Reborn before her mother committed suicide, the heroine went crazy

Chapter 409: Furious Old Lady Feng

After a dizzying moment, Feng Fuxiang held onto the table to steady his body as it was about to fall.

"This bastard!"

He slammed the table hard and cursed angrily.

Feng Fuxiang knew clearly that this was no small matter. If it was not handled properly, the furniture factory’s reputation in the surrounding area would be ruined, and future business would definitely be affected!

Unable to deal with Zhu Qingyang, Feng Fuxiang could only focus on stabilizing those customers for whom Zhu Qingyang had overcharged them for delivery fees.

He took his people to visit each store one by one and explained to them that the furniture factory never charged delivery fees, and that the delivery personnel collected the fees privately. Then he returned all the extra money!

Just for this matter, Feng Fuxiang was busy for three days, and during these three days, Zhu Qingyang never appeared in the furniture factory again.

Feng Fuxiang calculated that the returned delivery fee alone was nearly 500 yuan, and Zhu Qingyang had been working at the furniture factory for less than a month...

Just thinking about it makes me scared!

Fortunately, the matter was exposed early. If he had continued, not only would he have embezzled a lot of delivery fees, but the furniture factory's reputation would have been damaged beyond measure!

Only after dealing with the refund of delivery fees to those customers did Feng Fuxiang have time to deal with Zhu Qingyang.

Thinking that Old Mrs. Feng was still living in Zhu Qingyang's house, Feng Fuxiang took his things and went to Zhujia'an.

After seeing Feng Fuxiang, Yin Danier smiled as gently and politely as always. After her brother-in-law retired, he became less majestic and more amiable than before.

Seeing Feng Fuxiang coming, the couple happily took the things in his hands and led him into the house.

When Old Mrs. Feng saw Feng Fuxiang, she looked as if his nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes.

"How dare you come here!"

She suddenly said something.

This sentence immediately ignited the anger in Feng Fuxiang's heart. He walked up to Old Lady Feng with a sneer and said, "Mother, what do you mean by this? How can I have the nerve to come here? What have I done to hurt the world and morality?"

Old Madam Feng glared at him: "You are Qingyang's uncle. He came to work in your factory. Shouldn't you take care of him? Why don't you take care of him? You also bully him?"

"Mom, don't blame Fuxiang. He also has his difficulties. We can all understand that it is not easy for Fuxiang to manage such a large factory. As his family, we should be more considerate of him!"

"Yes, mother, please don't blame Fuxiang. Look, he knows he was wrong now and has come to apologize, right?"

Listening to his elder sister and her husband speaking in unison, Feng Fuxiang immediately determined the purpose of his visit and could not help but sneer in his heart.

"Mom, please tell me how I bullied Zhu Qingyang?"

"Hey, Fuxiang, you know my mother's temper, why do you keep harping on her words?"

"Okay, okay, let's go inside and talk. Fuxiang, you've come here with great difficulty, so we two brothers must have a couple of drinks!"

Feng Fuxiang saw his brother-in-law wink at Old Lady Feng, and Old Lady Feng immediately stopped talking.

His pupils shrank and he immediately realized something was wrong.

"No, thank you for your hospitality, brother-in-law. I came here today to pick up our mother and to tell you about Qingyang."

The smile on my brother-in-law's face suddenly froze.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Feng Fuxiang.

"Brother-in-law, please don't say anything yet. Let me finish what I have to say..."

Feng Fuxiang recounted what Zhu Qingyang had done, and finally said, "Zhu Qingyang illegally collected a total of 490 yuan in the name of the furniture factory, and he did not hand over a single cent of this money to the factory. Now I have used the factory's money to return it to him!"

"Fuxiang, you must be mistaken. Qingyang didn't bring a single cent home..."

Feng Fuxiang waved his hand: "You have to ask him about this. But, sister, don't worry. I'm not here to ask for money today. This money is his salary from the furniture factory during this period. I just regard it as a lesson learned!"

"You are talking nonsense. I think you are just framing Qingyang. He is such a good kid, how could he do such a thing?"

Feng Fuxiang looked at Old Lady Feng suddenly, his eyes were very sharp: "Mom, if you have nothing to do now, go and pack your things. After I pick you up, I still have to go to the furniture factory to work!"

"I'm not going back. Just go and do your thing. I'm living well at your eldest sister's house. Your eldest sister, her husband, and Qingyang are all very nice to me, so I'm staying here."

"No, you already have a son and a wife, so what's the point of living in my eldest sister's house? Mom, if you still care about your son, come back with me today! Otherwise, you will just pretend that you don't have a son like me, and let my eldest sister take care of you in your old age."

These words sounded a bit serious, and I, an old lady, immediately became dispirited. He would be buried together with Feng Huaizhong in the future, and I definitely couldn't offend my own son like this.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mrs. Feng had no choice but to say, "I'll go back with you."

Because he didn't come specifically to pick up Old Mrs. Feng, Feng Fuxiang didn't bring a bicycle. He waited until Old Mrs. Feng sat on the back seat of the bicycle before he got on the bicycle and left the Zhu family.

Along the way, Old Mrs. Feng kept nagging and saying a lot, but all of them were about how he should take better care of Zhu Qingyang.

Feng Fuxiang listened, but only felt a sense of fear.

The old lady has only been at the Zhu family for a few days, but she has already been brainwashed by the Zhu family. If she continues to live there, who knows what will become of her in the future!

When they returned to Longwang Building, the showroom next to the furniture factory, Feng Fuxiang parked his bicycle and let Old Mrs. Feng get off.

"Mom, I don't care what my elder sister and brother-in-law said to you. If you say something about Zhu Qingyang in front of me again, I will bury you next to my father and Feng Fuying's mother after you are a hundred years old, so that you can watch their loving couple all the time..."

It has to be said that Feng Fuxiang knew Old Lady Feng quite well. He knew that what she was most worried about was how to bury her and Feng Huaizhong a hundred years later. His words just hit upon the point that the old lady feared the most.

Old Madam Feng shrank her neck and cursed, "You are such a heartless person, aren't you afraid that you will always be outshined by Feng Fuying and his three brothers?"

"Mother cares so much about Zhu Qingyang, maybe you want your elder sister to bury you and her father together after a hundred years?"

It has to be said that a large part of Feng Qianyang's bad temper was inherited from Feng Fuxiang. When he gets mad, he doesn't care about anything at all, and when he speaks, he just tries to poke at old lady Feng's heart!

Old Mrs. Feng was so angry that she wanted to twist Feng Fuxiang's ears, but Feng Fuxiang called his fifth aunt out and took Old Mrs. Feng directly back into the house.

"Look after our mother. From now on, no matter who comes to pick up my three sisters, don't let them take them away!"