The vicious villain is in luck again

After washing up, An Ran got up and went to the hall with Lu Yuan. Halfway there, he met He Yiyi, who was weak and Liu Fufeng had a blank face.

An Ran looked at her several times.

Today's He Yiyi, apart from being a little frail, is already a complete young lady in terms of appearance.

The tender green coat with finely embroidered dark patterns is loose, making her look small and exquisite, and a bit lively. Her black hair is tied into two buns, each with two strings of the same color.

The flower string has a soft luster in the daylight. It is a valuable and good item, but it is not a glaring luxury.

If you are someone who has just met He Yiyi, you would never have imagined that a month ago He Yiyi was still wearing coarse clothes that had been washed until they turned white. He would only follow others silently, and would admit his mistakes and kneel down when he disagreed.

The little maid is even more pitiful than the little maid.

He Yiyi was not as enthusiastic and timid about An Ran as he was at the beginning, nor was he more cold and distant. Instead, he showed a weak but neither humble nor arrogant smile, "Miss."

It's as if she has always been like this.

I don’t know what the original owner thought when he saw He Yiyi like this.

But An Ran didn't care much about He Yiyi's change, and she didn't change her attitude because of it. She even nodded seriously and responded with a natural and ordinary smile, "That's good of you."

She turned her head and glanced at Luyuan, passing by He Yi one by one.

When I reached the gate, I happened to meet Mr. Jiang who was coming back from the carriage.

He was full of vitality, with a kind and cheerful smile, and was walking slowly accompanied by Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang, who was dressed fiercely, turned into a little woman next to Mr. Jiang. Her eyes and eyebrows softened a lot, and her lips had a smile that couldn't be lowered. She whispered a few words to Mr. Jiang from time to time.

Perhaps Mr. Jiang told some kind of joke, she glanced at it delicately, covered her mouth and laughed a few times.

Full of little girlish attitude, she looks much younger.

An Ran held her wrist and turned it around, thinking about whether to turn around and leave, or simply say hello and leave.

While she was hesitating, both Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang had already noticed that her pace was getting slower and slower, and she was about to stop.

Mrs. Jiang's eyes lit up, and the smile on her face widened a lot. Her rare and charming expression turned into the stability and gentleness that only belonged to a mother. She waved, "My dear, come here."

Mr. Jiang also looked at An Ran. Although he was not as straightforward as Mrs. Jiang, there was unconcealed expectation on his face.

He straightened his clothes, straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and coughed pretending to be serious.

Of course, An Ran knew that the relationship between the original owner and Mr. Jiang was not much different. Except for He Yiyi, the child born unexpectedly, their family should be a happy family but could not reunite often, otherwise the original owner would not always be able to reunite.

Looking forward to the annual Prayer Festival.

However, the question arises. An Ran is now alone. Tiandao is not around, and she has also lost the ability to know certain things. What attitude will she take to face Mr. Jiang?

Passion? Intimacy? All seem to be normal.

However, even if he knew it, An Ran couldn't do it.

Mr. Jiang was a completely unfamiliar man to her, and she couldn't bear to get too close to him.

Not even the father-daughter relationship.

Even though Tiandao has been treating her like a "female goose" for hundreds of years, Tiandao is not her real father, and the relationship between them is definitely not like a father and daughter.

It's just because Heaven created her, and a reliable and stable statement needs to be given to the two of them.

Therefore, An Ran has no real memory in her mind about the father-daughter relationship with herself as her daughter.

She didn't need it, and she didn't want to.

An Ran smiled at Mrs. Jiang, and then reluctantly turned her head towards Mr. Jiang, whose eyes shone with anticipation and warmth.

She opened her mouth and it was like a match getting wet. No matter how hard she rubbed it, no sparks came out.

Like a pot of boiling water slowly cooling down, Mrs. Jiang

The smile on Mr. He Jiang's face became colder and colder.

"The eldest lady was so happy when she saw the master that she couldn't even speak."

An Ran turned her head in surprise and saw Lu Yuanyan smiling at Yan Yan, so she naturally changed her silence at the moment.

Luyuan stepped forward and saluted Mrs. Jiang and Mr. Jiang each without any stage fright.

She gently pushed An Ran to Mrs. Jiang's side, separated by Master Jiang's width, and said in a voice that everyone present could hear: "The eldest lady has never done anything these days for the cat in the second lady's yard."

How can I have a good rest? When I heard that the master was coming back, I was so excited that I didn’t sleep for several nights. Before I left the house, she even told me that she wanted to tell the master about her dead cat.”

In a few words, the gradually awkward and stiff atmosphere was relaxed.

An Ran looked at Luyuan and met her smiling eyes.

Lu Yuan rolled her eyes and took a big step back.

"What dead cat?" Mr. Jiang asked.

An Ran was about to answer, but Mrs. Jiang next to her preempted her, "You don't know this. During the time you were in the imperial capital, Guabao adopted a white cat."

"But not long after I had it, the cat disappeared and I couldn't find it no matter how I looked for it."

Mrs. Jiang said, "A few days ago, the child was cleaning the Dongling Courtyard, but she happened to find a dead cat behind the house, which shocked her."

"The man lay in bed for two or three days."

Mrs. Jiang grabbed An Ran's hand and patted the back of her hand gently and slowly, "Our dear baby is also very sad."

"The cat died in Donglingyuan?" An Ran heard Mr. Jiang ask from Mrs. Jiang, who was across from her.

