Chapter Forty-Seven: Home

u Xicheng's cold and handsome face seemed to fluctuate, with a hint of a smile.A faint smile, yet she could captivate the city.Ye Dongyang's jaw nearly hit the floor. Watching their interaction, he wa...Tonight's night is beautiful, a bright moon hangs high in the sky.

At this moment, a text message came to her smartphone. She put down the red wine in her hand and picked up her phone to read: "Gu Xicheng is here." The four words were enough for her to understand immediately. It meant she shouldn't go to Hai Zhuang. If Gu Xicheng was there, Qin Yan might also be there. The fact that he only sent four words proved how urgent it was for him to tell her.

She lifted her eyes, using those beautiful yet hollow eyes to stare at the shadow of herself in the window. Her delicate cheeks were as indifferent as water, and she slowly sipped the red wine with a faint gaze. She had returned to China half a year ago, and Tang Feng had made a show of inviting her. Without thinking, she knew he wasn't sincere. Since she didn't return to Jiang City, he would occasionally send people to catch her in the capital.

She lost her mother at a young age. Tang Feng, taking over the Bai family's assets, immediately elevated his mistress and she gave birth to a son and a daughter after being recognized. Therefore, she also has a brother and a sister, but she was abandoned from a young age. She had a life, but no one raised her.

He held his glass of liquor and swirled it, then drank it all in one gulp.

It's time to go back home to the Tang family!

She also sent Xu Yixue a message, "I'm going back to Tangjia to have some fun, don't worry about me!"

.........

Tang Mengru was carrying a bright red suitcase, standing at the entrance of the Bai family's house, carefully looking at this French-style villa.

"This is my grandfather's house, and it's time for you to give it back," he thought.

Tang Mengru's maternal grandfather was once a wealthy businessman in Jiangcheng. His ancestors had run a textile business, and he only had one daughter, Bai Jiu, who married Tang Fengding as her husband.

After her mother fell ill and passed away, her grandfather could not bear the grief and also died. All the family property fell into the hands of her father.

This was her grandfather's industry, it should be hers alone, her own things, she would take them back slowly.

She narrowed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips, a faint but cold smile. She walked forward and knocked on the big iron gate of the villa.

The old man slowly walked over. Seeing the people outside the door, he was so excited that he couldn't speak. He just trembled and opened the door: "Little... Miss, little..., miss, it's really you, you.... finally... came back."

"Chen Bo, how are you" Old Mr. Chen, the old man, was her grandfather's servant and had always been kind to her since she was a child.

"Good...good...good."

She stepped into the doorway. A tall woman in a cheongsam stood on the steps, watching Tang Mengru silently, a smile playing at the corner of her eyes.

She is well-maintained, around 40 years old, with a graceful waist and an alluring figure.

"Ruru" she called softly, her voice gentle and kind.

This is her stepmother, Song Qingqing.

Tang Mengru's lips curled slightly, her long eyelashes gently covering the coldness in her eyes. She remained silent.

"Miss, just come back, must be tired, go back to the room first." Chen Bo reminded.

Tang Mengru didn't even glance at Song Qingqing as she strode into the room. The former White family hall was now lavishly decorated by Tang Fengding, complete with Italian furniture and a complex and dazzling chandelier.

She didn't go back to her room, she sat in the living room drinking tea, waiting for her father to come downstairs.

Soon, her father came downstairs and saw that she had come back by herself. He was stern with her.

Tang Mengru looked calmly at Chu's father.

Tang Feng Deng didn't expect Tang Mengru, who always used to lower her head, to stare at him so directly. His heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously frowned and asked, "Why didn't you come back when I brought you here"

Tang Mengru said in a soft voice, "That's carrying, isn't it Not catching"

When Tang Feng Deng heard this, his first reaction was disbelief. His daughter had been timid before, so how dare she refute him now

"Although he still said, "Whether you bring it or catch it, I want you to come back to this home."

Tang Mengru's lips curled into a smirk, and she asked coldly, "Is this still my home"

Tang Feng Deng frowned, "Alright, just rest well when you get back. I'll head to the company first."very good. In fact, he couldn't drink much alcohol, especially strong liquor or white wine.But today's crowd were all drunkards, and they still prefer to drink white liquor. Although there were public...