
"Ah, President Feng! What an honor to finally meet you!"
Feng Yan’s cold gaze flicked to the stranger suddenly invading his space. His brows furrowed as he instinctively avoided the outstretched hand.
The man paused for half a second before plastering on an ingratiating smile.
"President Feng, I’m Sang Lu’s Third Uncle. First time meeting—technically, we’re family now."
The others quickly followed suit.
"I’m her Second Aunt."
"Second Uncle here. Pleasure to meet you, President Feng."
Zhuang Xiao and Zhuang’s Mother stood rooted in place.
Watching the guests they’d invited now flocking to Sang Lu’s side, they gritted their teeth in frustration.
Meanwhile, from the opposite end of the path, Sister Chen arrived with a group of managers after hearing about the dispute.
The moment they saw Feng Yan, all seven or eight of them stiffened, bowing respectfully in unison.
"Good evening, President Feng."
"Good day, President Feng!"
In an instant, the quiet path of the resort was thrown into chaos once again.
Sang Lu: "..."
What a dramatic day.
