Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

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Gu Manxi looked a little surprised. "Chuchu, why are you asking about this?"

Gu Chuchu stared at Gu Manxi with her big wet eyes, looking aggrieved. "The other students at school all have a father, but Chuchu doesn't have a father... the other students at school all have grandparents, but Chuchu doesn't have any."

Gu Manxi's fingers trembled slightly.

Song Chen, who had just walked out of the kitchen, stopped in his tracks.

Who said Chuchu doesn't have a father?

I'm standing right here!

But Song Chen didn't dare tell Gu Chu the truth. In the child's impression, her father had already passed away. If Song Chen rashly confessed the truth, would Gu Chu be angry with him? She would blame him for not showing up for the past five years and watching Gu Manxi suffer.

"Well..." Gu Manxi secretly clenched her sleeves and forced a smile, holding Gu Chu in her arms. "Chuchu's grandfather and grandmother passed away a long time ago."

Gu Chu asked, "Then do grandfather and grandmother have photos? I want to see them."

Gu Manxi smiled and said, "Of course. Chuchu, your grandmother's name is Ming Qiuyue, and your grandfather's name is Gu Xingshu. They are the kindest people in the world and will live happily in heaven."

Gu Manxi took out her phone. This was a picture of her foster mother that she had taken with her phone.

In the picture, her mother was in a hospital bed. She was extremely sick and looked haggard. However, she still smiled and faced the camera. Her expression was loving and gentle.

Gu Chuchu leaned over and knocked carefully. Her grandmother and Mrs. Ming Dongmei of the Ming corporation looked quite similar.

"Your grandfather... he passed early. At that time, our family was poor and didn't even leave a decent photo." Gu Manxi sighed, "When I was young, I took a family photo with my parents, but the photos were lost. The house was on fire and not a single decent thing was left."

"On Fire?" Gu Chu was curious.

Gu Manxi nodded. "Yes, the old electrical circuit of the house caused the fire."

About six years ago, Gu Manxi's adoptive mother, Ming Qiuyue, passed away due to illness. Gu Manxi buried her and her adoptive father together, leaving the house empty. Later, Gu Manxi left Song Chen with Gu Chu in her belly and wanted to return to the old house.

Who would have thought that the old house had long been reduced to ruins in the fire. Everything, including the family photo, had been burnt to ashes in the fierce fire. Later, heavy rain poured down, washing the ruins clean.

Gu Manxi was completely disheartened. She had no choice but to use her remaining savings to rent a small farmhouse yard in the neighboring town of Ping'an town. She gave birth to Gu Chu and raised her alone.

"Chuchu, I'll bring you back to the town to take a look." Gu Manxi held the child. "Your grandfather was a teacher in the town. He had many students."

Gu Chuchu's eyes lit up. "Okay."

She thought to herself, I'll help you get back all the things you've lost, Mom.

Was the fire an accident?

How could it be an accident? It was clearly caused by some people who were afraid that their masks would be taken off, and they caused the fire after much scheming.

Gu Manxi was probably reminded of the past. She was unhappy for the rest of the night. After coaxing Gu Chuchu to sleep, Gu Manxi could not fall asleep no matter how hard she tried. She simply went to the small garden to read the script. The dog, Goldie, squatted at Gu Manxi's feet loyally, occasionally wagging its tail.

The night breeze was slightly chilly. Gu Manxi recalled many things from the past.

"Can't sleep?" Song Chen had not left yet. He brought over a cup of hot water. "Drink more hot water."

Gu Manxi: "..."

Goldie glanced at Song Chen. It wagged its tail twice and continued to sleep under the table in the garden. Song Chen sat on the stone bench opposite Gu Manxi and said, "I'm sorry."