Rebirth and Counterattack: The True Daughter Doesn’t Want to Inherit the Family Property Rebirth and

In the Brooklyn Premium Apartment, Zhao Yiyi was on a video call with Chen Ya.

"Yiyi, don't you really want to come back for the New Year? Grandma thinks you can't do it, and your brother Liu Wen also said that he has prepared a lot of gifts for you.

Chen Ya very much hopes that her daughter can return to China to accompany her for a few days.

Most universities in the United States start winter vacation at Christmas, and this year's Lunar New Year is early, which partially coincides with Zhao Yiyi's winter vacation, but Zhao Yiyi has never wanted to return to China.

"Mom, you also know that I have to hurry up and study, usually my grades are good enough to hope to go to graduate school at a prestigious university."

Chen Ya looked at Zhao Yiyi at the end of the video, it seemed that between their mother and daughter, it was not just as simple as being far away from the ocean.

She wanted to do something more so that her daughter's heart could be as close to her as before.

Thinking of this, Chen Ya looked at Zhao Yiyi with a smile again:

"By the way, grandma heard about Xia Qing, she was very angry, she has asked the vice president of C University to jam Xia Qing's scholarship and insurance research, Yiyi, the family has given you bad anger, are you happy?"

Zhao Yiyi was slightly stunned.

Xia Qing?

She smiled wryly, it had only been a semester, and the name that had made her explode when she heard it was now a while before she could react.

It feels like someone from another world.

Where can she still take care of Xia Qing.

Before she was the little princess of the Zhao family, she couldn't rub sand in her eyes, and a Xia Qing whose grades always surpassed her was her worst enemy.

As for her now, all her time is spent studying, which is trying to find the mysterious person who knows her background.

Is there a scholarship for Xia Qing, can Baoyan be successful, and what is the matter with her Zhao Yiyi?

Zhao Yiyi smiled faintly, and only said: "That mother thanked grandma for me." Chen

Ya looked at Zhao Yiyi like this, where did she not understand, her daughter's heart knot was no longer on Xia Qing.

She skipped the topic about Xia Qing in a mocking manner.

"Well, you think about it again, and if you want to come back for the New Year, you must tell your mother."

Zhao Yiyi nodded.

Closing the computer, the mother and daughter sighed in unison.

Chen Ya sighed that Zhao Yiyi had changed greatly.

Before last summer, Zhao Yiyi was like a sharp knife, bright and dazzling.

And Zhao Yiyi, who had just spoken to her, did not know when she had learned to hide her emotions, although she was there smiling at herself, Chen Ya did not understand what her daughter was thinking.

Blame the mysterious person who sent the paternity test report!

Chen Ya thought hatefully.

She was full of pity for Zhao Yiyi, who had loved her for eighteen years, and even thought about whether to find her biological daughter for a while.

When Chen Ya mentioned to her husband that she had given up looking for her daughter, Zhao Ling looked at her like a monster.

"It's just that you don't let the police be called, and now you don't want to look for it?"

Zhao Ling was unwilling.

"To live to see people, to die to see corpses, I must find my own daughter back in this life!"

This is the first time that Zhao Ling has blushed with Chen Ya since he got married.

The old man and lady of the Chen family who were far away in the capital also reprimanded Chen Ya.

"It's not that you don't want to raise Yiyi as a daughter, but for Yiyi not even to want your own daughter, I see that you are confused."

How Chen Ya was not aggrieved in her heart, she withstood so much pressure, just hoping that her daughter would not leave her heart, but she went to punish Xia Qing for Yiyi, but she became acting and blind.

Now Zhao Yiyi doesn't care about this at all.

She only knew that the more bland she behaved, the more Chen Ya would feel sorry for herself.

The information sent by the "Night Scourge", Zhao Yiyi has been reading for several days.

Three years of high school, the small supermarket at the entrance of the county No. 1 Middle School, she did not go to many times, occasionally went to buy a stationery, the supermarket lady was very enthusiastic.

Such an inconspicuous person, but he knows his true background, and also knows where the real Zhao family girl is, and also uses it to threaten himself.

Zhao Yiyi picked up the pen and drew a cross on the printed photo of Lin Ling, forcing through the back of the paper, just like her hateful eyes.

Everything in the underground online world can be clearly priced, including human life.

If Lin Ling disappeared, all the secrets would be buried deep underground.

.........

In Shannan County, Xia Qing is helping her mother chop wood and burn the stove at home.

Relying on the mountains and eating the mountains, Fang Lan inherited from her deceased husband several hills with rich vegetation, burning the stove every winter for heating, and all the firewood was taken from the mountains in front of her house.

