Rich Family: The Crazy and Naughty Heroine Dotes on the Real Daughter

December 1st.

Inside a church in the north of Florence, the atmosphere is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

A graceful figure stood in front of the statue of Jesus, with her hands clasped together and bowed devoutly.

The man was wearing a dark blue windbreaker, dignified and elegant, like a dark green chrysanthemum. His eyebrows and eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, were covered with a layer of cold frost, gentle yet indifferent.

The black Buddhist beads wrapped around the wrist cannot compare to the pearly white wrist.

A figure walked in from outside, first turning his head to look at a certain place behind the man, a hint of something flashing in his eyes, and then he spoke respectfully, "Sir, the Thorne family has already closed the door. Except for the fifth young master who cooperated with us, no one in the family is left."

The man slowly opened his eyes and smiled, his voice as clear as water, "Well done."

The woman's face showed a hint of joy, and then as if she had thought of something, her smile faded. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Sir, there's news from Country H that the eldest lady... is getting married."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyelashes of two people in the huge church moved at the same time.

The man stopped playing with the Buddhist beads, and his gentle aura dissipated.

He suppressed the smile on his face and stared at the statue of Jesus in front of him with cold eyes. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

After a long while, the man sighed softly and said gently, "Go and bring the young lady back—"

He chuckled softly, "At any cost!"

The woman's eyes flashed, "Yes, sir!"

At the same time, the girl who had been standing quietly behind the man, like a transparent person, raised her eyes and cast her deep gaze on the man's straight back.

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The weather in Florence in December is cold.

This city, which has had less than ten snowfalls in the past 150 years, had a rare snowfall this year.

In a study filled with various professional books, a young man supported his head with one hand, with heavy snow falling and a cold wind howling through the floor-to-ceiling window behind him. His slender fingers quietly flipped through the book in his hand.

Occasionally, a soft "bi bo" sound could be heard from the fireplace beside me.

With a creaky sound, the tightly closed door was pushed open from the outside, and a slender figure walked in.

The man frowned slightly and looked over.

His cold gaze swept across the visitor, finally landing on a large bunch of bright red roses in her arms. He was stunned for a moment, "Where did you get the flowers at this time of year?"

The girl smiled at him and said, "I ran all over the city this afternoon and finally bought it from a florist."

She walked slowly closer, handed the flowers in her arms to the man, and said softly, "...For you."

Before the man could refuse, she added, "Qingtang said you like it."

The man closed the book in his hand and stared at the bouquet of roses for a moment. After confirming that it was really just an ordinary bunch of flowers, he raised his hand and took it very gentlemanly. "Thank you."

"No need," the girl smiled, "You saved me, I should repay you."

For a moment, Wen Qingyan felt that the girl in front of him smiled like a cunning little fox.

He looked at the girl's face, which was very similar to another person's. Perhaps because she had been running outside all day, her clothes and hair were wet and smelled cold.

"Miss Lu Wensheng," the man called her name, "I received your kindness. Go back and rest."