After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

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The film set was a rented villa.

The decoration is luxurious.

Fang Zhidie had gone up and down the stairs many times. She felt that her anger was accumulating and was about to explode.

She didn't dare to lose her temper with Ma Long, let alone with the popular movie star who was the leading actress, although she wanted to very much and was confident that if she could lose her temper, it might have a better effect.

But she didn't dare.

This role was agreed upon by my second sister, so no one can take it away from me.

But what she cared about was not her identity as the third daughter of the Fang family, but her need to perform flawlessly in her first work after entering the film and television industry.

With Malone's shout of "Action!"

Fang Zhidie began to climb the stairs, her steps seemed slow but were actually fast. Only after reaching the second floor did she begin to slow down.

Malone watched her posture intently.

"Dai Xinling! Who told you to touch my things?"

This time, she behaved a little better, but Malone did not shout the heart-wrenching "Cut!"

When Fang Jinglei saw this, she suddenly remembered that she once had the same attitude towards Ping An.

Arrogant, indifferent, with a hint of disgust.

After taking a long puff of cigarette and letting it out, she looked through the rising smoke at Fang Zhidie standing at the door of the room, speaking to the leading actress inside:

“It’s something from the countryside!”

Hearing this, Fang Jinglei suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe.

She reached out and pulled the collar of her cashmere sweater, then stood up, turned around and left quietly.

When she went out, she picked up her coat and bag and walked out of the villa's gate.

Those were clearly lines I typed out word by word, and I didn't have much feeling when I wrote them.

But when she saw Fang Zhidie raising her chin proudly and saying this to the people in the room, she really couldn't stand it anymore.

These were the words she had once said to her only biological brother, but she incorporated them into the lines of the character Dai Xinyan.

She also didn't know why she treated Fang Ping'an like that when he had done nothing wrong.

What kind of mentality could she have when she said that her brother was a peasant?

The identity of the second young lady of the Fang family in Yuncheng is actually of little use to her.

Professional attributes have nothing to do with this identity, so where does that arrogance come from?

It hasn't snowed in Beijing yet. Although the weather is cold, it's nothing for her who has always lived in the south.

The air is dry and cool.

Standing on the steps, Fang Jinglei took a few deep puffs, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, then walked towards her car.

In the morning she promised her mother Zhao Wei that she would go home early.

I came here only at the invitation of Director Ma Long.

I bought some fruit on the way back, but when I got home I saw a car parked in the open space at the door.

A man dressed in a standard driver's suit was leaning against the car and smoking.

When he saw her car coming, he immediately put out his cigarette and stood up straight.

Fang Jinglei parked the car puzzled and got out carrying her bag and a bag of fruit.

"Hello, Miss Fang."

The driver took the initiative to speak.

Fang Jinglei stopped and asked, "You... know me?"

The driver replied respectfully, "Yes, I brought Mr. Fang here."

"Mr. Fang?" Fang Jinglei felt a bad feeling in her heart. "My father?"

"Yes, Miss Fang."

Fang Jinglei walked towards the yard.

Apart from persuading my mother to go back with him, I don’t know what other purpose my father has in coming here today.

She didn't even go back to her own room, but went directly to the wing opposite the inner courtyard, her mother's room.

The door of Zhao Wei's room was open.

The double doors were now wide open, staring at her silently as if they wanted to swallow up all her sanity.

Fang Jinglei stood on the steps and listened carefully, but she heard no crying or quarreling, only her mother's soft sobbing.

"Mom, I'm back."

Fang Jinglei shouted and then stepped over the threshold and walked in.

In the room, Zhao Wei sat in a corner of the sofa, sobbing with her head down. There were already a lot of used tissues piled on the coffee table in front of her and on the floor.

Sitting opposite me was my father Fang Junhong.

"Leilei, you're back. Please help me persuade your mother."

Fang Jinglei looked at her father's slightly red eyes, and didn't know what they had said before she came back.

Judging from the fact that he had deceived his entire family for nearly twenty years, Fang Jinglei no longer believed in her father.

She can support herself, so since she learned that her illegitimate son Fang Hongjun was dead, she didn't want to have any contact with her father.

"Why advise my mother? It's inappropriate for me to interfere in the affairs of your elders."

Fang Jinglei put down the fruit and her bag, "Mom, don't cry, I bought you some fruit..."

She used to think her mother was a gentle mother, but ever since Ping An beat up Hong Jun until now, she has known very well that her mother is a weak and indecisive person.

If she couldn't resist her father's persuasion and followed him back to Yuncheng, she wouldn't stop him.

Zhao Wei didn't say anything, but lowered her head and cried, which made Fang Jinglei feel very tired.

Fang Junhong sighed, "The company is facing too many difficulties and pressures now, and I can't bear it anymore.

I'm not going to hide it from you this time.

All the berths and supporting businesses acquired that year must be returned to the government.

This item alone results in an annual loss of more than 2 billion in revenue and a net profit loss of nearly 1.5 billion.

The annual net profit of the entire Yuncheng Fang family is only 5 billion.

If we calculate based on our shareholding ratio, after deducting the losses from the dock, our family only earns less than 200 million yuan per year."

Zhao Wei raised her head, looked at him, and then lowered her head again.

Fang Jinglei never asked about the family's financial situation, but they were never short of money anyway.

Hearing this, she didn't feel anything.

She also has a certain percentage of shares, but has never taken any money.

If you can't get something, there is no hope for it.

Not to mention any feeling of loss.

"Hongjun is dead, and Ping'an can no longer come back.

The Fang family has to maintain such a huge business. If Ping An figures it out one day, all of these will be his.

Zhao Wei, are you willing to watch your son's wealth being slowly devoured by others?"

Fang Junhong said slowly: "I've told you and explained it to you before.

It was my fault in the past. Now A-Lian and Hong-Jun are both dead, and you still refuse to come back with me. What do you want?"

Fang Jinglei sat down next to her mother without saying a word, looking at her lowered head.

To be honest, she didn't believe a word her father said now.

Seeing that they didn’t respond, Fang Junhong gritted his teeth and continued, “Xue Wenyao, the son of Xue Zhuang, died because of Ping An.

You probably don't know yet, but Xue Zhuang once kidnapped Ping An."

He took out his cell phone, opened a video file and placed it on the coffee table.

Zhao Wei was finally moved.