It was noon, and smoke was rising from the kitchen in Guanxiu Village. The ground was a little muddy after the rain.
The appearance of a luxury off-road vehicle broke the silence unique to the village.
Ning Qi carried a huge bamboo basket on her back. As soon as she came down from the top of the mountain, she saw a group of people at the entrance of the village. They were surrounding a car in the distance, looking out and talking about it.
Someone saw Ning Qi first and pushed her. Xiao Qi, is this the person who came to pick you up? How imposing!
Ning Qi narrowed her eyes and glanced at the middle-aged woman who got out of the car.
It was her second aunt, Lin picture, who was also sent by the Ning family.
Lin Yuxiang looked around in disgust. When she raised her head to look at Ning Qi, she squeezed out a stiff smile. "You must be Xiao Qi. I'm your second aunt. It was your grandfather who asked me to pick you up."
Before coming here, the old master had repeatedly told her to take Ning Qi back unscathed. It could be seen that the old master attached great importance to this girl.
She reached out her hand, wanting to "love" touch Ning Qiqi's head.
Ning Qi suddenly took a step back and looked at her coldly.
Lin Yuxiang's hand missed its target.
She was so angry that she wanted to slap Ning Qi in the face. But there were so many people around, so she could only suppress her anger and tried to smooth things over with a smile. "Oh, after all, this country bumpkin is afraid of giving birth..."
She deliberately emphasized the word "country".
"I'm afraid you'll dirty my stuff," Ning Qiqi said suddenly.
After all, the bamboo basket she carried on her back was very valuable.
Lin Yumei's face suddenly changed, especially when she found that someone around her was laughing out loud. She lowered her voice and cursed, "You bastard, what are you talking about?!"
Ning Qi fell silent. Lin Yumei couldn't vent her anger and could only glare at her.
At this moment, Master Yu Xizi came over and patted Ning Qi's shoulder. "Little Qi'er, since someone has come to pick you up, you can go with them."
He reminded Ning Qiqi, "Didn't you always want to know about that thing?"
When that matter was brought up, there was a ripple in Ning Qi's eyes, but she was still a little reluctant to part with her master. "Master, I will often come back to visit you."
"Good boy." The master patted Ning Qi on the shoulder.
This time, Ning Qi didn't dodge at all.
Such an obvious contrast made Lin Yumei want to bite her teeth. When she returned to the city, it would be her world. She wanted to see how she would deal with this little country bumpkin.
After Ning Qi said goodbye to her master, she directly passed Lin Yumei and got in the car.
17 years ago, her mother insisted on coming to Guan Xiu Village, regardless of the opposition of the whole Ning family.
Later, her mother died in a strange way. She did not believe that all this had nothing to do with the Ning family.
This time, he went back to seek the truth.
Ning Qi sat in the back seat and looked out of the window without saying a word.
However, in the passenger seat, Lin picture said in a strange tone, "The Ning family is not a small family. Although you are not from the Ning family, you should always put the interests of the Ning family first..."
Hearing this, Ning Qi immediately knew what kind of sinister idea was in Lin Yutang's heart.
The purpose of bringing her back was nothing more than to marry the Yu family, the head of the four major families in the capital.
Back then, her mother had been on good terms with Madam Yu, so she was engaged to her.
But before she gave birth to Ning Qiqi, there was a turmoil in Cloud City and the marriage was put aside.
Ning Qiqi was not interested in the marriage and did not answer.
Lin Yutang talked about the rules for a long time, but did not get any response from Ning Qiqi. He felt even more upset.
Although the young master of the Yu family was seriously ill, this was still a rare good marriage.
Besides, his daughter was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was also graceful...
"How is my luck worse than this country bumpkin's?"
Thinking of this, she couldn't help being furious. "I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?"
