After rebirth, Master Fu’s little ancestor went wild

Zhang Qiuhua was stunned. She looked at Lu Xinrou and felt a little strange in her heart, as if she was a completely different person.

If she had said these words to Xinrou before, she would have definitely listened and executed them very well. But now...

Before she could think clearly, the elevator reached the first floor. Lu Xinrou walked out first.

She quickly followed, but Lu Xinrou suddenly stopped and stretched out her hand: "Give me the car keys."

Zhang Qiuhua handed over the key without asking any further questions.

Lu Xinrou sat in the driver's seat, and she was about to get in, but found that the door could not be opened.

"The lock is not open." Zhang Qiuhua reminded.

Lu Xinrou fastened her seat belt and glanced at her: "I'm not going back now. I'll drive the car away. You can take a taxi yourself."

After saying that, he started the car and drove out.

Zhang Qiuhua stood there stupidly, waiting for the car to drive a few meters away before he realized what he was doing.

She looked unhappy, but she couldn't stop it at this time and could only watch the car disappear in front.

Zhang Qiuhua walked out of the parking lot and took a taxi back on the roadside.

As soon as I walked in, the servant came over while I was changing my shoes.

"Madam, we have a visitor at home. We are waiting for you in the living room."

Zhang Qiuhua paused for a moment, frowned and looked at the maid who spoke: "Are you Mr.'s guest?"

The servant shook his head: "No, the other person said he was a relative of yours, and it seems... his surname is Jiang."

Zhang Qiuhua froze, and the color on his face quickly faded because of the name.

Her eyes widened and she asked nervously, "What was the last name of that person you just mentioned?"

The servant was startled by her reaction and said cautiously: "He said his surname was Jiang and he was a relative of yours."

Zhang Qiuhua's mind went blank for a moment, he stumbled and almost fell.

She never thought that Jiang Dingshan would be released from prison so quickly, or even find her so quickly, and even enter her home.

If Lu Zhengming knew about this...

Zhang Qiuhua simply couldn’t imagine the consequences!

She grabbed the servant's clothes and asked with fierce eyes: "Who allowed you to let people of unknown origin in? Hurry up and let the security come in and drive the people out."

"Madam?" The servant looked at Zhang Qiuhua's excited look and was completely stunned. He explained hurriedly: "He showed me a photo of you and the lady. We were afraid that he was really your relative, so we let him in. .”

Seeing Zhang Qiuhua's increasingly ugly face, she seemed to react belatedly and said quickly: "I'm going to find the property manager now and ask the security guard to come over."

As he spoke, the servant was about to run out.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Qiuhua quickly caught her with his eyes and hands, and asked with an ugly face: "Where is the housekeeper now?"

The servant was confused, but still answered truthfully: "The housekeeper said he had something to do in the afternoon and was not here at the moment. Madam, are you looking for him?"

Hearing that the housekeeper was not there, Zhang Qiuhua breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "It's okay. You can go down first."

The servant looked her over, but didn't dare to ask: "Yes, ma'am."

After speaking, he walked away.

Zhang Qiuhua leaned against the cabinet, took a few deep breaths, and then plucked up the courage to walk towards the living room.

As soon as she stepped into the door of the living room, she saw a man sitting on the sofa with his back to her. Just by looking at his back, Zhang Qiuhua recognized who the man was.

A heart lifted instantly.

After much hesitation, she walked in.

Jiang Dingshan must be driven away before the housekeeper comes back. Otherwise, with the butler here, this matter would reach Lu Zhengming's ears sooner or later.

"When did you come out?" Zhang Qiuhua forced a smile on his face, walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite, and asked pretending to be concerned, "Why didn't you tell me when you came out?"

The man sitting on the sofa has gray hair and a mediocre appearance. There is an inch-long scar on his right cheek. He is wearing a white washed black cotton coat and jeans, but he is still clean.

Those eyes have been falling on Zhang Qiuhua since she appeared. Greedy and full of hatred, his eyes show the ferocity that has lasted for many years. He just keeps staring at you, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Zhang Qiuhua was stared at so much that chills ran down his spine. Although it was the twelfth month of winter, fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Jiang Dingshan said nothing, staring at Zhang Qiuhua's well-maintained face, which was as beautiful as before, with eyes full of sarcasm and hatred.

"Stop saying such hypocritical polite words, right? Shall I contact you? Can I contact you!" Jiang Dingshan sneered, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, he flicked the ashes casually, staring with evil eyes. She said: "You lost your mobile phone number a long time ago. Aren't you just afraid that I would find you?"

After being exposed, Zhang Qiuhua's face became a little stiff, but he still had to bite the bullet and comfort the man in front of him.

Because she knew that there would be no benefit in breaking up with Jiang Dingshan now.

She just hoped that she could comfort Jiang Dingshan and ask him to leave quickly and stop making trouble here.

"My previous mobile phone was stolen, so I had to change my mobile phone number. I didn't have time to tell you before. And didn't you find me now?" Zhang Qiuhua lied casually.

Jiang Dingshan had lived with this woman for several years and had already seen through her thoughts. He didn't believe it at all.

"Don't do this. I went to jail for you and have been there for so many years. You have never come to see me once, and you dare to take my daughter to remarry. You are so cruel!" Jiang Dingshan pressed the cigarette. He lay on the marble table, stood up and held the table with both hands, staring at Zhang Qiuhua's face with eyes like knives, as if he would reach out and strangle her to death in the next second.

Although there was still some distance between the two, Jiang Dingshan's move still frightened Zhang Qiuhua. Almost subconsciously, she shrank back, the fear and panic in her eyes unable to be hidden at all.

Seeing Zhang Qiuhua's reaction, Jiang Dingshan smiled instead: "I thought you were not afraid of anything now that you became a wealthy lady, but it turns out you are still so afraid of me."

Zhang Qiuhua clutched his palms tightly, trying to control his trembling body and emotions to avoid saying anything that would irritate Jiang Dingshan.

"When you went in, you owed such a huge debt. I had no job and no money. Those creditors came to threaten me every day. I could only hide in Tibet with Xinrou, and I couldn't even eat. What do you want me to do?"

Tears rolled down from Zhang Qiuhua's eyes. She looked at Jiang Dingshan with an aggrieved expression: "Xinrou is your only daughter. Do you want to see her beaten to death by debt collectors? Or do you want us to starve to death on the streets? I have to plan for my daughter’s and my future, right?”

Listening to this high-sounding rhetoric, Jiang Dingshan put his tongue on his cheek and let out a sneer.

He stood up straight and looked at the environment in front of him. There was greed, jealousy, hatred and humiliation in his eyes.