Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The girl sat up from the flowers without warning, and immediately saw the gardener who had been peeping through the glass for who knows how long.

She frowned, and before she could say anything, the man turned and ran away as if frightened.

-

“We didn’t have any intersection.”

The old man's light and trembling voice fell into the cold air, and his hoarseness seemed to bring a vague taste from the depths of time: "Even though I saw her receiving special treatment through the window with my own eyes, and finally learned her true identity - not the adopted daughter of the Qin family, but a blood bag specially prepared for Young Master Qin, she is still very scary."

"But I can't help but secretly pay attention to her."

"The first time we met face to face was once when I got into a big disaster."

The old man reached out and stroked the smallest photo on the table.

"My wife was preparing for the afternoon tea party for wealthy ladies. It was rarely held in the garden near the greenhouse, so I was responsible for disinfecting the tables and chairs and repelling insects on the plants. While I was working, I accidentally dropped this photo."

"At that tea party, my wife was planning to formally introduce her to her friends as her adopted daughter, so she was there as well."

"My wife saw the photo and was very angry. She asked the maid to burn it. I begged her for a long time but I couldn't change her mind."

"Ye Shiyi was just sitting there, not even looking at me, but I was very angry at the time... I don't know why I was angry."

The old man slightly curved his lips, but there was deep sadness in his eyes: "Maybe it's because that's the only photo of my daughter, and I think Ye Shiyi will become a photo like that sooner or later. What's more, she has no relatives or friends, even worse than my daughter. By then, there won't even be anyone who will keep her photo - she is obviously as pitiful as my daughter, but she doesn't care about my miserable situation."

Although these words were unclear, Wen Can vaguely sensed something.

But he didn't ask anything.

I continued listening in the cold and obscure silence.

"Until I discovered her secret..." She said with a little pride and unconcealed relief, "I found her hidden diary in the water tank in the bathroom."

·

"I know your secret."

She suddenly stopped Ye Shiyi one night and said in a low voice, "I found your diary—"

There was only two seconds of stillness before she was pinched by the girl and pushed to the ground. She couldn't even cough and could only gradually see the girl's face amid the increasingly terrifying feeling of suffocation.

The night was dark.

The manor is quiet.

In the distance, the old castle-like house cast a deep shadow on the green plants.

The broken dome of the greenhouse reflected the moonlight, but it could not illuminate the blind spot of the surveillance.

——Only then did she understand that the two seconds of silence just now were not because the girl was shocked or hesitant. She was just quickly confirming that there was no surveillance here, and then she took action without any psychological burden.

"She really wanted to kill me."

The moment this thought appeared in her mind, an indescribable, extremely complex and strange thought arose before the fear, just like the moon rising in the cloudy wilderness - it turned out that what she wrote in her diary was true.

This girl who lives like a moon in the manor is not as bright and cold as she appears, and is not willing to be imprisoned.

She is real now - so cold and murderous, so sharp that it seems as if she is made up of countless blades that will cause blood to flow at the slightest touch.

Those eyes were darker and deeper than the night, yet burning with a silent yet raging fire.

Her pointed and pale chin was slightly raised, and her eyelids drooped, covering half of her pupils. She just stared coldly at her dying appearance, and then continued to tighten her hands without any movement, as if she was too lazy to even say a word.

But the gardener is quite the opposite.

She had never had such a strong desire to survive, so much so that her body, which had been exhausted and weak for years, began to struggle frantically. She slapped the hands that were pinching her and tried to make a sound.

"No...I won't tell...you have to trust me..."

She saw the girl seemed to smile, but still didn't speak. She obviously didn't believe it, but the gardener struggled too hard and she was weak, so she couldn't strangle her to death for a while.

Ye Kong covered her mouth tightly and searched around for tools that could be used to commit the crime.

But the half-dead man still made a dry sound in her palm: "If I really wanted to tell on you, I would have taken the diary and handed it to my wife."

She struggled to pull out the diary hidden in the waterproof bag from her pocket.

Ye Kong's pupils shrank, and he snatched it back, but he heard the old man coughing and saying with difficulty: "I just want to tell you that it's not safe to hide it there, so why not let me keep it for you."

Ye Kong: ...

The teenage girl slowly loosened her hands, but still rode on her to keep her restrained.

After taking out the diary from the waterproof bag to confirm that it had not been swapped, she looked coldly at the sneaky gardener: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I……"

The night wind blows through the layers of flowers and green leaves, but it cannot prompt the gardener to give an answer.

When asked this question, she realized that she didn't know what she wanted to do, so she could only open her eyes blankly for a while, and then asked aimlessly: "What about you? What do you want to do?"

"none of your business."

"..."

It was completely different from what she usually saw, the cold, elegant and moon-like appearance.

She also swears!

"You old woman, if you appear before me again, I will throw you into the pond to feed the fish. You will surely drown before being eaten by the fish at your age."

"..." She...she can curse! And her words are so rude and terrible!

But, the point is…

"I'm not very old. I'm not even 50 years old. I should be about the same age as your mother." The gardener felt inexplicably aggrieved.

"I don't have a mother, and if I did, she's dead."

"... Old, old... You are so young, how can you speak so harshly and vulgarly?"

"You're not old, but you don't look young even though you speak so nicely. It's not inappropriate to call you an old woman."

"I look old... because my only daughter died."

The gardener suddenly spoke out.

Looking at the girl's cold and indifferent face, she was no longer angry for no reason like last time.

On the contrary, she felt an unconcealable feeling of envy and regret.

These emotions turned into tears, falling from her eyes that looked much older than her age.

She saw the girl's disgusted expression and finally got up from her and stood up.

“I don’t listen to stories.”

"It's not a story, it's an accident." The gardener said in tears, "My daughter died from having her blood drawn on the operating table."

She looked at the moon in the sky, tears streaming down her face: "She also has panda blood."

“Before you, she was Mr. Qin’s blood bag.”

Under the cold moonlight, in the shadow of the pointed roof of the greenhouse, she saw the slender but straight shadow suddenly stop.