The Real Daughter is an Average-Looking Big Shot

Xie Li was sold to a small mountain village as a child and was finally brought back to the wealthy Xie family after fifteen years.

A little country bumpkin flew into a wealthy family overnigh...

Chapter 14 Why bother arguing with them?

She was about to say something sarcastic when Jiang Baili slammed her coffee cup down on the coffee table.

The porcelain clinked against the marble coffee table.

"Wang Xiangxiang," Jiang Baili looked up, "aren't you going to the Lin family's banquet? Why aren't you leaving yet?"

Wang Xiangxiang was stunned, not understanding why Jiang Baili wouldn't stand up for her.

It's just disciplining a servant. Jiang Baili is one of the Xie family's heirs; it's just a matter of a word for her...

But seeing Jiang Baili's sullen face, clearly displeased, he muttered a couple of times and dared not utter another word.

"...Aren't we waiting for Aunt Qiu to arrange a car to pick us up?"

"Why would we need a pick-up? Can't we go by ourselves?" Jiang Baili stood up. "Housekeeper, please arrange for a car to take us there."

The group left in a flurry. Before leaving, Wang Xiangxiang glared at Xie Li and snorted heavily to express her disdain.

Zhang Ma was so angry she wanted to grab a feather duster and shoo them away. "Pah! What kind of thing is that!"

Xie Li: "..."

Silently touching her arm, this young lady was as fierce as ever.

Outside, Wang Xiangxiang was so angry she was practically fuming. "Has this old woman gone mad? She just said a couple of words to her granddaughter, and she's already acting like this?"

"Granddaughter?" Jiang Baili put on sunglasses, her expression indifferent.

“That’s Zhang Ma. She raised my uncle single-handedly and was highly regarded by my maternal grandfather. She’s not an ordinary servant. Even I don’t dare to talk back to her.”

“The old lady is getting old, and my grandfather told her to live with the Xie family in her old age. The Xie family can just support two idle people, so why bother arguing with them?”

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As soon as Zhang Ma turned her head, she greeted Xie Li with a beaming smile.

"Miss, are you hungry? Thirsty? Oh dear, it's so hot today, I should get you a freshly squeezed glass of juice first..."

Aunt Zhang went off to do her work again.

Xie Li looked up and surveyed the magnificent villa, his hazy memories gradually becoming clearer, "So it was all true after all..."

She has memories from childhood, and vividly remembers living in a very, very big house with a kind family and a large number of servants.

But the man said she was lying and dreaming, and forbade her to speak. If she did, he would beat her and prevent her from eating...

Xie Li's gaze narrowed slightly, and he didn't think any further.

When Butler Wu returned after seeing Jiang Baili and the others off, he saw Xie Li looking around intently and frowned slightly.

The Xie family villa is indeed very well-established, with a European retro style in its decoration, a spiral staircase leading up the wall, and several oil paintings hanging on the wall.

Xie Li walked up to the nearest painting and looked at it carefully.

Butler Wu hurried forward, a polite but distant smile plastered on his face: "Miss Xie Li, this is a work by Master Laurent."

Xie Li nodded and said, "I know." He continued to look intently.

The butler's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. Wasn't this woman being a bit too pretentious? Did she even know anything about oil painting, or who Master Laurent was?

From the moment he entered the gate, his eyes were fixed on looking around, as if he'd never seen anything like it before...

However, when he looked up at Xie Li again, he almost lost his composure.

"Miss Xie Li!" The butler stepped forward and blocked Xie Li's way without realizing it.

"This painting is worth tens of millions, you can't just touch it! If you damage it, you'll have to pay for it..."

Aunt Zhang was busy arranging fruits and snacks at the kitchen counter in the downstairs restaurant when she was startled by the housekeeper's shout and peeked over.

The butler swallowed back his words, "You can't afford to pay for it," realizing he had just lost his temper.