Chapter 4: The Fake Heiress of the Wealthy Family (Part 4)

Three days ago, people from the Shen Family found her and took her away from school.

Then a pair of elegant middle-aged couple appeared before her and said flatly that they needed her blood for a paternity test.

Gazing at the couple whose eyebrows resembled her own, Feng Jian nodded.

The results came out the next day.

Expected, yet unexpected.

She had known since she was very young that she wasn’t the biological child of the Feng Family, but she had never thought to search for her birth parents. The Feng Family had treated her well; it was just that a massive fire had taken away everyone close to her.

And now, in the second month after turning eighteen, her birth parents had come knocking.

Her birth parents told her that she was originally the Third Miss of the Shen Family in A City and was supposed to grow up amidst a thousand pets and favors.

She no longer cared about whatever they said afterward. What she cared about was the Shen Family. Going to the Shen Family meant she could touch Shen Ke again—even develop a closer relationship.

So when her birth parents later asked if she wanted to go with them, she agreed without a second thought.

She wanted too desperately to intersect with Shen Ke once more.

Feng Jian’s gaze traced every expression on Shen Ke’s face. No one could see the emotions surging in her eyes. Sorry, Shen Ke.

Shen Ke clenched her teeth. Her pretty face was full of hesitation as she carefully approached Shen Mother, tilted her head up slightly, and said softly, “Mama, I didn’t mean to hide it from you.”

“It’s just that it wasn’t confirmed yet. I couldn’t say it rashly.”

Before Shen Mother could speak, Shen Yu scoffed lightly from the side. “Yo, when did our Little Ke get so cautious?”

Unlike the strict Shen Yi, Shen Yu had wine-red long wavy hair, exquisite smoky makeup, a white crop top that exposed her waist and back, a black jacket cropped to her thighs, and black high heels that revealed her insteps—sexy and flamboyant.

Shen Ke looked at Shen Yu, hatred spilling from those pretty eyes. She wasn’t good at hiding her emotions. “Shut your mouth!”

Shen Yu’s smile widened. “Little Ke, your temper’s getting worse and worse.”

Shen Ke balled her fists, about to say more.

But Shen Mother spoke up then, her tone a bit heavy. “Enough. Little Ke, go back to your room first.”

Shen Ke’s expression froze. She looked up, only to meet Shen Mother’s somewhat repulsed gaze. That look blanked her mind—Mama had never looked at her like that before.

She glanced at Shen Father, but he merely watched Feng Jian with guilt in his eyes.

And Shen Yi and the others…

What was that? Mockery? Pity? Or ridicule—ridiculing her as the pitiful worm occupying someone else’s life? She could no longer tell.

Shen Ke bowed her head sharply. Her nails dug deep into her palm. It seemed no one in the Shen Family stood on her side right now, despite the eighteen years they had spent together…

The more she thought, the more her head throbbed and her heart ached. Shen Ke gripped her fingers tight, and her vision plunged into darkness. She didn’t know what happened after that.

Shen Ke fainted without warning. Feng Jian noticed first, but she was a short distance away. By the time she hurried over, someone else had already caught her.

Shen Yu was closest to Shen Ke. Seeing her body tilt backward, Shen Yu instinctively reached out and pulled Shen Ke’s soft form into her arms.

Her first reaction: so soft. Second: so slim.

This seemed to be the first time in all these years that she had hugged Shen Ke.

A faint sweet fragrance filled her nostrils—a strange sensation. Shen Yu looked toward her parents. Shen Mother had already told the housekeeper to call the family doctor.

Shen Yu frowned, hesitating over whether to carry Shen Ke to her room.

But the next second, a pair of hands reached out. Feng Jian still wore her black-framed glasses, bangs covering her brows, her whole demeanor gloomy.

She said gently, “Let me.” A faint tremble laced her voice.

Shen Yu caught it, but that wasn’t nervousness. She narrowed her eyes and curled her lips in a half-smile. “Little Jian, stay in the living room and spend more time with Mom, Dad, and Big Sis.”

“I’ll take Shen Ke back to her room first.”

Shen Mother nodded. “Little Yu, take Little Ke back to her room.”

“Got it.” Shen Yu bent down, one arm hooked under Shen Ke’s knees and the other around her shoulders. With a heave, she lifted Shen Ke effortlessly.

Feng Jian slowly lowered her head to stare at her peeling canvas shoes. She blinked once and asked slowly, “Aren’t you worried?” Each word came out clear.

Shen Yi stepped up to Feng Jian and met the eyes of this newly returned sister. “Don’t worry. We arrange doctor checkups every month. Little Ke’s body is perfectly healthy.”

Shen Yu carried Shen Ke into the room and gently set her on the bed, but she didn’t leave right away. Instead, she stood at the bedside and studied Shen Ke’s face.

She had been away from home so long that she had nearly forgotten what Shen Ke looked like.

Shen Ke’s face was small, her nose small, her mouth small. The only large feature was probably those eyes.

