The real daughter is reborn, and the whole family is buried in the crematorium. It's reasonable

night.

A luxury car is speeding on the rugged winding mountain road.

“Miss Yusheng, Madam Xijie, when you return to the Yu family, please go back to your room and wash up before you go to see the gentleman and the madam.

Your room is ready. The furniture and decorations are all personally selected by the lady and the eldest lady. You will definitely like it..."

After a long time without receiving a response, the voice of housekeeper Zhao Yang gradually weakened.

He frowned and looked at the rearview mirror.

The girl sitting in the back row folded her hands obediently on her knees, looking intently at the scenery outside the window with her face turned sideways.

The night wind blew her hair, covering her jade-white cheeks, so that only the tip of her straight nose and her long and thick eyelashes could be seen.

A thought subconsciously flashed through Zhao Yang's mind.

Miss Yusheng, who was raised by her husband in a remote town, seems to be no less beautiful than the eldest lady.

The thought flashed through Zhao Yang's mind, and contempt flashed in his eyes.

For aristocratic families, appearance is just the icing on the cake; the most important thing is one's own ability and value.

The eldest daughter has been in contact with celebrities since she was a child, enjoying the best educational resources, elegant conversation, and a broad mind. She is an extremely eye-catching presence among the celebrities in Yuncheng. How can this girl who grew up in the countryside compare to her?

Zhao Yang shifted his gaze and looked at the dark night outside the window, feeling increasingly impatient.

According to the original plan, they would arrive in Yuncheng in the afternoon. But just before departure, Miss Yu Sheng, for some unknown reason, suddenly locked herself in the room. No matter how much he begged her to stop, she refused to come out. As a result, time had been delayed until now.

When I get back, I will definitely be scolded again.

Zhao Yang was thinking about how to defend himself when he suddenly heard a loud shout from behind him.

"parking."

Zhao Yang's eyebrows twitched. What was this guy trying to do?

He pulled the corners of his mouth, forced out a decent smile, and said sideways: "Ms. Yusheng, we are now on the winding mountain road, not the country road where you are. We can't stop casually. If you have anything to say, you can wait until we get back to Yuncheng."

"I said, stop the car."

The girl's tone was not harsh, but it made people feel a chill for no reason.

Zhao Yang suppressed his anger and ordered in a cold voice: "Stop the car."

Upon hearing this, the driver immediately stepped on the brakes, and the tires rubbed violently against the ground, making a harsh sound.

Zhao Yang's eardrums were stinging, and his dissatisfaction with the girl reached its peak. He opened his lips slightly and was about to say something when the driver suddenly stammered, "Butler Zhao, look, what is that?"

what?

Zhao Yang's thoughts were interrupted by him, and he subconsciously looked in the direction he was looking, his pupils suddenly shrank.

On the right side of the winding mountain road is a hillside covered with weeds. At this moment, a black shadow is rolling down the hillside rapidly.

boom!

A muffled sound!

The black shadow fell heavily on the road not far in front of the car, and bright red blood spread instantly.

"It's a person!" The driver screamed in fear, his hands trembling on the steering wheel, "Zhao, Butler Zhao, should we go down and take a look?"

Zhao Yang stared blankly at the man lying in a pool of blood in front of him, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

This winding mountain road leads to Yuncheng. The road is narrow and has many bends, so few people pass by. Yuncheng is also close to the border, where various major forces are intertwined.

This scene is clearly a cruel way of punishing people. In a place that seems to be deserted, there may be countless pairs of eyes hidden.

Even the Yu family wouldn't dare to get involved in the dark affairs behind this, so how come he happened to run into it?

"Let's go, go around."

The girl's cold voice was like a slap in the face to Zhao Yang, instantly sobering him up.

Yes, the most important thing to do now is to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Seeing that the driver had not started the car yet, he hurriedly urged: "Didn't you hear what the lady said? Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay."

The driver wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, swerved the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove around the man.

