Basically, Diao Ranran has no impression of his mother's autumn realm.

I only know that she was born in a Nanping family, her ancestors had been in the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China government official positions, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Qiu family gradually declined, but it is also a famous family in the local area.

I heard Aunt Bao once say that when the young lady of the Qiu family nodded and was willing to marry Diao Chengxi, her mother was afraid that she would wronged this aunt, so with the strength of the family, she insisted on preparing a rich dowry that even the upper-class daughters of Zhonghai would envy.

Most of these dowries are still placed on the third floor of the mansion, in Mrs. Diao's bedroom.

Her bedroom was large, two rooms were connected, and there was a separate living room, washroom, powder room and cloakroom.

Paris Hilton once posted her cloakroom on the Internet, which shocked countless women, but all this in front of her was only a little more, which made Diao Ranran feel suffocated.

Because of Aunt Bao's diligence, there is no dust covering here at all, and it is very clean. Every piece of fur, every pair of shoes, is clean and has a refreshing hint of lemon.

Diao Ranran suppressed her surprise and walked in.

Rows of furs, rows of evening dresses, rows of silk cheongsams, rows of cashmere coats.

Sandals, scoop shoes, booties, boots.

All kinds of handbags, silk scarves, and small items.

Even if it is an old thing from ten or twenty years ago, it doesn't look outdated at all, Diao Ranran can't help but reach out, pick it up gently, and put it down gently.

Walking out of the cloakroom, she let out a long breath, and became more determined to think that she absolutely could not let Bai Novi marry into the Diao family, let alone let her live in the mansion!

Not to mention that after seeing this, whether the woman will be greedy and embezzle, even if she sends someone to make a mess here because of jealousy, she and Aunt Bao will be mad with anger.

Diao Ranran thought about it, stood a little tired, and just happened to have a dresser at hand, so she sat down.

The mirror in front of her was wiped spotlessly, she smiled, and the figure inside laughed, she frowned, and the figure inside frowned.

She looked in the mirror for a moment, and her attention was drawn to the drawers at hand. However, Diao Ranran reached out and pulled them one by one, only to find that each drawer was locked.

She was a little frustrated, inexplicably curious, and couldn't help but try again.

This time, I don't know if the road is in disrepair or damp, she pulled it a little harder, and one of the drawers actually made a "click" sound, and the slide inside seemed to break, and it fell down with a bang.

Diao Ranran hurriedly removed his foot so as not to be smashed.

Luckily, the drawer was only half off and half stuck in its original position.

A puff of smoke and dust flew, and she quickly covered her mouth and nose, waved her hand, and bent down to see what was inside the drawer.

When she saw what she saw, she was a little disappointed, neither jewelry, nor cheques and cash, just an inconspicuous black book, some kind of notebook similar to the kind of notebooks that people in the nineties of the last century used to take notes in class.

Diao Ranran reached out and took it out, dusted off the ashes on it, covered his nose, and carefully opened the cover.

Obviously, judging from the handwriting and content inside, this should be a memo from Qiujing.

She was a little disappointed, if it was a diary, she could still see some clues from it, but what could she see in a small book that recorded what she had to do in daily life?

It's nothing more than what time it is today, and I made an appointment with who and where to drink tea.

What time is tomorrow, find someone to go shopping for clothes, do hair, do beauty.

What time is it the day after tomorrow, I have to send someone to get the newly made dress and shoes, and prepare to attend some drinking party in the evening.

And so on and so forth, the content is very boring, day after day, it is arranged like this.

It turns out that the life of Mrs. Kuo twenty years ago is not much different from the life of Mrs. Kuo twenty years later.

Diao Ranran looked a little sleepy, covered her mouth, couldn't help yawning, and quickly turned a few pages.

Soon, it can be seen between the lines that Qiujing is pregnant.

She no longer goes shopping as often, and she has reduced the number of dinners she attends, and spends most of her time recuperating herself, having a dietitian come to her home to help her set up three meals a day, and changing her schedule to be extremely healthy.

These contents obviously attracted Diao Ranran's attention, and she looked at it seriously, but when she turned another page, she was stunned to find that from this page, there were about a dozen pages, which had been torn off.

She anxiously looked around the floor, then at the drawers, then backwards, and shook off the notepad a few times.

No, not those dozen pieces of paper.

Who tore it off, was it Qiu Jing himself, or someone else?!

Diao Ranran hurriedly flipped back, and the content on it showed that the child of the Autumn Realm, that is, herself, had passed a hundred days.

The content of the previous half a year was torn off, so she had no way of knowing.

Diao Ranran put his cheek in one hand and told Zhan Xingchuan the situation that night, word by word.

She spoke very slowly, and she didn't get to the point for a long time. However, he did not seem to be in a hurry at all, and sat patiently across from her, listening carefully to every word she said.

Seeing that Diao Ranran stopped, and after taking a sip of tea, he didn't mean to speak again, Zhan Xingchuan also picked up the teacup, took a sip, and couldn't help but ask: "Then what? Is the content behind it related to your decision not to let Bai Novi give birth to a child?"

She nodded, playing with the empty teacup, and was speechless for a moment.

The moment he first saw it, Diao Ranran's brain was empty, and he couldn't stop being dizzy.

It turns out that Qiu Jing is also a ruthless character, not as she thought before, she was a willful lady before she got married, and she was a brainless lady after she got married.

"What the hell is going on? You've piqued my curiosity. If you don't say it, I can't wait. If I can't wait, I'll ...... Humph......"

Zhan Xingchuan couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, there was a hint of threat in his tone, and he reached out and made a gesture to tickle her.

Diao Ranran dodged and hurriedly surrendered.

"The child in Bai Novi's belly is not from the Diao family. ”

She sighed, and although her face was dull, she had to tell the truth.

In this regard, Zhan Xingchuan didn't seem to be very surprised, he pouted, just wanted to laugh at Diao Chengxi for a few words, and suddenly thought that he was Diao Ranran's father after all, and laughing at him was equivalent to slapping her in the face, so he thought about it and endured it.

"Why are you so sure?"

However, he still didn't understand what this matter had to do with Qiujing's schedule that year.

Diao Ranran shook his head, only feeling that Diao Chengxi had been drenched in a bucket of green paint from head to toe in his mind, and he had become a living king with money.

"Let's put it this way, he can't have any children of his own except me. Any woman who claims to be pregnant with her child is a liar. ”

Diao Ranran raised his head and directly threw out a big bomb.

Zhan Xingchuan was a little dazed, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Your father is he...... Did he go for a ligation?"

This is not quite right, if he was ligated, then he should have known that Bai Novi was lying to him, and the child in her womb was not his species at all.

What exactly is this...... What's going on?!