"No, it was buried properly in the soil." Mrs. Jiang said, "It is also the cat's good fortune. He died of illness outside, and there was someone to collect his body. It's just that it took a lot of effort to find this person.

effort."

An Ran heard everything fine at first, but then she felt something was wrong.

What's going on? Wasn't the cat killed by Wen Feiran?

Even if Gu Xiaosi can't find out who did the harm, he can't talk nonsense.

When did you die of illness and be buried outside by well-meaning people?

She poked Mrs. Jiang's elbow with her finger, and when Mrs. Jiang turned her head with concern, she whispered into her ear and asked, "Mother, how could Xiaowu die of illness?"

Mrs. Jiang smiled kindly and said, "My dear, Xiaosi found someone to check on her. It is true that she died of illness."

However, she had already confirmed it from Wen Feiran.

Could it be that Wen Feiran was covering it up?

Before An Ran could raise any questions, she was blocked by Mrs. Jiang's barrage of words, "They say cats are psychic. Xiao Wu probably knew that he would die soon and didn't want to see the baby sad, so he found a place early.

Hide and wait quietly for death."

"Yes, if this cat can be so considerate of its owner, raising it will not be in vain." Mr. Jiang next door seemed to have completely listened to Mrs. Jiang's words and agreed.

An Ran touched her hands depressedly and decided to change the question.

She held Mrs. Jiang's hand and said, "The man who buried Xiaowu was kind-hearted. I want to thank him. Does my mother have any clue?"

Mrs. Jiang held her hand back and comforted her, "Don't be too anxious, dear. Look slowly. You can always find it. It's not a bad thing. The person who buried Xiaowu won't be hiding."

An Ran said in his heart that you are really thinking wrong. It was Wen Feiran who pretended that the cat was sick and dead.

But she didn't say what she was thinking. Instead, she nodded obediently and snuggled next to Mrs. Jiang.

"Of course, when I came back from the imperial capital this time, I brought you a unique gift for my father."

"What is it?" Although Mr. Jiang said it seriously, An Ran was not interested. She was thinking about when she could go back to the room.

Gu Xiaosi came around from the other side and carefully handed over a beautifully packaged brocade box.

An Ran took it and saw that it was a string of red coral beads of excellent quality.

"This string of beads is very valuable. It looks like a rare item." Mrs. Jiang asked him, "Old

Where did you get it?"

Mr. Jiang's tone was full of pride and pride, "It was rewarded by Concubine Yan."

"That's no wonder." Mrs. Jiang suddenly realized, "Such a high-quality product can only be found in the royal family."

As An Ran listened to what Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang said to each other, she felt a little buzzing in her head. She was not interested in the red coral beads in front of her at all.

If it were worn on a beautiful woman with a male body, she would still think about it.

An Ran silently leaned into Mrs. Jiang's ear and said, "Mother, I'm a little tired."

Mrs. Jiang's voice paused, then became louder again, "Are you tired, dear? Then go back and have a good rest."

As soon as she received permission, An Ran immediately turned around and walked towards the other side.

She was really embarrassed to stay with Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, and she really couldn't get used to it.

As soon as she entered the room, she relaxed and sat lazily at the table, "I'm done with it now."

Luyuan put the box aside and thoughtfully poured An Ran a cup of tea.

An Ran took the tea and took a few sips. Looking at his reflection in the clear tea liquid, he suddenly asked, "Do you think I'm weird?"

Luyuan was cleaning up the debris. When she heard An Ran ask, she was stunned for a moment, "What did you say, Miss?"

"I faced my mother today." An Ran paused, "My father and I have this attitude."

"Isn't it strange?"

Luyuan smiled slightly and said, "Miss, you are tired."

She came over and took away the tea cup from An Ran, "Do you still want to drink water?"

An Ran pressed Luyuan's hand on the table, "How do you get along with your parents when you are at home?"

She saw the smile on Luyuan's face disappear, and her expression became more and more dazed.

"How do I get along with my parents?" Luyuan murmured blankly.

This expression tells a story.

An Ran moved his hand away, but Luyuan seemed to be staying there, motionless.

She waited for a few seconds, but saw that Luyuan didn't mean to say anything, so she said, "If you don't want to say it, then forget it."

Luyuan shook her head and her expression became solid, "There's nothing I can't say. There are thousands of families like mine in the world. If the eldest lady wants to know, I'll just tell you."

An Ran pushed the round stool to Luyuan's side, poured her another cup of tea, patted the stool, "Sit down and talk slowly."

Luyuan lowered her eyes and glanced at the stool and tea cup. Seeing An Ran's serious look, she sat down without refusing.

She held the tea cup and tapped her fingernails on the edge of the cup, "There are three people in my family."

"My father, my mother, and me."

"Are you the only one with a child?" An Ran said, "This is really rare."

Luyuan said in a low voice: "My mother was injured when she gave birth to me, so I am the only daughter she has."

"My mother is a very gentle and kind-hearted woman. She always tells me that I should treat others sincerely and cherish myself."

"She can embroider beautiful patterns, and she can also make delicious food for me in various ways."

"She said that I am her most beloved baby, and having a daughter like me is the greatest happiness in her life."

"but……"

Luyuan's head slowly dropped, and her voice disappeared from her lips.

Only half of her face was covered by long hair, and her expression could not be clearly seen. An Ran felt strange, "But what?"

"Pa ta ta", a tear fell into the tea.

"I would rather she not have me as a daughter."

Luyuan raised her head, her eyes were red, and tears fell in clusters from the corners of her eyes.