Chapter 2: What Kind of Family Is This
Until she saw a black Range Rover parked in front of a household, she knew it was the right place.
This household was clearly better than the others—the small three-story building was covered in delicately patterned ceramic tiles, and even the entrance boasted a large red iron gate. Inside the gate, the floor was entirely paved with tiles, without a speck of dust.
She bowed her head, patted the dirt off her clothes and the mud from her shoes. Overtaken by the hardships of the journey, she felt both hungry and thirsty, her throat nearly smoking, but her feet seemed stuck, hesitant to take a step forward.
Sometimes, she really felt so out of place here.
Too dirty, too unworthy to enter such a fine house.
The sun continued to beat down on her, her face abnormally red, whether from the heat or the urgency.
She took a step forward finally, entering the place, while feeling utterly ashamed and disgraced.
Inside, there was occasionally laughter—adults, children, elderly kindness, filial piety, adorable children.
Such familial bliss, seen through Qin Xiangnuan’s eyes, was immensely ironic.
And they saw her as well. However, after a glance, they just continued laughing and talking amongst themselves.
"Dad..." she said with difficulty.