Xia Lingling was discharged from the hospital on the fourth day after waking up, and Cheng Guanghua personally came to pick her up and discharged from the hospital, and the two talked and laughed along the way, as if they had forgotten what they were going to do after they went back.

On the way, Xia Lingling had a general understanding of the basic situation of this family, and to Xia Lingling's surprise, the owner of this body, Summer, was an orphan who had been living in an orphanage until she was 5 years old.

Fourteen years ago, Zhong Jianhua, who was Summer's recently deceased father, was still an employee of a small company, and accompanied the company's leaders to the county welfare home to donate, but when he left, Summer rushed out of the welfare home, hugged Zhong Jianhua's legs, and cried and begged him to take him away.

At that time, Zhong Jianhua was unable to marry a daughter-in-law in his thirties because of his economic conditions and his appearance was a little ugly.

Because the day he took in Summer was in the hot summer, Zhong Jianhua, who was not educated at the time, asked for the name Summer, and he has always liked this name, he felt that his daughter had a foreign name, and she would definitely be as famous as she was in the future, and she could study abroad and have a future.

Later, he found that although Summer was small, he was particularly able to eat, and in addition to meat, he didn't want to eat anything else, even if he was frugal and frugal, there was very little left in his monthly salary, so when Summer was nine years old, Zhong Jianhua resigned from his job at that time, borrowed some money and started to do small business, ten years, until he got to the point where he is now, but because of these years of drinking and socializing, he was only in his forties and changed to severe hepatitis, until he suddenly died of aggravation a month ago.

Because I remember the tears when Summer held her leg for the first time, Zhong Jianhua vowed to give her the best things, but he didn't want to end up raising her into a waste who couldn't eat anything but eat, of course, this waste is Xia Lingling's evaluation of her, Cheng Guanghua said it more tactfully, what kind of fragile heart, ignorant of the world, to put it bluntly, it is the meaning of waste.

Zhong Jianhua met Summer's current stepmother Ye Xuan at a cocktail party, Ye Xuan, who was still a small employee of the company at the time, was a single mother who raised her children alone, Zhong Jianhua was moved by her tenacity and perseverance and unyielding character in the process of chatting with her, and finally the two got married after half a year of dating, and Ye Xuan's daughter Ye Qingyu also married in.

Ye Xuan has always played the role of a good mother, and Summer also regarded her as her own mother as she wished, and she didn't like it, but Zhong Jianhua knew his wife very well, and he understood that the toughness and stubbornness in this woman's bones would not disappear easily no matter what, and the only reason that could be explained was that she was just temporarily restraining these, and once she passed away one day, Summer's days might be unimaginable.

So, when he felt that his body was not going to fail, he found his friend Cheng Guanghua and asked him to help Summer more, and made a will to leave everything he had to this daughter of his. He understands his daughter's character better, even if he is gone, she will treat Ye Xuan as his own mother and Ye Qingyu as his own sister.

Hearing this, Xia Lingling has generally understood the whole of this family, she is happy that Summer has such a great father, and at the same time sighs that the world is impermanent, Zhong Jianhua could not have imagined that he died for only one month, Ye Xuan killed his most beloved daughter, if he knew, I am afraid he would not be blind.

Back at the villa, Ye Xuan was already waiting with her daughter, Xia Lingling saw that their expressions were a little unnatural, presumably because she knew everything.

She simply stopped going around the bend, leaned back on the sofa, and said lightly:

"Ms. Ye, was it really an accident that I fell down the stairs?"