Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

The Xia family's high-profile recognition of their granddaughter was reported by the Hong Kong media the next day. Xia Qingqing also experienced the Hong Kong paparazzi's imagination, which was indeed quite big and their writing style was really sharp.

The paparazzi described her as a concubine's daughter of a wealthy family who had been bullied and nearly killed, abandoned by the legitimate wife inland, escaped death, endured humiliation and studied medicine, returned in glory after graduation, took back the Xia family's property, and sought revenge on the legitimate wife.

Xiao Yingyue bought a lot of newspapers. Xia Qingqing read them and was quite impressed by the paparazzi in Hong Kong.

Although it was just random writing, it was like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and I actually guessed most of it right.

In her previous life, she did not escape death, but actually died. In this life, she did make a gorgeous comeback and came to Hong Kong City to seek revenge.

"It's so tiring to read the words here. It makes me dizzy."

Xiao Yingyue read it for a while and then threw the newspaper away. It was full of traditional Chinese characters, which she couldn't get used to. Moreover, many of them were local colloquial expressions in Gangcheng, which she couldn't understand.

"If you're tired of reading newspapers, go to the movies."

Xia Qingqing asked her to go to the cinema to watch a movie every day to get a feel of the movie atmosphere in Hong Kong.

"I watch it every day and I'm almost sick of it. But my dad and Aunt Ma really like it and they never get tired of it."

Xiao Yingyue held her cheeks with both hands, feeling a little bored. She wanted to go back to Shanghai.

Although Hong Kong is more prosperous than Shanghai, she still likes Shanghai and is not used to living here.

"What about your step-grandmother? Is she doing anything weird?" Xia Qingqing asked.

"She remembered that my grandfather was holding her back. He said he would call a few elders over in a few days to divide the house. The old lady was so anxious that she got angry."

There was no respect for her step-grandmother in Xiao Yingyue's tone. She had met her step-grandmother twice and knew that she was just as Sister Qingqing said, a smiling tiger with a sweet mouth but a vicious heart. No wonder his father refused to come to Gangcheng with him back then.

Living under such a stepmother, it would be difficult to survive without being a little cunning.

The phone rang. It was Mrs. Qian. At the last banquet, Mrs. Qian took the initiative to ask for her phone number. She didn't expect her to call so soon.

"Qingqing, are you free now?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"This is what happened. My niece from my mother's side isn't feeling well, and she wants you to take care of her," Mrs. Qian said.

Xia Qingqing asked her niece to come over so that she could find out the specific problem by taking her pulse.

"We'll be right over."

Mrs. Qian hung up the phone with a bang. An hour later, she came to the house with her niece.

The aunt and niece look quite similar, and both have sad faces, especially the niece, who looks very depressed, with the corners of her mouth drooping, making her look even more miserable.

Xia Qingqing felt her niece's pulse and couldn't help frowning. She had no organic problems, but was just depressed and overly worried. In a word, she was just too upset.

"Is there something unsatisfactory in your life? You don't have a serious illness, you're just in a bad mood, which leads to insomnia, nightmares and headaches. Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. It's useless for me to prescribe medicine for you. You have to figure it out yourself."

Xia Qingqing said frankly that even magic pills would be useless for this disease.

Niece Qian Shuyi pursed her lips and choked up, "I... I can't feel good. Sometimes I want to die. Life is too tiring!"

"Bah, stop saying such depressing things. If you die today, believe it or not, Yanming will marry someone new tomorrow. She will bully your children, live in your big house, and spend your husband's money. Even if you become a ghost, you will be so angry that you will die!"

Mrs. Qian slapped her niece a few times in frustration. How could she have such a disappointing niece who was nothing like her?

"Aunt, I really can't stand it anymore!"

Qian Shuyi was crying and looked like she was about to break. She was in a really bad condition.

"How can I not endure it? I have endured it all my life. I eat when I should, sleep when I should, and live a good life. You have to be more open-minded. Don't treat Yanming as your husband. You should treat him as a tool to make money for you. It's okay for him to find women or men. You just need to hold on to the financial power and raise the children well.

When the children grow up and have a promising future, and Yanming is old, you can then take revenge. Now you should take good care of your body and live longer than Yanming. I have told you these truths countless times, why don't you listen?"

Mrs. Qian spoke Shanghai dialect, and Xia Qingqing sounded completely comfortable with it.

She finally understood why the aunt and niece both looked so miserable.

It turns out that they both married scumbags who lived a life of debauchery.

"Aunt, there's a knife stuck in my heart, it's too hard to bear, I...I want a divorce."

Qian Shuyi covered her face and cried. She actually didn't want to see a doctor because she knew the cause of her illness. The doctor couldn't cure her and only divorce could make her better.

But she couldn't bear to leave her child. She would definitely not be able to take the child with her if she divorced, and her parents would not support her divorce. She mentioned it once before and was scolded by her parents. They called her a disgrace and said that if she divorced, her parents would never accept her.

Without the support of her natal family, she had no confidence to divorce.

Her aunt advised her to be patient and even used herself as an example, but her husband was different from her uncle. It was too hard for her to endure and she really wanted to die.

"Don't think about divorce anymore. Where will you live if you get divorced? You have no money and no house. You don't have a job yet. Your parents care about face the most. They won't accept you. At your age, even if you get married again, you can't marry a good man.

Besides, do you think that if you marry another man, you will definitely have a good life? Humph, all men are the same. Instead of marrying an unknown person, you might as well endure and live with Yanming. At least Yanming has money. When he dies, all the property will belong to you and your child. "

Mrs. Qian tried to persuade her earnestly, and she also felt sorry for her niece, but the reality was so cruel and women's lives were so miserable, and there was no other way but to endure it.

When she was young, she also thought about divorce. When she brought it up at home, her father slapped her in the face and scolded her for bringing disgrace to the family tradition. He told her that if she really wanted to divorce, she could hang herself. Her father said that he would rather she die than have a divorced daughter in the family and bring shame to the reputation of other girls in the family.

She could only endure it, day by day, and finally she got through it.

My niece's life is as miserable as hers. Her brother and sister-in-law also care about face like her parents and will definitely not agree to a divorce. So my niece can only endure it, day by day, and there will always be a day when she can get out of this.

Otherwise, what else can be done?

"Aunt, what should I do?"

Qian Shuyi cried even more sadly, and tears flowed from between her fingers.

The Hong Kong city in June was like summer. People on the street were dressed coolly, but Qian Shuyi was wearing long sleeves and long pants, covering herself tightly. When she covered her face with her hands, her sleeves pulled up, revealing her wrists.

Xia Qingqing saw the purple marks on her wrist, which must be new injuries. She suddenly understood why her niece said it was so hard to endure.

Her husband not only cheated on her, but also committed domestic violence.

"Did your husband beat you?" Xia Qingqing asked directly.

Qian Shuyi stopped crying. She frantically tugged at her sleeves and stammered, "No...no."

Mrs. Qian's face changed and she rolled up her sleeves. There were several scars on her slender white arms, some new and some old, which looked like they were cut by a sharp weapon.

"That bastard hit you, why didn't you say anything?"

Mrs. Qian was furious. She thought her niece's husband was just looking for a woman, but she didn't expect him to hit someone. Damn...his Cai family ancestors for eighteen generations!