I Saw Through The Wealthy Daughter Who Pretended To Be Crazy

In Yan's Manor near two o'clock in the morning, although the street lights were still on, everything was quiet.

At this time, even the servants in the manor went to bed early.

Only in the villa where Yan Zhengtian was, the lights were still on.

Zheng Qingyue has always been in the center of the hall~shouling.

She had experienced Yan Rulie's intimidation and insults before, and her heart was heavy, and her father's pain was lost-she also burst into tears.

She even felt that her future destiny would be very sad.

It's not that she doesn't want to escape, it's not that she doesn't want to leave, she just doesn't dare to leave.

Because she knew that if she chose to leave at this time, the Yan family would never let her go.

She can't say that she has no feelings for Yan Zhengtian.

But after living in the rich family for so many years, she has already seen through the ugly face of the rich family.

She has painstakingly managed the mother-child relationship for so many years, hoping to improve and exchange Yan Rulie's goodwill, but the facts have proved that things have backfired. All of her painstaking management can never be worthy of the true blood relationship.

In the middle of the hall, there were originally two maids accompanying Zheng Qingyue.

However, Zheng Qingyue only wanted to stand quietly in front of her spiritual position and the dead Yan Zhengtian told her own sadness at the moment, so half an hour ago, she sent the two maids away early.

She has been crying for a long time before kneeling in front of her spiritual position.

Although the lights in the hall are very bright.

But the night outside was very dark.

At this time, a strong wind roared past the house, causing the white drum in the hall to sway continuously.

Zheng Qingyue, who was kneeling on the ground, felt shuddering.

Soon, it rained heavily outside the house.

The solid wood floor has also become very cold.

At this time, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the back room. The close maid sent away by Zheng Qingyue half an hour ago was always worried about Zheng Qingyue, so she did not fall asleep early.

She found it was raining outside and worried about Zheng Qingyue's body, so she hurried over to her with a hanger.

After Zheng Qingyue saw her, there was a trace of relief on her face.

The maid put on the street for her and tried hard to persuade:

"Madam, it's raining outside, and the weather is getting colder. Don't kneel down like this anymore. People can't come back to life. Those who are alive must keep their grief and change and continue to live well."

"Although the master's death was a bit accidental, it has nothing to do with you. You must not take everything on yourself. You have to look a little bit more, and life has to go on.

Zheng Qingyue glanced at her with satisfaction, stretched out her hand and patted the back of her hand lightly.

"Xiaoju, you are right, why don't I understand the truth that people cannot be resurrected after death, but the death of the master cannot be said to have nothing to do with me. If I care about him more and take care of him more when I am alive, maybe the master At once"

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Having said this, Zheng Qingyue couldn't help but shed tears.

The maid Xiaoju was also very distressed in her eyes.

They have been masters and servants for many years, how could they have no feelings at all.

Xiaoju continued to persuade: "Madam, you can't go on like this anymore. You haven't eaten yourself at night. Your clothes are too thin now. The ground is very cold. You really can't kneel down anymore.

Zheng Qingyue gently shook her head: "It's okay, by the way, do you know where the young master has gone?"

Maid Xiaoju shook her head: "I don't know, Master may have gone to sleep."

Zheng Qingyue nodded gently.

Then he patted the back of Xiaoju's hand and said: "You go to bed too, there are still many things to do tomorrow morning."

Xiaoju said: "Madam, if you don't sleep, I can't rest assured.

Zheng Qingyue said: "Be obedient, go to sleep, I still want to talk to the master here, and I will go to bed after another hour.

Xiaoju hesitated for a while, seeing Zheng Qingyue's resolute attitude, she had no choice but to shook her head slightly, and left the hall with a sigh.

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