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"So, you left after knowing that something was wrong with my grandfather?"

Qinghuan looked at the flustered woman in front of her and felt her teeth go cold. She didn't understand why there would be such a person!

Looking at her red and resentful eyes, Jiang Wan became anxious. "Qinghuan, believe me. I'm not such a heartless person. I really just forgot …"

Did you forget?

Would three simple words be enough to exchange for her grandfather's life?

No.

Therefore, it was useless.

Qinghuan smirked coldly. "You still haven't answered me. What exactly did you tell my grandfather?"

"No, nothing." Jiang Wan's eyes were filled with panic.

"Don't you want to say it? "Then I'll call the police."

"Don't!" Jiang Wan hurriedly grabbed her arm and stammered, "I-I just told him a little about your marriage. I wanted him to help me talk to you, all for your own good …"

Last night was a charity party hosted by Qin Family, but she couldn't attend it as Madam Qin. This made her feel very bad, both embarrassed and humiliated. After thinking for a while, she had to do what Qin Jiye instructed her to do in order to improve her identity, so she went to the hospital early in the morning.

Jiang Wan thought to herself randomly. Her words back then were a bit unpleasant to hear, but she really had good intentions. How could she be blamed?

She didn't feel that she was in the wrong, she even felt that her words were a bit unpleasant, but she didn't expect him to be so weak.

Qinghuan saw through her true emotions with a single glance and felt both angry and sad.

This was her mother.

After a long silence, she suddenly pursed her lips. "Madam Qin, you still don't know. I'm already married."

"What, you're married? How can you be married?!"

Jiang Wan was shocked. The first thing she thought about was what Qin Jiye told her. What was she supposed to do about Yu's identity?

"Why can't I get married? Aren't you very proactive in helping me out? " Qinghuan shook off her hand and chuckled softly. "Lee Zeyan, Boss Lee, you know that right?"

"That's my man."

"But now you've forced my grandfather to death."

"I think it's necessary for my husband to have a good talk with Mr. Qin." With that, she turned and left.

Jiang Wan instantly turned pale with fright. No matter how ignorant and ill-informed she was, she had heard of Lee Zeyan's name before. He was someone that even Qin Jiye dreaded …

She quickly stood in front of Qinghuan and begged, "Qinghuan, please, can you please stop messing around with this matter? If your Uncle Qin finds out, I think I won't be able to stay in Qin Family anymore.

"Thud."

A block of building blocks fell down the stairs.

Jiang Wan's eyes lit up. She quickly pulled the little person who was standing on the stairs towards Qinghuan, "Look, this is your little brother, Yu. He's only five years old. Do you have the heart to implicate him?"

Because she was too excited, her hand strength was a little too big. The little boy seemed to be hurt from being scratched, but he only frowned his delicate little eyebrows and didn't say a word.

Its black and white eyes were staring at the building block on the ground.

"Quick, quickly call me elder sister. Didn't you always want elder sister?" Jiang Wan's tone was urgent as she pushed her away in Qinghuan's direction.

The little person staggered. Finally, it raised its head, looked Qinghuan in the eye for a moment, and then lowered its head.

"Aiya, you …" Jiang Wan refused to give up and wanted to push him.

"Enough." Qinghuan's expression was ice-cold as a trace of ridicule flashed past her eyes. "I promise you that I won't tell this matter to Mr. Qin."

"..."

When she exited the Qin Family, Qinghuan raised her head to look at the sky.

Someone once said that when you look up at the sky, tears are flowing to the heart, so that no one will see your vulnerability.

Her father died when she was seven, leaving her with a large debt. Within a year, Jiang Wan had abandoned her and ran away.

Since then, Qinghuan thought, she should not have expected anything from then on.

She did not have such a mother.

As for the promise, wouldn't Qin Jiye know if she didn't tell him? And there's even Qin Family … Qinghuan's eyes were ice-cold.

If you make a mistake, you will have to pay the price.

"Are you okay?" Chu Cheng, who was guarding outside the mansion, saw him and hurriedly went up to greet him.

She came with Qinghuan, but did not go in. Instead, she waited outside while reporting, "Oh yeah, it's Brother Lee."

Qinghuan was stunned as she took the phone.

"Mr Lee." Her voice was hoarse.

After a long silence, the man's deep voice came through the receiver. "Crying?"

"Nope."

After losing her only family, Qinghuan knew that she couldn't cry when she was in extreme pain. It was just that a huge hole seemed to have been stabbed in her heart. The cold wind blew past her, causing her to feel a suffocating grief.

Lee Zeyan didn't think that he would encounter such a thing the moment he left the country. He frowned, but for some reason, he felt a bit uncomfortable.

"What do you want to do? "I'll help you when I return home."

Her voice was cold and sure.

"Alright."

Qinghuan responded and lowered her eyes. She was a little surprised that Lee Zeyan understood her so well. She did want to do something, but the most important thing was …

"I want to take grandpa home." She wanted the old man to return to the ground, while at the same time …

filial piety.

After hanging up, somewhere on the other side of the ocean, the handsome man tapped his finger on the table. After a moment of silence, he instructed the people beside him, "Hurry up and finish this matter as soon as possible. I need to return home in advance."

Surprise flashed across the face of the person respectfully standing in front of him, and he immediately nodded his head in agreement.

Three months later.

9 o'clock in the morning. The flight from Qingcheng to Luo City landed on time. A beautiful figure dragged her luggage out of the airport lobby.

"Qinghuan, Qinghuan, over here!"

Hearing the sound, Qinghuan looked over with a slight smirk.

Di Ya hurried forward to help her carry her luggage as she chattered non-stop, "I knew you'd come back. I was so excited last night that I didn't sleep well. I came here early in the morning …"

"You miss me that much?" Qinghuan scratched the tip of her nose. "It's only been three months since we last met. Those who don't know better might think it's been three years."

"I just missed you."

Di Ya secretly raised her head to look at her. Seeing that her expression was normal, she heaved a sigh of relief. She already knew what happened previously. The only thing she could do was to be careful and not touch her sore spot.

"Come on, I'll take you home. Wait for your car outside."

On the way, Qinghuan casually looked out the window, her mind far away.

In these three months, not only did she pay homage to her grandfather, but she had also settled her mood. After returning to Luocheng, she was able to calmly face her grief.

Besides, she still had things to do.

Qinghuan tried dialing a certain number again, but to no avail. A sense of unease rose in her heart.

It was impossible for her to accomplish what she wanted to do by herself. She was merely an ant trying to shake a tree.

However, the person she wanted to borrow was not only someone who initially sent a text message asking when she would be back, but also someone who seemed to have lost contact with her …