The fake daughter has too much property to inherit!

Chapter 185 Returning to China

Nan Xiuyuan took the phone from the bedside table and jumped up from the bed in shock after seeing the message.

Su Ninghui was awakened by his noise and complained impatiently with a frown, "What are you doing so late at night? You scared me."

Nan Xiuyuan: "It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom." After saying that, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Su Ninghui turned around and continued to sleep without caring.

Nan Xiuyuan sat in the bathroom, staring gloomily at the text messages on his phone.

Thanks, Yang,

His daughter's boyfriend, the sole heir to the Xie Group...

He really didn't expect that his daughter was so lucky and lived a better life than him.

This is even better, as her value will be even greater.

The mirror reflected a calculating face, and the smile on his face grew deeper and deeper.

But the next second, Nan Yanhua remembered his meeting with Nan You during the day and what she said, and the smug smile on his face turned cold.

Haha, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have the good life you have now, so how important is it whether you love me or not? As long as you are of use, it’s fine.

I don't care about worthless love...

Nan Yanhua's mind was full of how to extract benefits from Nan You, and he completely ignored Xie Yang's warning.

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At 11 o'clock in the evening at Hai City Airport, white snow was flying all over the sky and the cold wind was blowing through the streets and alleys.

Five figures appeared in the VIP channel of the airport. Jiang Nianchu and his wife supported Old Mrs. Fang, and Shang Huochuan half-hugged the tightly wrapped Fang Muxi and looked at this strange yet familiar city.

There were several black cars parked outside, and Fang Zhian said softly:

"Grandma, aunt, let's go and rest for a while. There's no need to worry too much about Youyou."

Mrs. Fang was a little tired from the flight. "Yeah, let's settle down first. We'll talk about the rest later."

Under the escort of bodyguards, Mrs. Fang and her family got in a car and headed to the villa that Fang Zhian had just purchased.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the villa. The dining table was already filled with steaming hot meals. Fang Zhian said, "Grandma, Mom, Dad, Aunt, and Uncle, let's eat first, and then rest to adjust to the time difference."

Fang Muxi sighed, "Zhi'an, I really trouble you to run around."

Fang Zhian shook her head. "Aunt, we are a family. There is no need to be so polite."

"By the way, Chengcheng doesn't know about Youyou's background yet, nor does she know that we've returned to China, so I haven't contacted her."

Mrs. Fang was very tired and said calmly: "In this case, don't tell her yet. Wait until the right time to tell her."

"it is good."

After the Fang family finished their meal, they all went back to their rooms to rest and adjust to the jet lag.

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"Aunt, these are photos of Youyou. They are basically impossible to find when she was a child. The Nan family protects her privacy very well." Fang Zhian handed the photos of Nanyou to Fang Muxi who was sitting in the living room.

Fang Muxi took it immediately and looked through the photos carefully.

The girl in each photo has a bright smile on her face, and is dressed exquisitely from head to toe. She is confident and happy from the inside out, and it can be seen that she lives a happy and joyful life.

Fang Muxi flipped through the photos one after another, her eyes gradually reddening and moistening, her voice trembling with tears, "The Nan family raised her very well, and she lived a happy life."

Jiang Nianchu and his wife also saw the face in the photo that was 60% similar to Fang Muxi, and couldn't help but say: "She really looks like Xixi, a pretty and well-behaved girl."

Although Mrs. Fang looked uninterested on the surface, her frequent glances revealed her emotions.

Jiang Nianchu glanced at his mother's expression of wanting to see but pretending not to be interested, and silently handed her the photo on the table.

Old Mrs. Fang looked at the photo that appeared in front of her and complained: "It's nosy." But her hand honestly took the photo.

Fang Muxi covered her face and sobbed, "They raised her very well. If she were with me, I would definitely not be able to raise her well. She would only be tortured by my bad mood."

Shang Huochuan patted Fang Muxi's back to soothe her emotions, with pity in his eyes.

When he first met Fang Muxi, she was only a few years older than the girl in the photo, but equally young and beautiful, but her whole body exuded melancholy and pain.

Although she was a little confused and forgot some things after waking up, she was still depressed.

It was not until later that Old Mrs. Fang came to her house and her mental state improved a little. Later, after Old Mrs. Fang saw through his thoughts, the two got married.

After more than ten years of slow recuperation, although my body and mind are often sick, I am much happier.

Fang Zhian held another stack of photos, not knowing whether he should take them out. Finally, he sighed silently, "Aunt, here are some photos of Nan Sheng..."

Fang Muxi raised her red and swollen eyes and looked at Fang Zhian, then reached out to take the stack of photos.

Seeing the photos of Nan Sheng at different stages of her life, she suddenly felt even more pain, and her emotions, which had finally calmed down, became out of control again.

"It's all my fault. The Nan family raised my daughter well, but I abandoned them, leaving her alone and helpless, relying on others." The voice was full of self-blame.

Shang Huochuan held her hand and comforted her softly: "Xiaoci, none of this is your fault. Don't blame yourself."

It’s all the fault of that guy named Nan Xiuyuan. If he hadn’t deceived Xiaoci, Xiaoci wouldn’t have been hurt.

"Yes, aunt, it's not your fault." Fang Zhian regretted taking out Nan Sheng's photo.

But Fang Muxi had been extremely nervous recently, and even though she finally had an outlet to vent her emotions, she couldn't stop crying.

"Don't cry, Xiaoci." Old Madam Fang said slowly, "Nan Xiuyuan almost killed you. You can't remember anything about him. It's not your fault."

"You can feel guilty about Nan Sheng, but don't feel too guilty."

Fang Muxi raised her tearful eyes and stared at her mother in confusion.

"Mom..." Jiang Nianchu and his wife hesitated to speak.

Old Mrs. Fang looked straight at her daughter, and every word she said struck her heart.

"At first, I wanted to erase everything that had hurt you. After you came back to me, I knew you had a daughter, but I didn't want her to appear in your life.

"Mom!" Fang Muxi stared at Old Madam Fang in disbelief, her voice trembling, "Mom, I understand you, but, but Shengsheng was only a four-year-old child at the time..."

"I don't want them to disturb your new life, so I have to be cruel. You can blame me and hate me." Old Mrs. Fang is not a kind woman.

"Mom..." Fang Muxi leaned weakly on Shang Huochuan.

She wanted to blame her mother for being too cold-blooded and leaving a child of only a few years old unattended.

...But was she qualified? She had cruelly broken up with her family for so-called love, breaking their hearts.

However, her decision slapped her in the face...

If she had listened to her mother, none of this would have happened.

Nanyou and Nansheng would not be mistakenly taken away, and Shengsheng would not be left alone to live under someone else's roof...

She seems to have let down a lot of people.

Mrs. Fang observed her daughter's silence and said wearily, "I decided to give up your daughter, but I left her 10 million, enough for her to grow up without worries about food and clothing. Hate me if you want to, but I'm tired and will go back to my room first."

When Old Mrs. Fang turned around and prepared to go back to her room, Fang Muxi spoke softly.

"Mom, I'm sorry, this is all my fault and has nothing to do with you. I shouldn't have disobeyed you back then.

I don't hate you, it's me who is sorry to Youyou Shengsheng, and I will make up for all my mistakes."

Hearing this, Old Mrs. Fang concealed the sadness in her eyes and went upstairs to her room without responding.