July's heat was like a raging fire, scorching the entire village and the crops in the fields.

Yǐ mò, yǒu rén zhǎo nǐ.

When neighbor Lao Wang found Qiao Yimo, he was planting watermelon seedlings.

The girl looked up, her round eyes gazing at the man.

She has a cool temperament and fair skin. Even though she works hard on the farm all year round, her skin is still so good that it's enviable.

Old Wang said, "That person is at your house. He's a wealthy family and came in a car."

Qiao Yimo nodded and followed.

At this time, Huang's family had some people sitting around.

Cheng Guanjia looked at a lady with a cold and elegant air walking toward him.

He was wearing a linen shirt and black trousers, both covered in mud. While there wasn't a foul smell emanating from him, just his appearance made it hard to be friendly towards him.

"You're Yi Mo?" Cheng Guanjia's disdain was evident in his eyes.

Joe nodded silently.

"Cheng Guanjia continued, "I, Cheng, am the housekeeper of the Qiao family. I handle all the complicated affairs of the Qiao family."

At this time, Huang Cuifang, the mistress of the Huang family, let out a cold snort.

Cheng Guanjia let out a sneer, naturally knowing what Huang Cuifang's cold snort meant. Wasn't it just money!

Then, he took out a bank card from his bag and slammed it on the table. "There's five million in there, you wouldn't earn that much in your entire lifetime."

Two middle-aged farmers sat with their legs crossed, their eyes fixed on the bank card.

Hmph, this dead girl is actually worth so much money?

Huang Cuifua refused to give up and continued, "Five million just wants to get rid of us? We've raised them for eighteen years!"

"Huang Cuifang, take it and be satisfied! Don't be too greedy!" Qiao Yimo said lazily.

That Huang Cuifhua woman glared at Qiao Yimo, "You little brat, what's it to you? You stink, get back to your room and take a cold shower. Don't come meddling around here."

From childhood to adulthood, I never liked this son. He's incompetent, strange and solitary, with nothing likable about him.

I originally wanted her to get married early so I could get some dowry money, but after she finished junior high, this little brat just disappeared.

Back then, I heard the gossipy women in the village say that this poor girl had been abducted by an outsider.

...to the point where he was laughed at by the villagers for three years.

The money has been received, but what about the humiliation I have suffered being laughed at by villagers for all these years? How can that be compensated for?

The weather was sweltering, and the Huang family didn't even have an air conditioner. Cheng, the housekeeper, was already irritable and impatient. He slammed down the card and said, "Whether you want this money or not is up to you, but I will take the person today."

"Leave this sentence here, and then tell Qiao Yimo," he said. "Change into a clean set of clothes! This one is filthy!"

Joe Yimo opened her eyes and glanced at him without saying a word.

He walked into the house immediately.

Cheng Guanjia showed a hint of disdain.

Not long after.

Qiao Yimo changed into clean clothes, slung a small backpack onto her shoulder and walked to the car. Cheng Guanjia softly said, "Get in the car!"

He said nothing, got straight into the car, as if he had no nostalgia for this place.

After living in this place for eighteen years, it's clear that it's not my true home. I wonder what a home truly belonging to me would be like.

The villagers watched the departing luxury car and whispered to each other, "Look, that person has gone from rags to riches!"

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Car, Joe leaned back languidly in her chair, her hand tapping lightly on the car window.

Suddenly, the phone rang and he slowly took it out of his bag.

Sitting behind the front driver's seat, Cheng Guan saw Qiao Yimo's phone in her hand, resembling a brick. Disgust flashed across his eyes.

What era are we in, still using old-people phones?

After Qiao Yimo pressed the answer button, a voice full of urgency came from the other end of the phone.

"How about it?"

A standard voice, just a bit subdued in tone.

But it did not affect the man on the phone's excited heart.

"Moe Jie, there will be big things at the UN auction tomorrow. Will you come?"

His voice was full of anticipation and a touch of carefulness, his respectful tone like speaking to an elder.

On the phone was Qiao Yimo's good friend Su Zhe, who always notified Qiao Yimo of good things happening all over the country first.

This auction is no exception, after all Mo Jie is well-known for her big spending in the auction circle.

Qiao Yimo frowned, "No, I'm busy."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Miss Qiao, did you encounter a scam call? The scammers in our S city are very skilled. Someone like Miss Qiao who lives in the countryside probably hasn't encountered them before," Cheng Guanjia asked.

Qiao Yimo closed her eyes, without any reaction.

Are there many scammers? Are scammers proud because their methods are so sophisticated?

Chen was furious with Qiao Yimo's cold response and said in a disdainful tone, "The Qiao family are prominent figures. If Miss Qiao enters the household, this phone must be replaced. Don't disgrace the Qiao family."

After finishing his words, Cheng Leng glanced coldly at Qiao Yimo. Her half-closed eyes looked like she was asleep.

...like talking to a cow.

His voice rose an octave. "I heard Miss Qiao dropped out of school after junior high. You wouldn't understand the rules of the Qiao family."

The child, who had been sleeping, twitched his eyelids and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh?"

His tone was icy, as if reprimanding a rude and unmannered girl. "Oh? Do you have any manners? Is this how you speak to elders?"

Joe smiled faintly and then said nothing more.

A butler is scolding Miss Qiao?

This laugh made Cheng Xin feel uncomfortable, just like a fart.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he realized he had overstepped. He then said nothing more.

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Joe's Family

A two-story villa is in the middle of its lunch session.

Father Qiao Renshan has managed the Qiao family business in an orderly manner over the years.

Mother Dong Yan, is a retired well-known model.

Er Qiao An Chu excelled in her studies, played the piano well, and was good at painting. She was highly valued by both her teachers and the principal.

To outsiders, the Qiao family seemed like a perfect one.

If it weren't for the recent military training inspection at Qiao Anchu's school, and the inspection report showing that Qiao Anchu was O-type, while Dong Yan and Qiao Ren Shan were AB-type, it would be absolutely impossible to give birth to an O-type child. Perhaps until death, every member of the Qiao family would have been unaware that Qiao Anchu was not a biological child of the Qiao family.

Later investigation revealed that a student nurse had been on duty at the hospital when the birth took place. She carelessly made a mistake and got the name wrong.

At this moment, each person's face bore a faint melancholy, their expressions varied, their thoughts different. None were truly in the mood to eat, and the delicious food on the table remained untouched.

Joan Chu bit her chopsticks, and suddenly couldn't help but cry. Then she put down the chopsticks and was about to leave the table.

"An Chu, where are you going?" Dong Yan stopped him.

Joanna cried, gasping for air. "Mommy and Daddy, I won't be your daughter anymore."

Father Qiao Renshan also followed up, blocking him, "An Chu, what foolish things are you saying? You will always be our son!"

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