The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

When Jiang Zhiyue came out of the British public study, the tear marks on her face had disappeared.

Only the slightly red eyes proved that she had just cried.

Chang Hui naturally noticed something was wrong with the young lady, and hurriedly trotted forward, worry written all over her little face.

"Miss……"

Jiang Zhiyue glanced at Chang Hui, and Chang Hui understood and helped her young lady walk towards Yansiyuan.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyue returned to Yansiyuan, Changhui immediately ordered someone to fetch water for the young lady to wash her face.

Jiang Zhiyue calmed down a little after putting the slightly cool handkerchief on his eyes.

The whole set of singing, reciting, acting and fighting that I just performed in front of my father and second uncle was not entirely acting.

She did resent her father for not believing her, but after all, she didn't believe her father either, right?

In her previous life, if she had not listened to Lin Jingqiu and kept everything secret from her father, things might not have turned out to be so bad.

"Miss, please change your handkerchief."

I don’t know how much time passed before Chang Hui reminded him.

Jiang Zhiyue took off the handkerchief and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. The area was still a little red and swollen.

Chang Hui neatly twisted out a new handkerchief for Jiang Zhiyue and applied the wound on her.

"The young lady has suffered a great injustice. I haven't seen her cry so sadly in a long time."

Jiang Zhiyue originally wanted to say that she was not that sad, but when she thought about what she had experienced in her previous life, she felt that it would be good for her to cry like this.

"Chang Hui, crying doesn't necessarily mean you're really sad."

Chang Hui nodded, not quite understanding.

The room fell silent, with only the occasional crackling sound of burning charcoal.

Jiang Zhiyue always felt like he was missing something.

But where did she miss?

Feeling sleepy, Jiang Zhiyue fell into a deep sleep with the handkerchief as his pillow.

Mr. Jiang left his eldest brother's study and wanted to see his daughter, so he went to Jiang Wanbai's yard.

The maidservant at the door saw Mr. Jiang was about to bow, and Mr. Jiang made a gesture to keep quiet, so the maidservant had to shut up.

Jiang Wanbai has nothing to do during the day, so she prefers to read and practice piano in the greenhouse.

When Mr. Jiang came in today, he neither heard any piano music nor saw anyone in the greenhouse.

She casually called a little maid and asked where Jiang Wanbai was.

The little maid pointed to the study.

Master Jiang strode over and knocked on the door: "Wanbai, Daddy came to see you."

After a while, Master Jiang heard the door open and saw Jiang Wanbai coming out. He bowed slowly and said, "My daughter greets you, father. Good day, father."

Master Jiang could tell at a glance that his daughter was in a bad mood.

Without asking, he stepped into Jiang Wanbai's study.

Jiang Wanbai followed him in, and Master Jiang saw the calligraphy copybook that his daughter had just been copying. It was a gift from her when she first started learning calligraphy.

"Why did you think of my father's words today?"

Mr. Jiang carefully looked at the handwriting of Jiang Wanbai. Perhaps it was because she was impatient that even a beginner's copybook was not solid enough.

Jiang Wanbai lowered his head, staring at his shoes, and said in a muffled voice: "I have nothing to do, so I practice calligraphy to relieve my boredom."

When Master Jiang saw her like this, he couldn't help but laugh: "You and Achan should be sisters. You have the same little gestures when you're unhappy."

Jiang Wanbai raised her head suddenly, then quickly lowered it: "It's different."

Seeing this, Master Jiang's smile widened: "It's different. Ah Chan would complain if she's unhappy, but why is Dad's Wan Bai acting like a punching bag?"

Jiang Wanbai was already unhappy, and her father kept calling her "Achan" all the time, which made Jiang Wanbai so aggrieved that she burst into tears.

Mr. Jiang shook his head and asked, "What day is today?"

Why are all the little girls he meets crying so hard?

Just after coaxing Achan, Wanbai started crying.

Jiang Wanbai was crying sadly when a stack of plain handkerchiefs was handed to her.

She looked up and saw her father looking at her with a smile: "Go ahead and cry. After you're done, I'll wipe your tears for you. If they're not enough, there'll be more."

Jiang Wanbai was amused, pouted, and took the handkerchief on top.

"Just smile, and tell Dad who bullied you. Dad will help you settle the score."

When it comes to coaxing people, Mr. Jiang is second to none and no one dares to claim to be first.

Jiang Wan looked at him with her eyes wide open and asked in a low voice, "Anyone can do it?"

Master Jiang hesitated for a moment, "If your father can't afford to offend him, then I'll let your uncle go!"

Jiang Wanbai didn't smile, and continued to purse her lips and said nothing.

Master Jiang signaled the little girls around him to retreat to the door, touched her hair, and said earnestly: "Wan Bai has a secret, right? It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell your father. You just need to remember one thing."

Jiang Wanbai looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Master Jiang: "When Daddy is here, leave the things you can't solve to him. If Daddy is not here, you can go find the old lady, your uncle, older brothers and older sisters. It's all fine."

"If you keep bad things in your heart, you will become bad. Daddy is not a doctor, so he can't fix people, he can only punish them."

Mr. Jiang spoke humorously, and the gloom in Jiang Wanbai's heart was relieved a lot.

But Jiang Wanbai kept thinking about it and still felt unable to speak.

Jiang Zhiyue was pretending in the British public study, but now Jiang Wanbai really finds it difficult to say it.

How could she talk to her father?

She said that her mother wanted her to take over Jiang Zhiyue’s marriage, but she didn’t want to, and was even slapped by her mother for this... ?

Thinking back to what happened that night, Jiang Wanbai felt like the sky was falling.

The tears fell uncontrollably again.

As soon as Mr. Jiang Er saw it, he knew that the situation was serious.

Wan Bai was a delicate and proud little girl who never cried in front of others. Even her own father had never seen her cry in her entire life.

She is crying non-stop now. I am afraid that she has encountered something that she thinks is more serious than the sky falling.

Master Jiang couldn't figure it out, so he said, "Then I'll ask your mother to come over?"

"do not want!"

Jiang Wanbai objected vehemently.

Mr. Jiang's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Could it be that the source of the trouble was caused by the Qiao family?

Mr. Jiang soon realized that the old lady had suddenly changed her mind and wanted to take the children to the banquet herself, while Mrs. Qiao stayed at home.

But Wanbai was so proud when she came back from the banquet. How come she became so listless in just two days?

What did Qiao do after returning home?

Mr. Jiang looked at his daughter and refused to mention the matter. He thought of Mrs. Qiao's personality and suddenly he seemed to know what the problem was.

"You don't want to talk, Dad asks, can you just nod and shake your head?"

Mr. Jiang was determined to pry open his daughter's mouth.

He felt that the fact that his daughter didn't want to talk about it even though she was crying like that must be like a huge rock pressing on her heart.

No matter what this matter is, who knows if it will not affect her temperament over time?

Mr. Jiang would not make such a prediction, and his daughter would not have to live with heavy worries.

"Is this matter related to your mother?"

Jiang Wanbai nodded.

After confirming the first step of his conjecture, Mr. Jiang continued to ask without changing his expression, "It is also related to Ah Chan."

Jiang Wanbai looked up suddenly, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.

How does Dad know!