The huge Xie family is empty.
The third son of the Xie family only comes back to sleep at night, and the entire villa is especially empty during the day.
At this time, the only sound in the empty villa was the rapid footsteps of high heels clicking on the ground.
"Madam, what are you looking for? How about I help you find it?" The housekeeper followed behind her with a nervous look on his face.
Hua Yingrou pushed open the storage room on the basement floor of the villa with an expressionless face.
She remembered that this was where the things she brought with her when she first married into the Xie family were placed.
Most of the ones she has are from Hua Jian when she was a child.
Hua Yingrou ordered in a cold voice: "Call all the servants down and find anything related to Hua Jian."
After a pause, the butler behind him didn't move.
She turned her head unhappily: "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up!"
The housekeeper looked embarrassed. "Madam, when you and the master went to Country F, the second young master asked the servants to clean up the utility room. They took out all the things related to Young Master Hua and asked him to take them away."
Hua Yingrou's pupils suddenly shrank, and she said sternly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Seeing her so excited, the housekeeper immediately explained: "I'm so sorry, ma'am, it was indeed the Second Young Master who asked us to collect the things. The albums and photos of Young Master Hua's childhood were all taken away by Young Master Hua."
Hua Yingrou’s eyes went dark.
The housekeeper held her up in panic: "Madam? Are you okay?"
Her worst prediction came true.
It was unknown how long it had been before the servants came down in a panic to support Madam Hua, and Hua Yingrou slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were dead silent as she asked, "What did Hua Jian take away?"
The butler broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He really didn't know what was so exciting about those sundries that could make the lady, who was so cold-natured, so excited.
"It was a small cardboard box. Inside were a few of Master Hua's picture books, toys he played with as a child, and I remember a few ordinary pebbles and shells, as well as two torn photos."
Hua Yingrou closed her eyes and said, "I understand. Don't tell the master and the three young masters about me checking the glove box."
The housekeeper lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, ma'am."
That night, Xie Zhitan received a call from the housekeeper.
After hanging up the phone, Xie Zhitan's face became calm.
He thought more than the butler did. Hua Yingrou was a very sophisticated egoist.
After so many years, Hua Yingrou not only doesn't touch the paintbrush herself, she can hardly even paint Hua Jian.
If little Hua Jian hadn't been crying in the garden and his eldest brother hadn't heard him, his eldest brother wouldn't have been bothered enough to hire a teacher for him.
I'm afraid Hua Jian will never be able to touch a paintbrush now...
He lit the desk, his eyes dark and unclear.
What was in the box that Hua Jian took away that day that made Hua Yingrou so frightened?
It's something that has always existed, but Hua Yingrou never cared about it.
You care so much about it now. Has anything special happened recently?
His slender fingers suddenly stopped.
It was about the head of the Purton family adopting Hua Jian as his godson.
He picked up his phone and wanted to call Hua Jian, but he quickly stopped.
Don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious yet.
He exhaled slowly, thinking it would be better to wait for Hua Yingrou to move on her own and reveal her flaws.
Xie Zhitan had a lot of thoughts, but he could not figure out why a woman would deliberately suppress her own son and not want him to live a good life.
Unless they are not biological children.
Xie Zhitan couldn't help but sneer and immediately rejected the idea.
Based on Hua Yingrou's personality, if Hua Jian was not her biological son, she would never bring him into the Xie family.
I should have gotten rid of Hua Jian before marrying into the Xie family.
Although he immediately denied this guess, inexplicable emotions still lingered in his mind.
In the end, Xie Zhitan made a phone call.
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Qin Ci has been abroad for a week.
He studied abroad for several years. Although his academic performance was a mess, he made a lot of friends who loved drinking and eating together.
Those people are second-generation rich people who come from wealthy families and have no worries about inheriting the family business.
When they get together, besides partying, they also go out to sea, skydive, and race cars.
Qin Ci is not interested in women or men, and his old man at home has warned him that if he touches addictive drugs once, he will never be able to return home.
So, although the party with Qin Ci at it looked noisy and chaotic, there was nothing unclean at the party except alcohol.
After playing all of these, Qin Ci felt bored.
Jiang Yueming asked him, "Why don't you go back? I heard that Hua Jian has been very popular in the capital lately."
Qin Ci was lazy and his eyelashes didn't even move when he heard his words.
There was lively party music in his ears, and the flickering lights shone on Qin Ci's face, making him look a little lonely and desolate.
Jiang Yueming shook his head, thinking that he must have drunk too much.
Why would Young Master Qin be lonely?
These are the things that Qin Shao likes to play.
Just as he was thinking, Jiang Yueming saw the mobile phone on the coffee table light up in the dim room.
He picked it up without thinking: "Mr. Qin, do you want to answer the phone?"
Qin Ci said indifferently: "No."
Jiang Yueming said casually: "Okay, but who is the academic god? Mr. Qin, you still associate with those who are good at studying..."
As Jiang Yueming spoke, he clicked the red reject button.
He didn't see Qin Ci's face suddenly raised, nor the burning eyes on his face.
A big hand suddenly appeared, and Jiang Yueming felt a flash before his eyes, and the phone disappeared from his hand.
"Are you fucking sick? Who the hell told you to hang up on me?"
Qin Ci gritted his teeth and looked at the missed call that had been hung up, his face grim.
Jiang Yueming looked bewildered:???
"You said you wouldn't answer."
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