Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Translator: ShinoJ

Gu Manxi knew how hard it was for him, so she said gently, “I’m staying home with Chuchu for five more days. If you’re free –“

Before Gu Manxi could finish her sentence, Song Chen had already finished the second half of her sentence. “As long as I’m free, I’ll definitely come over and eat your cooking.”

Gu Manxi: “…Okay.”

…

Gu Chu had just gone up to the second floor when he saw Auntie Zhao carrying the bedsheets out of Lin Xiaozhou’s room.

Gu Chu greeted her obediently, “Thank you for your hard work, Auntie. I have some food downstairs. You can try it later.”

“Thank you, Chuchu. Auntie has already eaten.” Auntie Zhao smiled and patted Gu Chu’s little head. She carried the bedsheets downstairs and prepared to wash them.

Gu Chu’s eyes were sharp. She seemed to see a red bloodstain on the corner of the bedsheets in Auntie Zhao’s hands…

Bloodstain?

“Auntie, why is there blood on Brother Xiaozhou’s sheet?” Gu Chu could not help but imagine.

Auntie Zhao looked embarrassed. She bent down and whispered, “This… This is because Auntie accidentally cut her finger yesterday and dirtied it.”

Auntie Zhao was in charge of the daily cleaning of Zhao Yan’s house and three meals a day.

Yesterday afternoon, Zhao Yan’s family went to attend Gu Chu’s birthday party. Auntie Zhao was cleaning the house. When she was cleaning up Lin Xiaozhou’s room, she accidentally cut her finger with scissors and dirtied the sheet.

Before she could change the bedsheets, Auntie Zhao received a phone call from home. Her son was sick and had a high fever. She had no choice but to stop her work and send a message to Zhao Yan to apply for leave. She rushed home to take care of her son.

By the time the child’s high fever subsided, it was already the next day. Only then did Auntie Zhao rush to the apartment to remove the bedsheets that had been dirtied yesterday and change them.

“Auntie, you have to be careful in the future. Cutting your finger hurts.” Gu Chu looked at Auntie Zhao’s right hand and indeed saw a band-aid wrapped around her thumb.

Auntie Zhao lowered her voice and made a shushing gesture. “Chuchu, don’t tell Mr. Zhao about this. This is my negligence in my work. Mr. Zhao might be angry if he finds out.”

“Okay, I won’t tell Uncle,” Gu Chu promised.

Auntie Zhao was very diligent. She took off the bedsheets and started cleaning.

…

In a beautiful country estate in the United States.

A black bulletproof car slowly stopped outside the fence of the country estate.

The car door opened and a man in a suit got out of the car. His black leather boots stepped on the green grass and yellow flowers that bloomed all over the ground as he walked into the small manor.

Lin Xiaozhou was lying on the sofa playing games. He was absent-minded and had nothing to live for. He had suffered too much and could not accept it for a moment. He did not know how to face Zhao, so he could only run back to the United States to hide.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door. Lin Xiaozhou subconsciously turned his head and saw a slender figure standing at the door against the light.

Lin Xiaozhou threw away the game console in his hand and stood up obediently. “Brother…”

The person who came was Lin Xiaozhou’s older brother, Lin Mo, whose English name was Molia. In America, people usually called this scary man “Mr. Mo”.

Lin Mo took off his suit jacket elegantly and put it on the clothes hanger at the door. He walked toward Lin Xiaozhou. His steps were elegant and charming, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his black leather boots stepped on the ground silently.

His face was sickly pale, but his lips were bright and sickly red. His delicate eyebrows were slightly narrowed, like a vampire walking out of the light.

He was a gentleman and a scary man.

“Mother knows that you’ve come to the countryside. She’s worried about you, so she asked me to come and see what’s going on.” Lin Mo sat down next to Lin Xiaozhou..