The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

As soon as he finished speaking, a "pop" sound was heard in the living room.

Jiang Ruoli was very ruthless. She twisted her wrist and glanced at Qu Xinzheng's red cheek.

"This slap is me teaching you what to say and what not to say on behalf of your parents."

"Auntie Lan, show the guests out!"

Qu Xinzheng covered her face, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes from the pain. But she couldn't say anything.

Auntie Lan came up to Qu Xinzheng with a stern face and said, "Miss Qu, please."

It looked as if if she didn't leave, he would call the bodyguard to come over and "please" her in the next second.

Qu Xinzheng knew that she had not gained any advantage today, so she covered her face and stumbled to leave.

After taking two steps, she suddenly turned around and unclenched her clenched fists.

"Jiang Ruoli, did you know that Qin Yushan will be returning home soon?"

Jiang Ruoli's eyebrows moved slightly. Who is Qin Yushan? How come I have never heard of her?

"Qin Yushan is the daughter that the Qin family just found a few years ago. It's normal that you don't know her. Do you know who helped the Qin family find her?"

Qu Xinzheng pulled the corners of her swollen mouth and said, "It's Pei Zigui."

"He and Qin Yushan spent every day together when they were studying abroad. What do you think their relationship was like? Everyone says that Qin Yushan and Pei Zigui had a relationship, saying that they were a talented man and a beautiful woman, but Pei Zigui never explained a word. Why do you think that was?"

"Pei Zigui has never told you these things, right? In his heart, I am just a mascot who plays the role of Mrs. Pei."

If it wasn't her, it would be someone else. Mrs. Pei in front of her was just lucky, relying on her looks and family background.

Seeing Jiang Ruoli's expression change, Aunt Lan emphasized: "Please leave."

When Aunt Lan came back, she saw Jiang Ruoli still leaning on the sofa, not moving an inch. He was holding a puppy doll in his hands, and his eyes, which used to be bright and clear, were fixed on the carpet, without focus.

She also heard what the crazy woman said just now, which was complete nonsense.

She had been in the Pei family for so many years, but she had never heard that the young master had an affair with other women. She had never even heard of a woman named Qin Yushan.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see how much the young master cared for and doted on Mrs. Pei.

"Lili, don't listen to what that crazy woman said just now."

Jiang Ruoli didn't move.

Aunt Lan called out again: "Li Li?"

The woman raised her eyes slightly, her slender arms tightly holding the doll in front of her chest, her hands resting on it and pulling on the fluffy fur.

One after another.

"Auntie Lan, do you know Qin Yushan?"

Aunt Lan shook her head and said firmly, "I don't know her. I've never heard of her. Maybe she made up the name herself. It's a pity that she didn't write a novel with such a good imagination."

Knowing that Aunt Lan was deliberately trying to make him laugh, Jiang Ruoli curled the corners of his mouth.

"When Pei Zigui went to study abroad, did he bring a servant with him?"

Aunt Lan paused for a moment and told the truth: "No, at that time, in order to train him, the old man directly gave him a passport and a card, and everything depended on Master Zigui to handle it all by himself."

Any news among servants spread quickly. If Pei Zigui was alone abroad at the time, it would make sense that Aunt Lan didn't know Qin Yushan.

"Lili, don't let that woman sow discord between you. Auntie Lan guarantees you that Master Zigui will definitely treat you sincerely."

"If you two quarrel over something like this, you will really fall into the trap of that crazy woman."

On the sofa, Jiang Ruoli stopped what he was doing, and suddenly smiled at Aunt Lan, saying softly, "Aunt Lan, I want to drink bird's nest."

"Okay, I'll cook it for you right away."

As soon as Aunt Kelan left, Jiang Ruoli's smile disappeared. His eyelashes flickered, and I don't know what he was thinking about.

There was a message from Pei Zigui on the phone.

Dear husband: "How is it going? Do you need my help?"

The white fingertips touched the lock screen button, and the screen went dark again.

Worried about the little fox at home, Pei Zigui left the company early today.

He looked down at the chat interface and found that an afternoon had passed and Jiang Ruoli still hadn't replied.

Could it be that he was upset by Qu Xinzheng?

If he had known earlier, he should have dealt with the Qu family directly, and saved Qu Xinzheng from going home to provoke the little fox.

"Drive faster."

When Pei Zigui returned home, he did not see Jiang Ruoli.

"What about her?"

"Madame is in the studio."

When the villa in Lantingyuan was renovated, a painting studio, a piano room, and a dance room were specially reserved. They were all designed for Jiang Ruoli.

The studio is on the third floor, and the huge glass always lets the sun in generously on sunny days. On the wall hang paintings by famous artists, all of which Jiang Ruoli bought from auction houses.

Of course, there are also many of her own masterpieces, which are also carefully collected and hung together with works by famous artists.

The priceless Huanghuali wooden table was covered with messy drawing papers and painting tools, and there was a large easel next to it.

Looking out the window from this angle, the sunset is beautiful.

There is no blocking building in front of the villa, only a lake. The sunlight falls on the lake, turning it into a twinkling river of stars.

The warm orange sun gradually approached the lake, reluctantly bidding farewell to the city today.

Jiang Ruoli sat in front of the easel, wearing simple home clothes, with her hair casually tied up behind her head with a pen.

The sun shines on her, and even her hair is shining. It makes people sigh at the injustice of the Creator.

However, the woman seemed to have no time to pay attention to the beautiful scenery. She held a palette in her hand and frowned as she looked at the half-finished painting.

There was a slight sound of a door opening behind me.

"Auntie Lan, I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat today."

"How can you not eat?"

A familiar voice, warm and clear, came from behind.