After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Li Jiawei paused and said, "It's just that this whole thing is really evil." Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the wall of the cup, her eyes full of confusion, "With Xuanbao's wealth, she doesn't need this little money at all.

Even if there was negligence in the early stages and unqualified building materials were used, and the project was stopped and rebuilt after it was discovered, it would be just a drop in the bucket for her.

But she insisted on taking the risk, knowing that it would destroy her, but she still jumped into the fire pit..." She sighed heavily, her brows twisted into a knot, "I think about it over and over again, but I really can't figure out what she is trying to do."

Liang Yusen leaned back on the leather chair, his posture was leisurely but he couldn't hide the coldness in his words: "Xuanbao has been smart since she was a child. She can coax people around with her little mouth. Who in the Li family doesn't praise her?

Especially your parents, they treat her like the apple of their eye, giving her whatever she wants, even Li Yan and Shi Wen have to give her some respect in front of the elders."

He picked up the teacup and shook it gently, and the amber tea rippled in the cup: "She grew up smoothly, never experienced any hardship, and had a comfortable life and a successful career, which spoiled her to the point of losing her sense of propriety.

He neither knows how to respect the law nor cares about the safety of others. He would do such a thing..." He stopped talking here. He looked at Li Jiawei and said, "I think it's normal."

Li Jiawei lowered her eyelashes in silence. The light from the window slanted into the room, drawing a boundary between light and dark on the floor.

Liang Yusen's words hit her heart like a heavy hammer. Once some mistakes are made, they are like spilled water, and no one can undo them.

Seeing Li Jiawei lost in thought, Liang Yusen put down the teacup in his hand, and his eyes fell on Li Jiawei solemnly: "Jiawei, listen to Uncle Liang, if possible, take the children to Beijing for a while, and bring the children back after this matter is over."

Li Jiawei's fingertips trembled violently, and Li Xuanbao's sinister eyes flashed through her mind.

She bit her lower lip. The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed on the glass, like some unspeakable undercurrent. After a moment, she nodded gently: "Uncle Liang, I understand."

That night, Li Jiawei called the housekeeper of the Beijing courtyard house and asked him to clean up the yard.

Li Jiawei stood in front of the French window and whispered to the servants to sort out Suisui and Niannian's clothes and toys.

A week later, Li Jiawei boarded a flight to Beijing with Suisui and Niannian.

Thanks to the ample time for preparation, not only did the servants arrive in Beijing in advance to settle down, but also the small quilts, toy cars and other items that Suisui and Nian Nian used were also delivered to the courtyard in advance.

The spacious courtyard was made of blue bricks and grey tiles, and had winding corridors. The two little ones were even more excited than when they were in West Market, and they didn't feel like they were in a new environment at all.

The day after Li Jiawei arrived in Beijing, Cheng Ping and Li Jianguo came.

Although it was the first time for Suisui and Niannian to meet their grandparents, Li Jiawei often had video calls with Cheng Ping and Li Jianguo on weekdays, so the two little guys didn't feel unfamiliar with their grandparents.

As soon as Cheng Ping imitated the meow of a kitten, Niannian laughed so hard that she fell on the cushion, and Suisui threw herself into Li Jianguo's arms.

Cheng Ping held Nian Nian in his arms, while Li Jianguo held Sui Sui in his arms. The two elders' eyes were filled with fine wrinkles from smiling, and they wished they could rub the two children into their bones and blood.

The fingertips gently stroked the child's chubby cheeks, kissed the forehead, and then rubbed the soft and tender hands, and no matter how hard she tried, she could never get enough of the kisses.

Li Jiawei leaned against the carved door, looking at the little devil who usually jumped up and down, now nestled in the arms of grandpa and grandma, blinking his big wet eyes, as well-behaved as two docile kittens. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, "Seeing grandma and grandpa, the energy to destroy the house and make trouble on weekdays is gone."

"Hey, don't listen to your mother's nonsense!" Cheng Ping scratched Nian Nian's little nose and hugged the child tighter to his heart. "Our Nian Nian is so well-behaved. She is a smart ghost just by rolling her eyes!"

Before she finished speaking, Niannian seemed to understand the compliment. Her little face flushed with excitement. Her two arms like lotus roots quickly wrapped around her grandmother's neck. She smacked Cheng Ping's face, leaving a saliva mark. She then rubbed it with her cheek, giggling.

The way the two little guys express their love now is to spit on the faces of the people they like.

Sui Sui was not to be outdone. He opened his little mouth covered with biscuit crumbs and pounced on Li Jianguo's stubble.

For a moment, the courtyard was filled with cheerful sounds with the scent of milk, until Suisui and Niannian's eyelids became heavy from playing and their little bodies swayed in their elders' arms, and then the staff carefully carried them into the bedroom.

Li Jianguo was still worried, so he hurried over and stood by the bed, tucking the quilt for the child from time to time, his eyes full of doting.

Cheng Ping was helping Li Jiawei pack her things. Seeing his daughter staring at a box full of clothes, he took the cashmere scarf from her and folded it neatly: "Jiawei, the New Year is almost here. Why did you suddenly bring your two children to Beijing? Are you planning to spend the New Year here this year?"

Li Jiawei's nails suddenly dug into her palms, and the mirror on the wardrobe reflected the white hair on her mother's temples.

Li Xuanbao's name was like a red-hot iron stuck in her throat. She lowered her eyes to avoid Cheng Ping's sight, grabbed a shirt and hung it on the hanger: "Yes, I plan to spend the New Year in Beijing this year."

"Many of Xiao Yi's announcements and activities before and after the New Year are in Beijing. The two children have been attached to him since they were young. I am afraid they will not be able to adapt to being away from their father suddenly." She stuffed the folded tie into the grid. "Living in Beijing, he can come back to spend time with the children after work."

Cheng Ping hung the tidied sweater in the closet, smiling: "The day before yesterday, your dad was watching short videos and saw Xiao Yi. It seemed that he was participating in a movie promotion event. Does Xiao Yi have a new movie this year?"

Li Jiawei hung the ties one by one into the storage compartment, and the corners of her lips raised unconsciously: "Yes, it will premiere at the end of the month."

"That's great!" Cheng Ping laughed, "On the day of the release, your dad and I will go to the cinema to join in the fun."

"I'll take you and my dad to see it when the time comes!" Li Jiawei straightened up and reached out to help her mother straighten her curly hair.

Cheng Ping gently patted her daughter's hand away, her eyes full of pride: "You don't have to take us! Your dad said we can buy tickets and go in to watch it." She deliberately dragged out the last word, imitating Li Jianguo's accent, "This can also be considered a 'contribution to the box office'!"

Li Jiawei was stunned for half a second, then smiled and said, "My dad also knows about 'contributing to the box office'?"

Cheng Ping glanced at Li Jiawei in a mocking manner and gently touched her forehead with his fingertips: "Don't think your father is silent all day long. Ever since you and Xiao Yi got married, his phone has been full of entertainment news push notifications. Now when it comes to celebrity gossip, he knows more than I do!"

Li Jiawei's hand, which was putting the scarf into the storage box, suddenly stopped.

Cheng Ping's words were like a thin needle, silently piercing into the softest corner of Li Jiawei's heart.