Was she spoiled by her nanny?

In fact, Tong Huan felt similarly to Ye Tingshen.

The fingertips with thin calluses moved gently across her face, as if something was twitching her heartstrings, making her feel itchy.

The ointment is cool, sticky, and has a fresh fragrance.

In Tong Huan's view, the scar on her face was just a small wound. No relative had ever cared about such a small wound. She herself didn't care about it before because poor people couldn't care so much.

But Ye Tingshen, this stranger, gave her care like a family member.

The two went downstairs.

Ye Tingshen brought Tong Huan to a restaurant that was located on a painted boat and was docked on the bank of Tangjiang River.

Sitting in the box with panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the lights on the riverside pouring into the Tang River like colorful lights, and eating while listening to the roaring sound of the river, it is a unique experience.

Because Tong Huan didn't like wasting food, they just ordered a simple set meal of three dishes, one soup, and a bottle of drink.

After dinner, the two took a stroll along the river.

The breeze from the river blew gently, blowing away the heat on my face. There was a shopping mall nearby, and many pedestrians on the street came out to go shopping or take a walk after dinner. The place was full of the atmosphere of life.

Tong Huan saw several pairs of men and women holding hands.

Ye Tingshen also bent his right elbow, moved closer to Tong Huan, and motioned to Tong Huan that she could hold his hand. Unexpectedly, Tong Huan straightened his elbow forcefully, and then held his hand tightly.

Ye Tingshen: "------"

The small hands are full of strength at this moment.

Ye Tingshen first thought that Tong Huan might not understand the meaning of his gestures, but then he thought, that’s not right.

Holding his little hand, he was very stubborn and trembling a little.

It also made him feel some strange feelings in his heart.

Ye Tingshen raised his eyes and looked at the men and women holding hands in the distance. He and Tong Huan holding hands like this really looked like a couple in love.

At night in Tangjiang, the dignified and handsome man and the petite girl by the river naturally attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Ye Ting felt deeply the girl's slender and tender fingers in his palm, just like a cute rabbit jumping, making all his attention focused on this hand.

"Hanhan," he lowered his eyes and looked at her. Her black hair fell down calmly and spread over her shoulders, adding a touch of gentleness to her.

"Have you ever thought that you are only sixteen years old and have a wonderful life in the future?" Ye Tingshen said sincerely.

Tong Huan's body trembled, "Ah?"

She looked up and met the concerned gaze of the handsome and noble man, which was as gentle as water, with his sword-like brows slightly furrowed.

Ye Tingshen said: "I understand your hatred for your parents, and I understand that you want to take revenge on them, but I don't want you to get involved."

Tong Huan's pupils shrank sharply. This kind of concern was too much for her. It was like a boundless ocean that was calm and waveless, but who knew if there would be a turbulent undercurrent at the next moment.

A burst of pain gathered at the tip of her nose, and Tong Huan let go of Ye Tingshen's hand.

"You also think I'm too cruel, don't you?"

It must be.

From the moment Chen Gong said "I'm sorry" to her, Tong Huan vaguely felt that something was wrong. Later, when she saw Lei Ting calling her "evil", her guess was confirmed.

Indeed, to outsiders, she was simply stolen away by the nanny, and Jiang Shihong and his wife had spent sixteen years searching for her. Even though her parents now had an adopted daughter, why did she hate her parents so much and want to bankrupt them?

For Ye Tingshen, the reason he cooperated with her was probably just because he wanted to acquire his rival in business competition.

Tong Huan retracted her hands and gently clenched them on both sides of her body. She felt a burning shame for having just touched the deep part of Ye Ting.

What a pity, she is the only one who has been reborn.

No one knew what she had gone through in her previous life, the pain of being forced to lie paralyzed in bed, the pain of maggots crawling from rotting flesh and bones, the pain of being unable to move while her enemies were swaggering in front of her bed, recounting all the ways they had secretly harmed her, the humiliation of ---

No one will ever know.