The heating stove in Xia Qing's house is about two feet high and two feet wide, a cylinder made of thick pure iron, a small iron door is opened under the stove for adding firewood when burning the fire, and a long iron chimney is followed by a long iron chimney on the stove, which is bent a few times to the window, and the joint between the chimney and the window is tightly blocked by a ring of iron sheet.

Such a stove burns very quickly in winter, and the fire is also very strong, and a pot of water can be put on the stove to burn, and it can also be used to bake sweet potatoes or roasted peanuts.

The winter in the mountains is not very good, it is too cold, and Xia Qing has remembered since she was a child, spending winter next to this kind of heating stove.

Roasted sweet potatoes on the stove are her sweetest childhood memories.

When Xia Qing was young, Fang Lan came to chop firewood, and if the second aunt and the two were free, they would also come over to help Fang Landuo chop some firewood.

Now that Xia Qing has grown up, the work of chopping firewood can already be done with Fang Lan.

Fang Lan was burning a fire in the kitchen, and while watching Xia Qing chopping wood at the gate of the courtyard, her eyes suddenly became a little astringent.

The daughter suffered a lot with herself, but fortunately, the older she was, the more sensible she was, and she was only eighteen years old and could be in charge.

The business of the family's mountain goods online store is not bad, but the problem with the online store is that the business is unstable, sometimes it is good last month, and it may not be good next month.

Lu Juan's stew shop has already bought some mushroom goods with their family, and plans to soft open during the New Year.

If their mushrooms are popular, their future livelihood will be more secure.

Xia Qing naturally won't worry about Lu Juan's soft opening, judging from Lu Juan's business territory in the previous life, her stew shop will definitely win.

The family's income has a stable source, and Xia Qing's mood is very good, and in the blink of an eye, the chopped firewood beside him has been piled up almost a meter high.

She looked up and wiped the sweat from her face, just in front of Xie Ishichuan's big smile.

Xie Shichuan lived at home for a few days, so he proposed with his parents to live in the country uncle's house.

The uncle of the Xie family couldn't help but ridicule the sister-in-law in the county, this son seemed to be raised for him.

Xie Zhengfeng and Cui Ying: ... The child is not up to the father and the mother.

Xie Shichuan saw Xia Qing chop a pile of firewood alone, and he had also seen Xiao Shu chop firewood, but he was really not familiar with this job.

But his sweetheart is right in front of him, and he can't be intimidated.

"I'll help you."

Xie Shichuan rolled up his sleeves and jumped up.

Xia Qing pursed his lips and smiled, and simply gave the axe to Xie Shichuan.

Sure enough, Xie Shichuan's first axe swung down and chopped crookedly, and the firewood was almost split.

Xia Qing quickly turned his face to the side, so as not to hurt Xie Shichuan's self-esteem with the twitching corners of his mouth.

Xie Shichuan was not discouraged, he straightened the firewood, compared the angle and strength of the axe, and then actually split the more the momentum became.

When Fang Lan was busy brewing tea for Xie Shichuan and bringing it out, Xia Qing was already sitting on the side watching Xie Shichuan chop wood in a daze.

"Qingqing! You kid really doesn't understand things, how can you let Xiao Xie do this job? "

Fang Lan knows that Xie Shichuan's home conditions are very good, this baby doesn't look like a person who can do farm work, and now he comes to his house to chop firewood, what should the parents think if they know?"

Xie Shichuan neatly stacked the chopped firewood, turned his head and took the tea handed by Fang Lan while laughing.

"Auntie, this work Xia Qing did, of course I can also do it."

Fang Lan could not let Xie Shichuan continue to chop firewood, and quickly pushed Xia Qing and Xie Shichuan out:

"You guys play at the door for a while, I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Xie Shichuan is very good at things, in fact, he has already seen Fang Lan soaking in a pot of wild mushrooms in the yard, and his saliva almost came out:

"Okay, auntie, the dishes you make must be very delicious."

He was good-looking, his mouth was sweet and sweet, and although Fang Lan felt that the two were really incompatible, he was still coaxed into a smile by Xie Shichuan.

Xia Qing smiled and followed Xie Shichuan to the bamboo forest outside the door to rest.

"You eat at my house, what about your little uncle?"

Xie Shichuan looked in the direction of Xiao Shu's house with some weakness:

"My little uncle made a big pot of dishes in the morning, and it was enough to eat at noon."

Uncle Xie, who was sitting in front of the stove eating a large pot of vegetables: "Hello! ......？ "