After driving a few kilometers away, Zhao Yang's heart, which was about to beat up his throat, finally settled down.

He relaxed his body and leaned back in his chair, his eyes inadvertently falling on the delicate profile in the rearview mirror, and his body tensed up again.

Now that he thought back on it, he realized that what had just happened was quite strange.

Yu Sheng seemed to be able to predict the future and knew that someone would roll down the hillside. If she hadn't stopped the car in advance, the car they were riding in would have run over that person. By then, he wouldn't be able to explain himself even if he had ten mouths.

If the Yu family is involved again, the rest of his life will be over.

But the mountain was nearly a hundred meters high, and it was dark at night, so how could she see the situation on the hillside clearly?

So it's just a coincidence?

Zhao Yang glanced at Yu Sheng again inconspicuously, and seeing that she was still maintaining the previous posture, looking out the window quietly, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable fear in his heart.

Evil door!

back seat.

Yu Sheng recalled the stern face in the night that overlapped with the one deep in her memory, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

He always appears when I am most confused.

Seeing him, Yu Sheng finally realized that she was really back.

Yu Sheng's previous life can be described in eight words.

The fate is unfortunate and there is no good ending.

She had been dependent on her grandfather since she was a child until she was seventeen, when her grandfather died of a sudden cerebral infarction. She was then taken back to the Yu family by her father.

Only then did she find out that her father, who claimed to be working away from home and never returned home, was actually the chairman of Yuncheng Yu’s Jewelry, and had already established a new family in Yuncheng.

However, her arrival was not what anyone expected. It was ridiculous that she was naive and stupid in her previous life. She stubbornly wanted to fit in into that seemingly warm and harmonious family. In the end, she ended up with bruises all over her body and her internal organs ruptured and died.

Fortunately, God had mercy on her and she did not die, but returned to the starting point where all the tragedies began.

Yu Sheng raised her scallion-white fingers and gently pressed the corners of her eyes, and the smile on her lips deepened.

Now that she has crawled out of hell, let those people go to hell to atone for their sins.

……

"Boss Quan, the batch of raw materials has been recovered. Two pieces are missing. They must have been sold during transportation."

At the top of the mountain, the man put down the binoculars and raised his thin lips, "Go down and see if the person is dead or not. If not, ask me for the buyer's information and then hand him over to the police."

The man was wearing a black suit; the straight fabric highlighted his tall and slender figure, handsome features, and a pair of dark and deep eyes under his thick sword-like eyebrows.

He put one hand in his suit trousers, his posture was lazy, but he exuded a cold and arrogant aura that kept strangers away.

"Yes."

Ah Cheng bowed and responded, his face showing the same indifference as the man.

That batch of jade raw materials was negotiated by President Quan himself when he went abroad. How dare someone set his sights on it? They are really fed up with life.

Furthermore, traitors do not need sympathy.

"Have you found out the information about that car?" Quan Ye suddenly asked.

"We found out that it was the car of Yu Deyan, the chairman of Yu Jewelry. Judging from the direction, it came from South City. It should just be passing by."

"Yu's Jewelry?" Quan Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, "I remember that the Yu family seemed to have only one daughter, named Yu..."

Ah Cheng tactfully continued, "Yutang."

Quan Ye thought for a moment and found a delicate face from his memory to match the name.

It was a face that was obviously well cared for. There were no obvious flaws. Even the curve of the corners of the mouth was as perfect as if it was drawn with a standard ruler.

Quan Ye couldn't help but think of the little girl he saw in the back seat of the car just now.

The oval face, which is very popular among the elders, has a full contour, a pair of bright and lively almond eyes under the soft curved eyebrows, and the porcelain-white skin sets off the red lips and white teeth.

What impressed Quan Ye even more was the stunning glimpse the little girl cast at him through the telescope when the car was about to leave his sight.

She found him.

Quan Ye casually stuffed the telescope into Acheng's hands, lowered his head and smiled.

"It's not Yutang, go check."

"Yes."