The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

After more than a month, this is Ningxia's first visit to this villa after returning to City A.

Pulling open the curtains and opening the window, letting the wanton night wind rush in, replacing all the dreary air in the room, Ning Xia took the towel and carefully wiped the coffee table, sofa, and bar counter...

Off-white coffee table and sofa, exquisite hollow tablecloths, and radiant crystal chandeliers above the head.

When my mother was here, it seemed that no matter what time, her every move was elegant and charming, just like everything here.

The cabinets in the bar counter are full of fine red wine, and in the cabinets on the other side, there are all kinds of goblets, as well as exquisite coffee cups and gold-painted saucers, which make people feel happy.

Mother is a delicate person.

Carefully wiping every part of the room, Ning Xia's face was calm.

And this is also the first time since her mother committed suicide, she has looked at everything and every corner of this place so carefully and seriously.

When everything was over, the sky outside the window had changed from pitch black to pale, and gradually, it was dawn.

Tired all over, Ning Xia didn't feel sleepy at all. With a beating heart, Ning Xia pushed open the door of the study on the first floor.

Ning Fei doesn't like reading very much, so the cabinets on the entire wall are full of scripts she has taken over, as well as her still photos and posters and other miscellaneous things.

After checking one by one, Ningxia didn't find anything useful.

Ningxia had already obtained the contents of the safe before leaving the country, so the real estate and bank accounts under her mother's name had already been transferred to her own name.

Ning Xia didn't know if she could get what she wanted or find something.

Inside the bookcase is a stack of autobiographies. With a cursory glance, one can tell that they are the autobiographies of historical figures she has participated in for so many years.

In the drawer, there are also random scribbled names of people or the time and place of appointments.

no clue.

Therefore, when Ningxia saw the black cover, which was as simple as a diary thrown in the corner, his heart was already hanging high.

The diary looks like it has been around for a while, and through the cover, you can see the yellowing of the paper inside.

But because of this, Ningxia realized that this might be the only clue her mother left her.

The leather buckle of the diary was opened with a click, and on the title page where the eye was in, there was a woman's handsome handwriting.

Be a light woman,

Don't be impetuous, don't fight or grab,

I got it, I am lucky.

Lose it, my life.

宁菲

Seeing her mother's familiar handwriting, there seemed to be a picture of her sitting here quietly and picturesquely writing this line of words in front of her eyes, her heart was sour, and Ningxia's tears fell down in a blink of an eye.

As if she couldn't bear to tarnish her mother's diary, Ning Xia raised her head and raised her arms to wipe away the tears on her face.

After a while, Ning Xia lowered his head and opened the diary until he calmed down.

There is the boundless joy of a little girl when she is in a happy mood, the whispers of resentment when she is unhappy, and the calmness and peace when her heart is like still water...

This diary deserved its name, intermittently recording Ning Fei's ups and downs.

However, for most of the past, Ningxia did not see any man mentioned by her mother in the diary.

Feeling a little anxious, Ning Xia glanced at ten lines at a glance.

Ning Xia was stunned when she saw one of the pages that was confessed like a letter.

Qiren, thank you for everything you have done for me, and also thank God, in this miserable life, you are the only warm color, thank you!

Qiren?

Feeling like he had heard this name somewhere before, Ning Xia held his notebook and fell into deep thought.