In front of the courtyard of the Ling family villa in Zizhu Mountain, Ling Moxue rang the doorbell with several boxes of high-end supplements.

After a while, the door opened, and a maid saw her slightly startled: "Miss, who are you looking for?"

Ling Moxue smiled wryly, she hadn\'t been back to this home for five years, not only the door locks have been changed, but even the original servants have been changed.

"I\'m going to see Dad."

"Your father..."

"His name is Ling Zhongxiao, the owner here."

The maid was stunned, looked Ling Moxue up and down, and was a little incoherent in surprise, "Sir, you still have a daughter like you? I\'m sorry! I\'m sorry! Please come in quickly...Miss, don\'t blame me, because no one has told me about it."

"I don\'t blame you." Ling Moxue smiled at her, and walked into the living room familiarly.

"Wu Ma, who\'s here?" Zhao Qin came down from upstairs.

"Ma\'am, it\'s...she said she\'s Mr.\'s daughter." Madam Wu stammered, and looked carefully at Ling Moxue.

"You? Why are you here?" Seeing Ling Moxue, Zhao Qin\'s eyes suddenly turned cold, and she waved her hand to let Mama Wu leave.

"I\'m here to see Dad." Ling Moxue was equally indifferent to her, "Where\'s Dad?"

"He just fell asleep. He caught a cold. He won\'t die. You can go." Zhao Qin walked up to Ling Moxue, reaching out to push her.

Ling Moxue staggered her steps, her pretty face was cold, "Aunt Zhao, please respect my personality! After all, I am also my father\'s biological daughter, this is his home, I have the right to come back!"

Zhao Qin\'s slender face immediately showed a trace of disdain, and the triangular eyeliner was bent, and she smiled sullenly, "Ling Moxue, you still think that your father was born? Let me tell you, your father\'s blood type is O, your mother is A, what are you?"

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Qin finally found out the reason and solved the doubts in her heart.

It turned out that as Ling Moxue grew older, Zhao Qin found that she looked neither like her husband nor her dead mother, and became suspicious.

This time when Ling Moxue came back from France, her husband secretly bought her a villa with money. This made her very angry, and she vowed to find out Ling Moxue\'s true identity. up.

Finally, a few days ago, through a doctor friend, she found out Ling Moxue\'s blood type - RH negative blood in Ling Moxue\'s physical examination report.

When he came back and questioned Ling Zhongxiao, he didn\'t let go, insisting that his ex-wife had this blood type.

Probably because he was in a bad mood, and because he had been drinking too much these past two days, Ling Zhongxiao fell ill.

"Aunt Zhao, you want to drive me away with such a ridiculous reason? Then I will tell you clearly that my mother\'s blood type is RH negative blood! You should take your daughter to check the DNA to see if she is Born to my father!"

Snapped! Zhao Qin raised her hand and suddenly slapped Ling Moxue across the face.

"Presumptuous girl, you have ruined the reputation of our Ling family, and you are still so arrogant, believe it or not..." She raised her hands to grab Ling Moxue\'s face.

"Stop!" There was a shout from downstairs, followed by another cough.

Ling Moxue pushed Zhao Qin away angrily, and ran upstairs to support her father, "Dad, why didn\'t you tell me earlier when you were sick? Come, I\'ll take you to the hospital."

Ling Zhongxiao shook his head and said out of breath, "It\'s okay, it\'s just a severe cold that caused tracheitis, and I\'ve already gone to the hospital to dispense the medicine."

He brought Ling Moxue to the study room, gently touched her blushing half of her face, his eyes were full of guilt, "I\'m sorry, Dad apologizes to you on her behalf."

Holding back the tears in her eyes, Ling Moxue forced a smile, "Dad, I\'m fine, as long as she treats you better."

A trace of bitterness flashed across Ling Zhongxiao\'s eyes, Ling Moxue sat with him on the sofa and chatted a few homely words, and finally said: "I have something to tell you when I come over, I\'m going back to France tomorrow."

Ling Zhongxiao was surprised: "You have only been back to China for a month, why do you want to go back again?"

"The company sent me to study for two years."

