Heiress

When she was fourteen years old, Fu Mingli was sent to the United States by her father. I didn't learn English well, I didn't finish saying goodbye, and I didn't even put on my shoes properly, so I was pushed into the night in a foreign country. The guardian Xing Manqing is elegant and decent, but she only checks "Other" in the "Relationship" column of the form. When she took her first bite of cod, what she tasted was not sweetness but loneliness. Nineteen years later, she was sitting in the chairman's office left by her father, with a neat suit and sharp eyes. The second uncle pounded the table and asked, but she only stroked the rim of the cup: "Accounts don't lie, people do." Now, Xing Manqing is suing her in two places to fight for her inheritance. The lawyer handed over the defense letter, and she took a sip of the red rice wine, remembering the dark red sauce that seeped into the bread in the French restaurant - like blood, and like the first foreshadowing of fate. She is no longer the little girl who cried and begged her mother to go with her. A life with a dove-gray background was finally given a sharp edge by her own hands. Purpose: Love and Peace