Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

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"Are you concerned about me?" Cheng Qi laughed.

Gu Chu's ears turned red.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Chu secretly rubbed her burning ears. Recently, she didn't know if water had entered her brain, but every time she called or texted Cheng Qi, she would always feel some strange emotions.

Gu Chu recuperated in the corridor for a while and was ready to go back to the ward to accompany her mother. Gu Chu had just taken two steps when the hospital's cleaner blocked her way. "May I ask if you are miss Gu Chu, the daughter of Madam Gu manxi?"

"What's up?" Gu Chu glanced at the cleaner.

here's the thing. A lady gave me five dollars and asked me to give you this letter. The cleaner handed over a piece of paper.

Gu Chu took the note, which read:

[ new York East Street 14,23 O 'clock. ]

Gu Chu raised her eyebrows slightly. She could smell a hint of provocation.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the paper and the words on it thoughtfully.

The paper was hard and thick. It was the special paper passed down from the Middle Ages for nobles, who usually wrote with a Quill. The words on the paper were written with ink, which was the trace of a Quill-there were still people who used the paper and Quill used by the aristocrats these days. This person could only be a group of aristocrats in the United States who thought they were extraordinary.

The words were delicate and the brushwork was light. It was written by a young girl.

Gu Chu casually threw the paper into the trash can. She already had a plan in mind.

As the sky darkened, Gu Chu returned to her apartment and changed into a set of simple and light clothes. She then headed to the location on the note alone.

It was late at night, and the street was sparsely populated. Occasionally, they would bump into drunk tramps on the side of the road, as well as the howling of stray dogs. Gu Chu walked to the meeting place. It was a classical European bookstore. The door said " closed ".

Gu Chu first sent a text message to Madam Ming, who was in United States, just in case.

Ming Dongmei was the head of the Ming group and the older sister of Gu Chu's grandmother. She had been taking care of Gu manxi and the song group all these years.

After sending the text message to Madam Ming, Gu Chu kicked the door open. There was no one in the bookstore, and the bell hanging on the door rang clearly. There were many small rooms with books in the bookstore. Gu Chu walked to study Room No. 14 and pushed the door open.

The study was clean and the bookshelves were filled with classical works. A well-dressed girl sat in the main seat.

"You're looking for me?" Gu Chu looked at the little girl.

The girl was about 14 or 15 years old. She was wearing an exquisite and complicated noble dress, and her hair was curly like an exquisite and beautiful Barbie doll. However, his eyes were filled with malice.

"You're Gu Chu?" The young girl asked, her voice charming and domineering.

Gu Chu leaned on the table and looked at her with her head tilted.

The young girl was obviously the kind of girl who had been pampered since young. She sized Gu Chu up with an unfriendly tone."You're indeed good-looking, but your heart is dirty."

"How is my heart dirty?" Gu Chu asked.

your mother seduced men everywhere, " the young girl said proudly. the child she gave birth to must be very dirty too.

according to what you've said, your mother has taken over your mother's place, harmed others with ill intentions, and seduced men all over the place. Doesn't that mean that you, the child she gave birth to, are even dirtier? " Gu Chu said.

The young girl was stunned. She did not expect Gu Chu to say that about her.

She had been pampered by the family since she was young, and all the elders doted on her. She could get whatever she wanted, so who dared to say anything bad about her?

And now, this Gu Chu was scolding her the moment she came! She really had no upbringing!

"Do you know who I am?" The young lady said angrily. At the mention of her family, the pride on her brows could not be concealed. you humiliated me today. I will make you pay the price!