Early morning.

When she opened the door to her study, her grandfather was wiping down the chessboard and chess pieces, as he often did when he was bored. Seeing her come in, Lan Zongrong's mood calmed down and beckoned her to his side.

"Qingchuan, come and sit on my side."

She shook his old hand and felt sad.

"Ah Gong."

"All your luggage packed?"

She nodded silently, and her irrepressible reluctance made her hesitate to speak: "I can stay here, I just entered Margaret Academy, and I can also study and sharpen here." Or, I can go to the U.S. ......"

How she went to meet those people, she hated them for a long time.

She is the heir he has carefully cultivated, more than cold, and not enough lenient. Her slightest thought couldn't hide it from him at all, and Lan Zongrong saw her stubborn pathos very thoroughly. The old man lowered his head and drank his tea, and was speechless for a long time.

In those bright eyes that saw through everything, Lan Qingchuan was speechless.

As she left, her grandfather stared at her and said softly, "Qingchuan, he is your father after all." There was too much in his sentence, and Lan Qingchuan, who was young at the time, didn't understand.

The next day, Lan Qingchuan embarked on a flight to his homeland of China alone, just like when he first came to France.

She had never told her grandfather that she had dreams these days, and there was never a loving look from her father in her dreams, only the continuous rain of that day and the sighs and cries of relatives and friends.

She woke up and gritted her teeth.

Her father, who married his lover, brought his lover's daughter home, but was not related at all.

At first, Lan Qingchuan couldn't figure it out, but later he knew the strangeness of this, and found that the lover named Zhi Jingrou was her father's lover before his career, and later in order to marry the second heir of the Lan family, he had to break up with his first love, and Zhi Jingrou was depressed to marry a small businessman, and then had a daughter, called Qin Xue.

All this was hidden by Fang Yuzhong, he thought that he had deceived Lan Zongrong, Lan Yuange and everyone, but he didn't know that he had never been able to hide Lan Zongrong, the executive director of the Lan clan.

And Lan Yuange loves him, no matter how strong his thunderous means are, he can't resist his daughter's unhesitating infatuation. Even if he said that he would break off the relationship, Lan Zongrong was always worried about his little daughter who was far away in a foreign land.

Her mother, Lan Yuange, was a woman who was white and soft like a lily, and after giving birth to her, she was inexplicably haggard and emaciated year by year, and when her grandfather heard the news, she had already swallowed her breath.

No one knows the amazement, anger, pain and self-reproach in the heart of an old man.

Her mother died early, and if she said that it had nothing to do with Fang Yu Zhongzhi Jingrou, she would never believe it, because her mother was such a soft and fragile person.

Then she knew that after marrying her mother, her father couldn't forget the first love that he couldn't ask for, and he was still secretly in contact with Zhi Jingrou, and what Zhi Jingrou had done to hurt her mother, which was unclear but obvious.

She never believed that her father was so infatuated that he was even stupid. All she knew was that he was a shrewd and ruthless man who was obsessed with power and hurt his mother, who loved him wholeheartedly.

In the past twelve years of loneliness, she has worked hard to grow a thin body in such an environment, she is not heartless and ruthless, how can she not be painful, how can she not hate.