Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

After Breakfast, Grandpa song took Gu Chu to the garden.

The morning sun was shining brightly, and Grandpa Song’s private garden was full of greenery. There were bunches of grapes on the grape rack in August. Gu Chu ran over and poured a cup of steaming fruit tea for Grandpa Song.

“Grandpa Song, have some tea.”

Grandpa Song’s eyes trembled, his gaze moving back and forth between the tea and Gu Chu’s small face. Grandpa Song’s eyes couldn’t help but turn sour. He hurriedly took the tea. “Sure… sure, thank you, Chuchu.”

“You’re welcome, hehe.” Gu Chu sat on the opposite bench, her two chubby feet swaying. She looked at the grape rack innocently, as if she was thinking that it would be better to get a bunch of purple grapes later.

Master Song drank the cup of tea shakily.

He said, “Chuchu, if your great-grandmother were here… she would definitely like you very much.”

“Where did great-grandmother go?” Gu Chu blinked.

She saw tears in the eyes of this eighty-year-old old man.

The once-powerful business bigshot actually had tears in his eyes at the end of his life.

“She left early.” Grandpa Song’s voice was like the withered roots of an old tree, rustling. “She said she would accompany me to grow old together… but she left me early.”

When Grandpa Song was young, he had a happy marriage. His wife was a lady from a prestigious family. She was smart and virtuous, and her favorite fruit was grapes. Grandpa Song chased after her for a long time before he managed to get her.

Unfortunately, his wife left early, and Grandfather Song was deeply affected. He raised three children by himself.

Something unexpected happened. Grandfather Song’s eldest son, who was also Song Chen’s father, died in an accident in a car accident. When Grandfather Song found out that his eldest son’s death was related to his other two sons, he was so angry that he had a stroke. When he woke up, his could no longer walk.

Old Master Song held his breath and raised his grandson, Song Chen.

Only when Song Chen had a successor could Older Master Song find his wife in heaven with peace of mind.

But now, there was a new worry in his eyes — Chuchu.

Chuchu was so small and delicate. She carried the hope of the future of the entire Song family. What if the people in the family had ulterior motives? What would happen to the poor child?

Grandfather Song let out a long sigh.

“Chuchu, come here.” Grandfather song waved at Gu Chu.

Gu Chu obediently walked over.

Grandfather Song’s palm landed on Gu Chu’s shoulder, suppressing the melancholy and worry in his heart. “Chuchu, remember, when it’s time to be ruthless, you must be ruthless. Don’t let anyone bully you, understand?”

Gu Chu’s eyes were clear.

I understand. I do.

There’s no one in this world who understands that better than me.

“Chuchu, Uncle Song, the Cheng family’s young master, the Lu family’s young master, and your uncle are all young and promising figures. They can protect you for some time, but they can’t protect you for the rest of your life,” Grandfather Song said, “Chuchu, only when you’re strong yourself can you be truly powerful.”

Gu Chu nodded. “Chuchu knows.”

This grandfather was doing this for her own good.

The situation in the capital had changed, and danger lurked everywhere. Gu Chu was now the publicly announced young miss of the Song family, the future successor of the Song family. There were definitely many vicious eyes staring at her.

Tigers were not easy to deal with, and young tiger cubs were extremely fragile.

Grandfather Song patted Gu Chu’s small shoulder and smiled.

After the birthday, Gu Chu returned to the apartment with a large pile of gifts.

Her small room was filled to the brim.

Of course, the valuable real estate certificate books and share transfer letters were handed over to adults for safekeeping.

Gu Manxi was stunned for a long time when she saw the ten red real estate certificates. She was even more shocked when she saw the share transfer letters. Gu Manxi secretly looked for Song Chen. The child was still young, so a small gift was enough. There was no need to give anything expensive.

Song Chen did not feel that there was a problem. Gu Chu was his cute little daughter. She deserved the best of everything. Money and power were the foundation.

Gu Manxi had no choice but to give the real estate certificates and the share transfer letters to Song Chen for him to keep for the time being.

…

Lu Shanhe’s crew was preparing to go to the United States to film on location. Gu Manxi was going to follow the crew to the United States to film for more than a month. She was free for the time being. Gu Manxi was always with her daughter.

That afternoon, Gu Manxi personally cooked tons of delicious food.

Song Chen’s nose was like a dog’s. When he smelled the food, he came over to eat.

At the lunch table, there were Gu Manxi, Gu Chu, Song Chen, and Zhao Yan.

Gu Chu was chewing on the fragrant and sticky sauce ribs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the distracted and preoccupied Zhao Yan. Gu Chu was quite puzzled and asked curiously, “Uncle, where’s Brother Xiaozhou?”

She didn’t know what kind of conflict had happened between Lin Xiaozhou and Zhao Yan, but after Gu Chu returned home, she found that the usually bustling single-family apartment was unbelievably quiet. Her uncle Zhao Yan was obviously absent-minded. He was helping to cook in the kitchen at noon and almost confused salt with sugar.

Today, when Song Chen came to freeload for food, her uncle, who had always disliked him, could not be bothered to pay attention to him!

Gu Chu could smell the oddness of gossip.

“Xiaozhou has gone home,” Zhao Yan said, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. Zhao Yan stood up. “I’m full. I have to go to the company to settle some matters first.”

Lin Xiaozhou left in a hurry, leaving behind only two things:

A message announcing his departure.

And a bedsheet stained with blood.

Gu Manxi saw Zhao Yan’s almost untouched bowl and chopsticks and was quite worried.

Gu Manxi went to the kitchen and packed a hot meal. She handed it to Zhao Yan and told him to finish it when he arrived at the company. Zhao Yan gave a perfunctory thanks and took the car keys out of the door.

“Mommy, will Brother Xiaozhou come back?” Gu Chu asked indistinctly as she bit on the ribs.

Gu Manxi shook her head. “I don’t know. Chuchu, don’t talk when you eat. It’s easy to choke that way.”

Gu Chu finished the food in two bites and wiped the corners of her mouth. Gu Chu had checked Lin Xiaozhou’s information. Lin Xiaozhou was born in the United States and his family was relatively well-off. In the early years, he had returned to China without his parents and brother’s knowledge. He pursued his dream of becoming a professional streamer.

Lin Xiaozhou’s career was now flourishing, and his popularity was sweeping across the country and abroad. Logically speaking, he should be at the peak of his career. Why would he suddenly abandon his career and sneak back to the United States?

He left in a hurry and only brought his identity card and a little bit of money.

It was as if he was running away…

“Mommy, Uncle Song, I’m full. I’ll go upstairs and do my homework first.” Gu Chu put down her bowl and chopsticks and ran upstairs with a huff. She left her parents some privacy.

Seeing his daughter leave, Song Chen said to Gu Manxi in a low voice, “Manxi, I have to work in the afternoon. I’ll also pack a meal for dinner.”

In the following days, Song Chen and Cheng Qi worked together to develop an amusement park project in the suburbs. This was a big project. The presidents of the two big companies personally supervised it. They had endless meetings and trips every day.

And of course, being able to come home to freshly home-cooked meals every day after hard work would be the best feeling in the world.