Chapter 707 - Do You Hate Me This Much? (7) (2/2)

Without time to contemplate it or reflect on it, she asked as she held the old woman’s hand tightly, “Senior Auntie Zhang, what are you doing here?”

With reddened eyes, the old woman looked at her. “Sigh… my pampered little girl, you’ve suffered much these years! Auntie Zhang came back here six years ago, and I’ve been waiting, hoping for you to come home to take a look. But how could you be so cruel! You never came back.”

She came back six years ago.

Qiao Lian surveyed the villa and its surroundings and suddenly thought of a possible reason for the situation. “This villa…”

“Mr. Lu bought it back from the bank at a high price and put in a great deal of effort in restoring it. He said that, like this, when you finally return some day, it will feel familiar.”

When she heard the name Mr. Lu, Qiao Lian froze.

She bit her lip as pure fear overtook the surprise and warmth that she had felt earlier.

She looked at the scene before her eyes now and then turned towards Shen Liangchuan.

Shen Liangchuan quickly put his arm around her shoulders and said, “Don’t be afraid.”

Qiao Lian nodded.

Senior Auntie Zhang said excitedly, “Little Miss, hurry up and come in! Everything inside is just like before! Your bedroom has been restored! I even made your favourite roasted meat. Quickly, come in to eat.”

Qiao Lian shook her head after hearing this. “Senior Auntie Zhang, there’s no need.”

Lu Nanze had bought this villa, and she would not step on any of his property.

Senior Auntie Zhang looked at her and sighed. “Mr. Lu instructed me on the day you came to Suzhou to cook your favourite dishes every day, knowing that one of these days, you’d come by to take a look.”

The old lady was about to continue, when Qiao Lian interrupted her, “Senior Auntie Zhang, I have to get going. I will come and see you again another day.”

After saying this, she hurriedly led Shen Liangchuan back into the car.

The moment she got into the car and before she could even speak, her cell phone rang.

She picked up the phone and looked at the screen. It was a local call. After some thought, she answered it. At once, a familiar voice from her childhood days spoke, “Freaking hell! Qiao Lian, come quickly! Second Brother is about to beat Sun Tzi to death!!”