Shen Yu had never liked Shen Ke since childhood. Back then, Shen Ke had been like a little dough ball—cute and jade-snow-like, utterly adored by their parents and stealing her share of affection.

She also couldn’t see Shen Ke as a sister. Shen Ke was too different from them. She had once told her parents that Shen Ke didn’t resemble her at all—maybe not their blood.

But her parents had just smiled and said she might grow to look alike.

At the thought, Shen Yu tsked twice. “Even if the Shen Family genes mutated, they wouldn’t turn into something like you.”

The doctor arrived quickly. After a checkup, he confirmed Shen Ke’s body had no major issues—the faint was simply from emotional overexcitement.

Shen Ke felt this nap was unusually deep. When she woke, she was still groggy and only vaguely heard someone talking nearby, though she couldn’t make out the words.

She blinked to clear her vision and sat up on the bed. The motion drew the person at her side right up to the edge, who called softly, “You’re awake.”

Shen Ke turned and met those familiar black-framed glasses. Her mind snapped alert.

She frowned and scanned the room, confirming it was hers. She demanded of Feng Jian, “Why are you here?” Disgust filled her eyes.

Feng Jian took it all in. She pursed her lips. Her arrival had upended Shen Ke’s life—it was only natural for Shen Ke to hate her.

Shen Ke’s faint today had probably been because of her, too.

Feng Jian said, “I was very worried about you.”

Shen Ke snorted coldly. With only the two of them in the room, she didn’t bother hiding her venomous thoughts and spat curses at Feng Jian. “Do I need your worry? I hate your guts. Let me tell you—entering the Shen Family changes nothing. I grew up in the Shen Family. I am the Shen Family’s Third Miss. Someone like you only deserves to lick my feet!” She was dead certain Feng Jian wouldn’t tell anyone, so she let the vile words fly.

She waited for Feng Jian to crack and lash out—then she could play the victim. True miss or not, she would make everyone hate Feng Jian.

Family meant nothing to her. She only cared about the Shen Family’s power.

Shen Ke’s eyes blazed like they held sparks, glaring wide. Her lips pouted unconsciously, her just-woken cheeks flushed pink—looking utterly adorable.

Feng Jian went speechless. She gazed down at Shen Ke on the bed, taking in her vivid features, then slowly dropped to one knee. Her view shifted from overlooking to looking up.

Feng Jian said softly, “Yes. Someone like me.”

“Only deserves to lick your feet.” She spoke slowly, but with striking sincerity.

Shen Ke froze. She glanced down at Feng Jian’s posture, a strange feeling stirring though she couldn’t pinpoint why.

Shen Ke tugged her lips into a nasty grin and shifted so her legs dangled off the bed.

Her knee-length skirt left her calves fully exposed—snow-white and slender.

She extended a foot and pressed it to Feng Jian’s shoulder, smiling sweetly with her lips curved. Two little tiger teeth peeked out. “Then lick it now.”

Shen Ke didn’t believe anyone would actually lick a foot. She just wanted to humiliate Feng Jian—to see how long she could endure.

Feng Jian’s body was strung tight to the breaking point. Shen Ke’s foot pinned her shoulder, that calf brushing her face and lingering at her cheek.

Feng Jian’s breaths came shallow. Shen Ke’s unique scent wafted from the calf, eroding her mind.

The foot-pinned shoulder burned with heat.

Feng Jian’s ears flushed red. She kept her eyes down, holding the one-knee kneel motionless.

Shen Ke let out a mocking snort. She had known Feng Jian wouldn’t do it—probably disgusted to her core right now. If anyone dared press a foot to her shoulder, she’d smash their leg to bits.

Shen Ke tossed her head and nudged the shoulder again—a silent prod.

Feng Jian’s eyes shifted. She slowly raised a hand and grasped that slender ankle.

Shen Ke’s toes curled on instinct, bracing for Feng Jian to hurl her leg away. Even the meekest person would snap at such humiliation.

Shen Ke thought smugly—then watched as Feng Jian cradled her foot in both hands.

Shen Ke’s foot was petite. Its back was pale and delicate, faint blue veins and fine bones visible beneath—exquisitely pretty.

Feng Jian stared at the foot cradled in her palms. Her long lashes veiled the shadows in her eyes. She bowed her head, pressing pale lips to the snow-white instep.

‘My goddess, please allow me to kiss your foot.’

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Just then, the doorknob turned. Shen Ke’s fingers clenched, her heart hammering to escape her chest. In blind panic, she kicked Feng Jian’s shoulder, sending her sprawling to the floor.

And at that moment, the door swung open from outside.

Shen Yi and the sisters stood in the doorway, along with Shen Father and Shen Mother.

Shen Ke yanked her foot back and stared at Feng Jian on the ground, her face drained white.

The soft touch still lingered on her instep. Panic choked her words. “N-no, this—it’s not—I didn’t—”