<h4>Chapter 67: The Most Heartless Father</h4>


    Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio


    “The Feng n is embarrassed to have a woman like you as part of the family. You had a marriage offer rescinded and have disyed such ruthlessness. So, I will take you out of the genealogy book. Henceforth, I will not be your father, and you shall not be my daughter. You will have not the slightest bit of connection with this family. An evil woman like you is not worthy of the Feng name!”


    Feng Xiang dered the reasons for severing ties with Feng Tian between coughing fits. The engagement had been annulled, so the Feng n’s token of marriage would be returned to him. He did not have to keep Feng Tian alive anymore. So long as Feng Tian were dead, the Feng name would remain his, and nobody would ever again mention that he’d married into the family. All the unlucky things that happened recently would also disappear with her. First, he had to drive her out of the house, then send someone to kill her. Atst, the Feng n would belong to him, Feng Xiang.


    Feng Tian looked at the agreement again and considered what Feng Xiang had said, thenughed as she said, “Where’s the stamp of the Feng n Seal? You can’t blot out my name from the genealogy without the stamp.”


    “I am the head of the Feng n, and I have pronounced these words with my own mouth. Why do I still need a stamp?” Feng Xiang red at her angrily and couldn’t wait to tear her to pieces.


    She was always so urate, attacking him where it hurt the most. This d*mned child!


    “If you don’t have the Feng n Seal, then you are not really the head of the n.” Feng Tian held the agreement in her hands and started walking toward him. She sneered with great disdain, “The Feng n is mine, and the Feng surname is mine. You are but a man who merely married into the family, so you have no right to take me out of the family records.”


    “Feng Tian!” Feng Xiang shouted as he raised his hand to kill her. But Feng Tian moved to one side and dodged the Palm Wind.


    “You have no right, but I do.” Feng Tian stood by the door and continued, “Soon enough, you will go back to where you came from, Tu Xiang!”


    The wind blew, and the agreement that Feng Tian had tossed out flew back into the house and right into Feng Xiang’s face. He was so angry he peeled it off his face, tore it into many pieces, and threw them into the air.


    “Feng Tian, I’m going to make your life a living hell.”


    Feng Xiang’s teeth chattered from anger as his eyes burned holes into Feng Tian’s back. Chuling saw that Feng Tian had walked out and quickly ran after her. Xu Jiayi watched Chuling run out and snorted. Suddenly, a new idea came to her mind, and an evil smile spread across her face. She couldn’t touch Feng Tian, but she could attack her maid. She wanted Feng Tian to know what it felt like to see someone you love suffer humiliation.


    “Miss,” Chuling called out after her worriedly. Miss must be feeling awful with a father who wants her to die a horrible death, Chuling thought.


    Feng Tianughed and said, “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”


    She wasn’t really affected by Feng Xiang’s heartlessness. The little hurt she felt belonged to the body’s previous owner. She had experienced such a bone-chilling betrayal in her previous life. This was merely an itch and could not hurt her.


    “Miss, as your ve, I will always stay by your side.”


    Chuling felt even sadder when she heard Feng Tian’s response. She thought about how cold her Miss’ heart must have be from being hurt again and again—so cold that she could now respond flippantly to cruelty.


    Feng Tian just smiled then left for the Luo residence. The moment she reached the main door, she saw Luo Yunzhu wearing red and rushing toward her like a ball of fire.


    “Tian!” Luo Yunzhu ran up to Feng Tian and grabbed her hands, grumbling, “Why are you sote? I thought you weren’ting.”


    “Are you nervous?” Feng Tian asked as she looked at Luo Yunzhu’s petite frame.