Chapter 65
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Chi Jiao had a calm smile on her face the entire time. "Yes, Daddy. I'm a little tired. I want to go up and rest first."
"Alright, alright. Go ahead." Chi Mingwei watched as Chi Jiao went upstairs.
"Hmph, what do you mean tired? I think she has no choice but to leave because she can't understand paintings, right?" Chi Ze snorted.
When Zhu Limin saw Chi Mingwei frowning unhappily, she quickly scolded Chi Ze before he could. "Little Ze, you can't say that."
If he wanted to say it, at least he couldn't say it in front of Chi Mingwei. Chi Mingwei liked that little b * tch so much. If he said too much and angered him, they would all be unlucky.
"Daddy, don't bother about Little Ze. Tell me quickly, do you like this painting?" Chi Yan hugged his arm and waited for his answer expectantly.
"Of course I like it. Yanyan, you're so considerate," Chi Mingwei said as he patted her head.
Chi Yan smiled and leaned her head obediently on Chi Mingwei's shoulder.
So what if Chi Jiao was doted on? She didn't understand her father's preferences, nor did she have the money to buy an authentic AN painting!
This was just the beginning. She would slowly make Chi Jiao understand the difference between them!
"Of course, Yanyan is considerate. Hubby, I think we should quickly frame this painting and hang it in the living room. This is an authentic work of AN. If a guest comes to our house and sees this painting, we will also have face. "Zhu Limin suggested with a smile of exultation.
"Yes, we should frame this painting properly. Otherwise, it would be a pity if it gets dirty or damaged," Chi Ze said as his gaze remained on the painting, unwilling to look away.
At this point, the family was all smiles. They happily found a frame to frame this ink painting and hung it in the most conspicuous spot in the living room.
Chi Jiao wasn't interested in seeing their happy expressions when they hung up her painting. She took an early shower and went to bed.
The next morning, Chi Jiao went to school early.
She couldn't go to school with her brother today either. Chi Jiao walked gloomily on campus and passed by the senior year's teaching building.
Chi Jiao had been in a daze the entire time until she suddenly heard someone scream.
"Is that a person standing on the roof? Wait … Why did he jump down? "The terrified voices of the others were heard, followed by a series of screams.
Chi Jiao subconsciously stopped in her tracks and looked up at the roof.
With a whoosh, Chi Jiao vaguely saw a figure descend from the sky. With a loud bang, it crashed onto the marble floor in front of her.
Immediately after, the crisp sound of bones breaking entered Chi Jiao's ears. She watched helplessly as blood splattered everywhere. A girl in a school uniform fell into a pool of blood like a butterfly with broken wings.
Blood splattered everywhere, and one of them landed on Chi Jiao's face.
On Chi Jiao's snow-white face, fresh blood bloomed quietly like a bloodthirsty mandala flower.
The moment she came into contact with the blood, a large amount of memories that didn't belong to Chi Jiao surfaced before her eyes.
That was the memory of the girl who jumped to her death. In the dark basement, the smell of blood and sweat mixed together. Her body was covered in blood, and in front of her stood a man with his back facing the light.
"I'm begging you. Boohoo, let me go." The senior's shrill pleas for mercy rang in her ears. Chi Jiao pried into this memory and vaguely felt that the figure of the man who was abusing the female student looked familiar.
Before Chi Jiao could see it clearly, the memories of her previous life contained in the blood stopped abruptly.
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