Chapter 827
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Bai Yu-ran learned her lesson and did not resist so fiercely. No matter how ridiculous Zhang Xiaohui and her daughter's requests were, she would agree to them as long as she could. She would first coax the two of them and let her go.
And Zhang Xiaohui and Gu Ruoqing would not stop Bai Yu-ran from leaving. After all, they still needed Bai Yu-ran to support them!
If they did not let her return to the Bai family, where else could she go?
Bai Yu-ran walked alone in an empty alley. There was still a lot of snow on the ground and the cold wind pierced her bones. At this moment, she was shivering from the cold. That cold seemed to come from her bones and she had nowhere to run.
The two of them said that she was not the daughter of the Bai family, but the daughter of a farmer in the countryside. She had to give them money in the future. Otherwise, they would go to the Bai family and make a fuss and expose her identity.
Bai Yu-ran was shivering all over!
Impossible, this was impossible!
She was born in the Bai family and had been the young lady of the Bai family since young. How could she not be the daughter of the Bai family?
Impossible!
She did not believe it!
She still wanted to marry Mo Beihan. Without the identity of the Bai family's daughter, how could she marry Mo Beihan?
Gu Qingyao still had the Gu family. What about her?
No, she must be the daughter of the Bai family.
Bai Yu-ran's mind was in a mess. She returned to the Bai family in a daze.
The Bai family had all gone out. Only Bai Yu-ran and a few servants were in the house. The servants were shocked when they saw Bai Yu-ran in a sorry state. It was obvious that she had fallen.
"Eldest Young Lady!"
"I'm fine. It's too cold outside. I'll go up and sleep for a while!"
"Oh! Okay! " The servants were stunned and did not react. Why was the Eldest Young Lady in front of them different from before?
It was obvious that she had fallen in the snow. If she was the Eldest Young Lady of the past, she would have made a fuss and asked everyone to serve her.
Bai Yu-ran returned to her room and changed out of her snowy clothes. She sat in front of the dressing table and carefully looked at her face in the mirror.
Looking at her carefully, she really didn't look like anyone from the Bai family.
She wasn't like her mother or her father.
Then, she thought about Zhang Xiaohui. She looked quite similar to Zhang Xiaohui.
Bai Yu-ran felt a chill in her bones. She did not want to accept this fact at all.
She crawled into bed alone and wrapped herself in the quilt. The cold air on her body gradually dissipated and warmed up. Her mind also gradually cleared up.
No matter what, she couldn't let those two people come to the Bai family to cause trouble. She had to calm them down.
Even if there was no evidence, Zhang Xiaohui's words and the pair of shoes were enough to make the Bai family suspicious. Moreover, her face was similar to Zhang Xiaohui's.
She didn't need to prove it directly. Just arousing suspicion was already very disadvantageous to her.
The Mo family would not want a daughter who was not related to the Bai family to be their future mistress. If she wanted to marry Mo Beihan, she had to be the Bai family's daughter.
Bai Yu-ran's gaze suddenly became determined. Zhang Xiaohui had said that she had thrown away the Bai family's child, but someone had left Gu Qingyao with her. That meant that Gu Qingyao was not the Gu family's daughter at all!
Without the status of the Gu family's daughter, she would see how she could marry into the Mo family!
Mo Beihan received a call. "Boss, we were a step behind. The Second Master of the Gu family made a move first. He found someone to lure Bai Yu-ran to Zhang Xiaohui and Bai Yu-ran. Zhang Xiaohui told Bai Yu-ran everything and also had evidence in her hands. Gu Ruoqing asked her for two thousand dollars and let Bai Yu-ran go home first!"
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