Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Jiang Qie returned to the Jiang family. When he entered the living room, Zhou Qian, Lin Ning and others were all there.

But Zhou Qian's face didn't look good at the moment. Lin Ning told her that Jiang Qie refused her help in preparing the dress. She had planned to have a good talk with Jiang Qie tonight, but she didn't expect him to come back so late.

When asked Lin Ning, Lin Ning was also hesitant and couldn't say anything. Zhou Qian thought about Jiang Qie's behavior in Ningcheng, and didn't expect that he was still the same after coming to Yuncheng. She was immediately furious.

"Jiang Qie, where have you been? Didn't I tell you not to go out and fool around? Why don't you change your bad habits? Are you trying to piss me off to death? Why can't you learn from Ning Ning?"

Zhou Qian was so furious that she didn't even have time to adjust the shawl on her shoulders. Jiang Qie looked at her and saw that she was indeed calm.

Zhou Qian looked at Jiang Qie who didn't care and no longer had the demeanor of a wealthy wife. She quickly walked up to Jiang Qie and raised her hand to hit him. Jiang Qie reacted quickly and clamped Zhou Qian's hand. Although he had a pair of slender hands, he held Zhou Qian's hand tightly. Zhou Qian couldn't pull her hands away and was immediately furious.

Jiang Qie was no longer in a good mood. He suppressed his impatience and anger in his heart and waved his hand, "Mrs. Lin, you hit people indiscriminately. Is this the way a mother treats her daughter? Is it the upbringing of you wealthy families to jump to conclusions without asking the reasons?" After saying that, he looked at Lin Ning on the other side and felt it was ridiculous.

Listen, this is how her mother sees her. She doesn't even want to hear her explanation and starts scolding her. As expected, in her eyes, there is only Lin Ning, a good daughter.

Lin Ning was frightened by Jiang Qie's stare. Zhou Qian naturally saw it too. She stood in front of Jiang Qie and said, "Look at how you look now. You don't look like a Miss Lin at all! I really regret bringing you to Yuncheng! How did your grandfather teach you to raise you like this? You're just like your disgusting father!"

Lin Ning was obviously frightened by Zhou Qian's words and tone. It was the first time she saw Zhou Qian so angry, and she was a little overwhelmed. But then she remembered that it was Jiang Qie, so she didn't say much and just stood quietly by and watched the show.

When Jiang Qie heard Zhou Qian mention grandfather, he could no longer suppress his anger. He tightly grasped the bag in his hand and looked at Zhou Qian fiercely, "You are not qualified to talk about grandfather! You are not qualified to talk about me! Madam Lin, please see clearly, my surname is Jiang, not Lin. I am not a member of your Lin family. You were not my mother more than ten years ago. You have no right to talk about me!" After that, he resolutely turned around and walked towards the room. When he passed by Lin Ning, he stopped, "Lin Ning, since you have started, I will accompany you well." Lin Ning's face turned pale, and before he could react, Jiang Qie went back to the room.

Jiang Qie returned to her room and locked the door. She didn't want to see those people's faces again. At this moment, she felt as if someone was pinching her heart, and her forehead began to hurt again, a feeling of suffocation.

why why......

Jiang Qie felt like she couldn't breathe. The bitterness in her heart made it hard for her to adapt and accept it. A dark and oppressive feeling came over her. The severe headache and the discomfort in her heart seemed to tear her apart.

Suddenly, the ringing of the phone pulled her out of her nightmare. She took out her phone and it was Song Zhiyu. Jiang Qie calmed down, took a breath, and answered the call, "Hello."

"Aqie, are you home yet?" Song Zhiyu's soft and mellow voice exploded in Jiang Qie's ears. It was just a phone call, but Jiang Qie felt as if he had returned to a few hours ago. Jiang Qie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said softly, "Just arrived."

Song Zhiyu was standing in front of the French window, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone. He paused with his hand holding the water, frowned slightly, and realized that something was wrong with the other party. But he didn't ask any more questions, "Aqie, I'm here anytime." His voice was still so gentle.

Jiang Qi was a little dazed, looking at the dark room with empty eyes. Her thoughts went back to her previous life. When she first entered the hospital, she was already tortured by headaches and couldn't tell the difference between day and night. However, her long-term vigilance made her unable to trust anyone around her, not even Song Zhiyu. At first, she didn't say anything, didn't cry, and didn't laugh. Song Zhiyu had no choice but to stay by her side. When she was fuzzy, she could always hear Song Zhiyu holding her hand and whispering that he was always there.

"Song Zhiyu, I'm fine, thank you." Jiang Qie said in a low voice, standing up and turning on the light in the room. The brightness for a moment made her subconsciously close her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes. The person on the other end of the phone was still there, and seemed to be playing something. Jiang Qie heard the movement over there and was about to speak when the clear and melodious sound of piano came from the receiver of the phone.

Is he playing the piano? Jiang Qie listened to the piano, her fingers twitched slightly, and she slowly relaxed her tense shoulders. Song Zhiyu was like a good medicine to heal her. He could easily make her let down her guard and sadness.

The two of them just played the piano, and the other listened to it. As the last note fell and the last syllable disappeared, everything returned to calm. Jiang Qie slowly opened her eyes. At this moment, she had returned to normal. She smiled lightly and whispered to the other end of the phone, "Thank you, your piano sounds beautiful."

"I hope my piano music can help you sleep well tonight. Ah Qie, good night."

"Good night." I will definitely have a good sleep, Song Zhiyu, thank you.

On the other side, Song Zhiyu hung up the phone, his eyes darkened and his face gloomy. He could sense that Jiang Qie was in a bad mood. This noble and elegant man was distressed for the first time because of a girl's unhappiness. Then he dialed another number.

"Hello, Lao Song, what's wrong? Why are you calling me so late?" At this moment, Xie Xianqing was sitting in the bar, crossing his legs and drinking comfortably.

"Help me check Ah Qie's past in Ningcheng, and what happened after she came to the Lin family." The voice on the other end of the phone was low.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xianqing quickly put his feet down and frowned, feeling somewhat puzzled. "Investigate Jiang Qie? What happened to Jiang Qie? When did you become so concerned about her?"

"Don't ask too much. Tell me when you've checked. You can choose any car from Fengche." Without waiting for Xie Xianqing to say more, he hung up the phone. Xie Xianqing on the other end of the phone was confused. He thought he was addicted to treating me as his assistant. But he cursed in his mouth, but his body was still honest and walked out of the bar.

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Soon it was time for the Gu family dinner. The Gu family was the most aristocratic family in Yuncheng. It was said that Mr. Gu and Mr. Xie from Beicheng were close friends. Later, Mr. Xie was injured on the battlefield and had to retire. He abandoned the army and went into business, establishing a firm foothold in Beicheng. Mr. Gu returned to Yuncheng. Although the two were separated by distance, the relationship between the two families was maintained because of the relationship between the two old men.