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Ruan zhaotian panicked when he saw ruan Mengmeng buried in li junyu’s arms, her shoulders twitching.

daddy believes in you. Yes, daddy believes in you. Yingluo, don’t cry. Daddy is in the wrong, alright? ”

Ruan zhaotian wanted to remedy the situation.

In reality, in his heart, whether ruan Mengmeng had pushed Qin Fang down on purpose or not, she was still his daughter.

He would only teach her, but he would not really be angry and ignore her.

Ruan zhaotian didn’t understand. He felt that he didn’t pursue the matter at all.

He did not care if ruan Mengmeng did it on purpose, so why was she still holding onto this matter?

Of course, ruan zhaotian could not understand what ruan Mengmeng was thinking.

For a girl who had ‘lost’ her mother at a young age, who had been secretly teased by her stepmother and mistreated by her grandmother ...

What she needed the most was the trust of her family.

Ruan Mengmeng did not need to be rich in material resources. What she wanted was ruan zhaotian’s wholehearted and unconditional trust!

Unfortunately, her father would never understand this.

Ruan Mengmeng didn’t want to listen to her father’s explanation anymore. The image of her father, Qin Fang, ruan Jiaojiao, ruan Mingyu, and mother Qin standing on stage together happily flashed through her mind.

The image of old Madam Qin picking up a vase and wanting to smash it on her head flashed past her mind.

A month ago, at the top of the stairs, Qin Fang wanted to push her down, but she fell down the stairs herself. She tried to pull it, but she was framed.

There was also a picture of Wanwan many, many years ago when she was less than nine years old.

In that small yellow House.

She sat in front of the desk and did practice questions one after another.

At that time, she was still the most outstanding student in wisdom elementary.

He was her father’s pride and the top student in the eyes of the teachers.

His mother had just left not long ago, his sister was studying abroad, and ruan zhaotian was busy with business. Only Qin Fang was at home to discipline her.

She still remembered that every time she answered a question correctly, Qin Fang, who was standing by the desk, would use a tiny needle of almost invisible thickness to prick an inconspicuous place on her body.

One needle for each question.

She screamed in pain at first.

But the louder she screamed, the crazier Qin Fang stabbed.

Grandma and aunt, who were outside the door, heard it and asked about the situation inside. Qin Fang said that she was not studying hard and was slapping her palm, so grandma and aunt did not care.

Just like that, half a month later, she could no longer solve a question correctly.

Her strong and twisted resistance also made her suffer from divination at such a young age.

It was not as if ruan Mengmeng had never tried to resist when she was young.

However, at that time, she was still young and did not understand the dangers of the adult world.

Her food and drink had been drugged, so her body was always in a weak state.

She wanted to tell her father, but her father, who had just gotten married to Qin Fang, was busy with work and being lovey-dovey with her.

Grandfather was hospitalized and she couldn’t see him.

Her aunt and grandmother chuckled. They would not believe her at all.

Furthermore, Qin Fang kept repeating the same thing in her ears.

If she didn’t listen obediently and dared to tell anyone else, Qin Fang would send someone to Country M to kill her sister so that her sister would never be able to return home.

The little ruan Mengmeng had grown up in such a terrifying environment.

Fortunately, as she grew up, she gradually learned how to protect herself and knew how to use her disguise to deceive Qin Fang.

Later, when her sister finished her studies and returned to the country, she took over the ruan family.

After confirming that her sister was no longer in danger, ruan Mengmeng told her secret to ruan Shishi.

It was strange. Why did it feel like she had that dream again?

That distant little dark room that seemed to be in the depths of his memory.

There was a desk, a chair, a small figure, and a needle that would never be able to Pierce into his skin.

Seeing that small figure, even if it was a dream, tears rolled down unconsciously.

ruan Mengmeng, Mengmeng, Mengmeng, ” the man’s cold and magnetic voice rang in her ears.

In her sleep, ruan Mengmeng opened her misty almond-shaped eyes and saw li junyu’s deep and handsome features.

This is a car?

She was so tired that she fell asleep in li junyu’s arms.