After Quan Qiao sent Fu Yi away, she didn't feel any emotion. She turned around and walked back to the villa.
Quan Ran immediately stepped forward and asked:
"Xiao Qiao'er, do you want to have afternoon tea? I'll prepare it for you right away."
Quan Huaian: "No, Xiao Qiaoer ate too much at noon and needs to take a walk to relieve her body.
Xiaoqiao, shall we walk around the villa with you?"
Quan Mo: "Your feet might be tired from walking. Xiaoqiao, why don't you lie down and rest for a while?"
Quan Qiao looked indifferent: "Just go and do your work, I'll take a walk by myself."
The four brothers looked at each other and wondered if Xiao Qiaoer was annoyed by their noise.
They immediately said, "Okay, we'll go rest now. If you have anything, call us anytime!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the four people disappeared without a trace in an instant.
It seemed as if he was afraid that staying for even one more second would cause Quan Qiao's disgust.
Quan Qiao...
She doesn't have much affection for her four brothers.
It’s like the cacti we grow at home. Watering them is troublesome, but we just don’t want them to die.
After they left, I finally had some peace and quiet.
She was wearing comfortable little slippers and walking slowly in the villa.
From the villa hall, to the long passage, to the back garden.
The afternoon sun is lazy and the breeze is gentle.
The hem of Quan Qiao's red skirt fluttered slightly, and she looked nonchalant, like a peerless fairy who had fallen into the human world.
She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar villa, her eyes becoming deeper.
In her previous life, she lived in this villa for a full ten years.
But she was a disabled person and an adopted daughter.
She was despised and hated by all the servants and could only sit in that wheelchair all day, watching everyone in the Quan family enjoy themselves.
If my mother really had a spirit in heaven and if ghosts really existed in the world, how heartbroken I would have been.
The house I bought with my hard work was given to the scumbag and his mistress.
All the wealth and glory he earned was left to others to enjoy, while he himself became a lonely ghost...
Just thinking about it made Quan Qiao feel like she was having a heart attack.
Fortunately, now everything is back.
The company and real estate were all back in her hands.
The scumbag, his mistress, and his mistress's daughter, all get out of their territory.
Quan Qiao unknowingly walked into the ancestral hall and took out Mu Jingya's ashes and spirit tablet.
She placed it in the middle and lit a stick of incense for it.
Looking at the three words "Mu Jingya", her thin lips curled up slightly.
Mother, everything that belonged to you has been returned to its rightful owner. If you know about this, you can rest in peace.
The four brothers followed Quan Qiao quietly, all hiding against the wall like lurking agents.
Seeing Quan Qiao walking along, they felt a dull pain in their chests.
Xiao Qiaoer has no mother and grew up alone with the ashes. How much suffering did she endure!
They bullied her before, they really deserve to die!
From now on, even if they risk their lives, they will never let Xiao Qiaoer lose a single hair!
Only Quan You was relatively calm and whispered a reminder:
"Okay, let's all go back. Don't forget Jinrou. We can't make the same mistake again."
As far as he is concerned, he can be nice to Quan Qiao, but he must never spoil her to the point of lawlessness.
Too much indulgence may lead to the birth of the next Quan Jinrou.
The other three brothers rolled their eyes at him.
Quan Mo: "Don't compare Qiao'er to Quan Jinrou!"
Quan Huaian: "There is no comparison between them!"
Quan Ran: "If you want to leave, just leave! Stop talking!"
Quan Mo: ...
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