Ling Zhongxiao raised his eyebrows together, "It\'s not because of Gu Mingxuan, is it?"

Ling Moxue lowered her head, the corners of her eyes and brows were slightly stained with sadness, Ling Zhongxiao patted her hand distressedly, and comforted her: "If you don\'t want to leave, just quit your job and just follow Dad."

"Let\'s go."

No matter what, Ling Moxue will not come to dream. Zhao Qin\'s attitude is obviously more cruel and indifferent than five years ago. She was not born by her, and Yang Jianchen likes him, so it\'s no wonder she doesn\'t hate her.

After bidding farewell to her father and returning home, Ling Moxue began to pack her luggage. After a few hours, she was so tired that she sat on the floor of the room with sweat dripping down her face.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in the bag rang, she took it out and looked, her eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Gently tap the answer button, and a low-mellow voice came from that room: "Hello, little Mummy, are you going to kindergarten to take care of your children?"

Ling Moxue bit her lower lip lightly, and said in a low voice, "No."

"Didn\'t you eat enough? Or are you feeling unwell?" Hearing her hoarse voice, Gu Mingxuan became sensitive.

Ling Moxue cleared her throat and said she was fine.

"I guess I\'ll be home in the evening the day after tomorrow. You can prepare it then, and I\'ll treat you to dinner."

"No, you can go home and have a good rest."

"Are you concerned about me?"

"..." Ling Moxue pressed her fist to her lips, her nose was sore.

"Hey, little Mummy, I just finished the meeting, and I thought of you while I was having tea... I\'m going to have another meeting later, I\'ll call you in the evening, OK?"

Ling Moxue didn\'t answer, she slowly lowered her hand and hung up the phone, leaning her head against the wall, her heart was in a mess, her mind gradually went blank...

When she picked up the child and got home, Ling Moxue suddenly saw Yang Jianchen standing at the gate of the courtyard. She glanced at the baby in the rear seat in the rearview mirror, and hesitated to unbuckle her seat belt.

"Mommy, Mommy and I will go into the house, you can talk to him." Ling Qiyang saw what his mother was thinking, and after getting out of the car, he took his sister\'s hand and entered the house.

Yang Jianchen was wearing a blue T-shirt today, with the hem tucked into the waistband of his trousers, making him look slimmer and thinner.

With melancholy in his eyes, he stared at Ling Moxue deeply, "Resign from your job and go to my company?"

Ling Moxue was taken aback, did he know that he was leaving N City?

"Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?" she asked strangely.

"I don\'t want Gu Mingxuan to pursue you, the Gu family is not suitable for you to survive."

Ling Moxue frowned, "You... aren\'t you also from the Gu family?"

"I\'m different from him. My father is the adopted son of the Gu family. If I want to marry your grandfather, I won\'t object. But Gu Mingxuan is different. He is the orthodox grandson of the Gu family. Grandpa thinks highly of him. He is the heir of the entire family in the future. You won\'t be allowed to come near him."

After Yang Jianchen finished speaking excitedly, he clasped his hands on Ling Moxue\'s shoulders, and said in a sincere tone, "Xue\'er, trust me, I will love you and your child well in the future."

Ling Moxue felt sore in her heart, if five years ago he would have said——

I will love you so much!

Then will she still be reduced to where she is today?

Some feelings are in the past, and when you look back, it is no longer what it was then, nor is it the purity and beauty of the past.

Besides, their relationship doesn\'t seem to be deep. If they really love each other to death, they wouldn\'t let go easily at that time.

"Master Yang, our relationship has turned over." Ling Moxue took his hand, took two steps back towards the door, and said flatly, "You go back and cherish your love life in the future. As for me, you ...shouldn\'t turn back!"

After speaking, she grabbed the door and was about to close it.

Yang Jianchen stepped in, put one hand against the door frame, and said sadly and distressed: "Xue\'er, you really won\'t give me or yourself a chance? We\'re still young."

Ling Moxue shook her head, "The past is the past, let\'s bless each other for the future."

Yang Jianchen felt uncomfortable for a while. He wanted to hug Ling Moxue, but suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind him: "Jianchen, why are you still looking for her?"