When she arrived at Xilin Xiaoxia, she saw a faint light through the cherry blossom forest in the distance.

She was in a trance.

The cottage had been purchased a month earlier when she was still in France, and she planned to live here in the future, and she did not want to face or contact her father, Fang Yuzhong, and others. When her grandfather found out, he still assigned her a few servants and hired private doctors.

She had only been standing outside the fence for a moment when footsteps came, and a middle-aged woman who looked like a housekeeper opened the door for her. She was employed by the Lan family, a large company, and knew the identity of the villa owner early, and she was strictly selected by the upper echelons, and she also trained a group of satisfactory servants.

Seeing this little master in the surveillance camera, the solemn woman was a little surprised by her arrival, because Lan Qingchuan did not tell anyone the news of her return to China.

She handed over her luggage to the housekeeper, and when she looked up, she saw the cherry blossom forest she loved, well cared for, blooming like a sea of flowers at this season, and greeted with a soothing fragrance. She walked on the side of the path, watching all the way, and only felt that her mood was calm. In a city where every inch of land is so noisy and extravagant, there are very few quiet places like this.

After a few days of contact, Xilin Xiaoxia's servant felt that this young lady was extremely silent, her expression was always light, she rarely saw a smile, and she was difficult to get along with, but she was kind and not harsh.

After a week's stay, they found that Miss Lan liked to be quiet, with a French relaxed and slow lifestyle, she liked to drink tea and read books, and she did not move a few times, and the driver was already leisurely pruning the flowers and branches of the gardener.

Such a young girl makes people feel a little lonely and demure.

A week later, Lan Qingchuan went to her grandparents' house, and the two old men were surprised and saddened, she rarely came to visit her after learning that her father had settled them in this quiet C city, and they could not interfere in her father's affairs, but just lived in this city day by day.

Her grandfather stroked the rosewood fan she gave him, hesitated for a long time and said, "After your mother died, we have never seen you again, and it has been more than ten years since we thought about it." ”

"I've grown so beautiful, like your mother." Her grandmother took her hand and looked at it carefully, letting out a sigh of relief.

She didn't know what to say, she hadn't lived with them for more than a decade, she couldn't remember her grandparents in her memory, and now they seemed to be very old.

As for her father Fang Yuzhong's matter, the two old men still didn't say anything in the end.

When Lan Qingchuan left, her grandmother was wiping her tears, and her grandfather was bending over tremblingly and gently wiping away tears for her.

Her heart suddenly became very sour. Her grandparents have supported each other all their lives and faced ups and downs together, while her parents have no fate, one is affectionate, the other is affectionate but died early.

When she returned in the afternoon, while it was still early, she thought about it and asked the driver to drive to Ling's house in S City.

The Ling family is a family with a deep foundation in S City, which is different from the Lan family's boundless overseas market and Westernization, it is a family of celebrities who are deeply rooted in China and flourish.

Lan Qingchuan is far away, and she is not very familiar with this family, but she has kindness to her. Her mother, Lan Yuange, was the Ling family's best friend in China. Soon after her mother died, she was kidnapped, and when she was rescued, her spirit was greatly damaged, and the family was ****, it was Mrs. Ling who took her to the house and took care of her, until her grandfather sent someone to pick her up.