Chapter 2
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When they reached the entrance of the villa, the chauffeur pressed the doorbell.
After about ten seconds, the electronic door opened from the inside. A middle-aged man in a well-ironed suit who looked like a butler appeared in front of Chi Jiao.
"Butler Zhou, I've brought Second Miss back," the chauffeur said with a smile.
Butler Zhou nodded indifferently. Then, his sharp gaze landed on Chi Jiao.
The young girl was wearing a white sweater, a black-and-white checkered pleated skirt, and light brown deerskin boots. She looked slender and weak, like a cub that could be bullied at will.
She lowered her head as if she was feeling inferior.
Steward Zhou calmly withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly.
As expected of a girl who grew up in the mountains. She didn't even dare to raise her head to look at others. She looked petty.
Chi Jiao didn't know that Butler Zhou had already sized her up from head to toe. She was thinking about her own matters.
In her previous life, the first time she met Quan Jue was the first day she returned to the Chi family.
Quan Jue was the illegitimate son of the Quan family. Due to some special reason, he had moved into the Chi family three years ago. In name, he was her father's adopted son.
The reason why she had planned to come back early was to see Quan Jue earlier.
She wondered if she would be able to see him later.
"Second Miss, don't stand at the door anymore. Come in quickly." Butler Zhou took the luggage from the driver.
It was only when Butler Zhou's voice sounded from above that Chi Jiao pulled herself out of her thoughts.
The structure of the villa was very special. From the entrance to the living room, one had to pass through a long corridor.
More than ten ink paintings hung neatly on the walls of the corridor. From the style, they seemed to be drawn by the same person.
The style was quite distinct, but there were still many shortcomings.
Chi Jiao curled her lips slightly.
Butler Zhou noticed that the young girl's gaze was fixed on the paintings, and a look of disdain flashed across his face.
"Those paintings are Little Young Master's works. He has been very talented in drawing since he was young. He was only eight years old, but he had already won the grand prize in the children's category of the AC Ink Painting Competition." When Butler Zhou said this, the pride in his tone was almost overflowing.
The AC Ink Painting Competition was a creative competition that had only been held in the past five years. It was founded by the world-famous mysterious painter, AN. Those who were able to stand out in this competition would have the opportunity to enter AC's art studio and receive AN's personal guidance.
"Is that so? That's very impressive," Chi Jiao said indifferently. Her expression remained calm and unperturbed.
Seeing the girl's indifferent reaction, Steward Zhou originally wanted to say something.
But on second thought …
She grew up in the deep mountains and forests. How could a country bumpkin understand elegant art?
Then wasn't he casting pearls before swine by talking to her about art?
Thus, Butler Zhou simply shut his mouth.
After passing through the long hallway, he arrived at the living room.
A group of people were sitting in the living room and chatting. The atmosphere was quite harmonious. They didn't even notice that someone had entered the living room.
Chi Jiao quickly scanned the group of people sitting on the sofa. They were her father, stepmother, half-brother, and sister who was not related by blood.
But Quan Jue wasn't there.
Chi Jiao pouted aggrievedly.
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