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Her skin was as smooth and fair as jade, and it was suffused with a faint rosy glow. She was like a newborn baby, causing people to feel envious.

Han Mo put down the wine cup in his hand and coldly looked at her with a pair of terrifyingly dark and cold eyes.

If he hadn't known that she had such a mother, he probably wouldn't have imagined that such a beautiful and cute girl in front of him was a heartless person, right?

Even if she wasn't now, she would become like her mother in the future, destroying other people's families. She was selfish and self-interested!

That night, that terrible and bloody room, he would never forget it.

Before his mother died, she had held his hand and told him that she was sorry. However, when she looked at him with those desperate and reluctant eyes, even if he died, Han Mo would never forget it.

How had he survived all these years? How had he gotten out of that nightmare? The motivation that had allowed him to persevere until now was revenge!

He definitely had to make that woman pay the most painful price! Even if she died, her daughter would atone for her sins!

The sleeping figure turned over and mumbled something before falling back into a deep sleep.

Han Mo frowned slightly. Why was he a little flustered in that instant just now?

The plan that he had been planning for a long time was about to come true. Why was there not a single trace of relaxation and happiness in his heart? Could it be that he had waited too long?

Yes, that must be the case. They must have waited for too long, so even their moods were a little depressed.

Han Mo said with confidence in his heart, and then got up and walked towards the bedside.

That graceful figure was still deep in her dreams. A faint smile was plastered on her fair and slightly flushed face.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being reincarnated in the Qiao family and becoming that woman's daughter!" Han Mo whispered into her ear, and his huge body pressed down heavily …

The morning sun shone on the floor and on the lazy figure.

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Qiao Xinran slowly opened her eyes.

Damn it, I shouldn't have drunk so much yesterday. Why did Shan Shan drink so much again …

That's not right! This was not her room!

Qiao Xinran was shocked, immediately sitting up on the bed. Looking at this unfamiliar room, the high ceiling, and that gorgeous and luxurious crystal chandelier, Qiao Xinran's mind went blank.

This is... Where?

She frowned and hit her swollen head, but could only recall a few fragments from last night.

She remembered meeting Han Mo in the bar, then starting to drink in rage. What happened after that?

Later … He met Han Mo at the entrance of the washroom!

Could it be … This is...

Qiao Xinran was so scared by her own thoughts that she started to sweat cold sweat. She raised her head and looked around her surroundings. In the messy bed, only her body temperature remained. Could it be that she was overthinking it?

However, the pain and bruises on his body told her what had happened last night …

Qiao Xinran felt her head ache more and more.

However, he still couldn't think of anything. If something really happened last night, and if Han Mo really did something to her, she definitely wouldn't forgive him!

She would definitely find an opportunity to take revenge and grind his bones to dust before stepping on his feet!

"Miss Qiao, are you up yet?" Just as she was thinking fiercely, there was a light knock on the door.

Without waiting for an answer, the servant opened the door and walked in. He placed the clothes he was holding on the bed and respectfully said, "Miss Qiao, this is the young master's order to deliver the breakfast. You can go downstairs to eat after changing."

Saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. Qiao Xinran called out to her with a depressed face, "Young Master? Your young master... Who is it? could it be Han Mo? "

The servant was slightly surprised, but he still replied respectfully, "Yes, our young master is called Han Mo, and this is the Han's Residence …"

She did not even hear what the servant said. When she found out that this was Han Mo's home, her heart had already collapsed.

It looked like he had really been like a lamb in a tiger's den last night. How could there be a good time for him to land in the hands of Han Mo that little fellow? She felt sick when she thought about how he had been taken in by that disgusting man yesterday.

"Miss Qiao?" Do you have any other instructions? " When the servant saw her standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but call out a few more times.

Qiao Xinran regained her senses, and waved her hand: "It's fine, you can leave now."

The servant closed the door and left, the room once again becoming quiet. But in Qiao Xinran's heart, she could no longer calm down.

Had she finally fallen into his hands? [Did Aunt Hua send her out as a bargaining chip after all?]

However, if it was for her brother's sake, she would accept all of this!

She could grit her teeth and endure it even if she had to give herself to a man with no human feelings, even if it meant becoming a bargaining chip in a marriage of benefits.

As long as his brother was safe and sound, everything was fine.

When he thought here, his indignant heart finally calmed down a little.

He dragged his body into the bathroom. After a simple shower, he changed into the clothes brought by the servant.

The pure white lace dress was actually the same size as the one she usually wore, and it was extremely fitting. Sure enough, to someone as experienced as Han Mo, judging the size of a woman's clothes was a piece of cake.

But forget it, she would not waste her time thinking about this matter. After all, this marriage was only a formality.

When he got downstairs and saw the fine breakfast on the dining table, his stomach started to protest.

She did not hold back and immediately sat down to eat, while asking the servants about Han Mo's whereabouts.

Only after finding out that he had gone to work did the pressure on his heart ease up a little. Han Mo did not want to stay in his home for even a moment longer.

The sunlight in the courtyard was just right. When the warm sunlight shone on her body, it made her feel somewhat lazy. Even the pain seemed to have lessened somewhat.

There was a type of unknown flower growing in the yard. It was pure white in color and had a faint fragrance. The fragrance was soft and fragmented, yet it filled the entire yard and looked exceptionally fresh.

Qiao Xinran couldn't help but twitch her mouth. A man who lived in a house could actually grow such a small flower, Han Mo's hobby was really … Special.

Walking along the flower path, he found a direction to head towards. However, at the foot of the fake mountain at the corner of the street, a figure flashed by.

She could see very clearly, but when she walked over to take a look, she only saw the artificial waterfalls on the fake mountains flowing in the cool water. Where was the shadow of a person?