Even if she told it, no one would believe her, and they might even think she was crazy.

In this life, she can take revenge, but she is also destined to be lonely and never be understood by others.

In the future, people will talk about her and say that she is a vicious daughter.

In the distance, a mother was talking on the phone. Out of sight, one of her two daughters behind her suddenly fell and started crying loudly. They were only five or six years old, and the older one, who was only about eight or nine years old, stood by, at a loss.

After the mother hung up the phone in a hurry, the one who fell threw himself into his mother's arms and continued crying, "Mom, my knee is broken."

The mother lifted up the girl's trouser legs and found that they were indeed red and swollen. She turned around and blamed the older girl, "What happened to you? While mom was making a phone call, the younger sister fell down. As a sister, why didn't you take care of her?"

The older girl said defensively, "She wanted to run away on her own."

The mother slapped the girl fiercely, "If you hadn't held her, would she have fallen? You did something wrong and you don't admit it!"

The older one had red eyes and stood aside, continuing to defend himself, but the mother insisted that she saw it out of the corner of her eye and that it was the older one who pushed the younger one.

Tong Huan couldn't help feeling sad. The self in her previous life who had been defending herself in vain overlapped with the eight or nine-year-old girl in front of her.

It turns out that injustice is everywhere in the world. Even towards one's own biological mother, one of the two daughters will always be used as a punching bag.

Tong Huan stared at the mother as she walked over. Then, she came in front of her and, without saying a word, raised her hand and slapped her in the face.

The woman was startled and screamed, "Who are you? Why are you hitting me?"

Tong Hua curled her lips and said, "It was your little daughter who gave me a hundred dollars to beat you up."

The woman who was beaten naturally refused to obey, "You are talking nonsense, my daughter is only six years old, how can I give you money to ask you to beat me!"

Tong Huan snorted coldly: "Why else would I hit you? Do you think I have nothing better to do?"

Since this woman could wrongly accuse the eldest daughter without any evidence, why couldn't she wrongly accuse the younger daughter?

Tong Huan glanced at the girl who was about five or six years old, said nothing more, and turned and left.

The woman pounced on her from behind, definitely wanting to beat Tong Huan back.

Tong Huan heard the sound of the wind and looked back, only to see that the woman's hands were held tightly by Ye Ting.

I don't know what they are talking about.

Tong Huan turned around and walked away, all the way to the bottom of the bridge across the river, where Ye Tingshen caught up with her.

"Hanhuan." He called her.

A tall and upright figure loomed over, with sharp and deep eyes that could see through everything. Once he was silent and not smiling, he looked very sharp. The aura of someone who had been in power for a long time was intimidating without anger, and full of oppression.

Tong Huan stopped, folded her arms and leaned against the railing by the river, pouting, "Are you here to blame me?"

Ye Tingshen put his hand on Tong Huan's shoulder, "Huan Huan, you need to calm down."

Tong Huan pursed her lips and said, "I'm very calm."

"Huanhuan." Ye Tingshen said earnestly, "A person who cannot control his emotions and is impulsive cannot win the understanding and respect of others. You will make enemies everywhere and lose many people who are willing to help you."

Tong Huan felt bitter in her heart. She admitted that she was impulsive when she slapped the unknown mother today, but she was just fighting back.

Did you see the helpless and aggrieved look in her eldest daughter's eyes? If the mother's partiality continued, there was no guarantee that the eldest daughter would not end up like her in her previous life.

Is it just a passive acceptance?

Tong Huan's eyes were burning, as if hot oil had splashed into them. "I don't need your help, Mr. Ye. Have you forgotten that we are cooperating? As long as we both benefit from the cooperation, isn't that enough? Why do you care what kind of person I am?"

Ye Tingshen: "------"

After Tong Huan finished speaking, she ignored Ye Tingshen's shocked look and strode forward.

She thought that Ye Tingshen must be very disappointed with her character.