The Rebirth of a Rich Family: The Return of the Daughter

Prologue: The Death of the Daughter

In the pitch-black night, a startling bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, its blinding light slicing the sky like a sharp blade.

Immediately after, a thunderclap boomed beside her ears, causing Fang Qiao to flinch involuntarily.

The aftereffects of the years spent in the mental hospital made her always as timid as a frightened bird. Outside the car window, the torrential rain curtain never ceased.

The cold weather triggered her chronic illness. She coughed a few times, and there was a large mass of bright red blood on her palm.

Blood was also gushing from her nose, and Fang Qiao panicked and reached out to cover it...

Fang Qiao, you'll be fine. You will. Your daughter is waiting for you. You mustn't fall. Fang Qiao, hold on!

She kept encouraging herself over and over. Her body had long collapsed completely. It was only for her daughter that she had held on until now.

"Sir, could you drive a little faster?" Fang Qiao was extremely anxious and urged.

"Miss, have some understanding. It's not easy to drive a taxi in this weather..."

The driver replied impatiently. Not only did the speed not increase, but it slowed down a lot.

Fang Qiao clenched her fists tightly, her long nails digging into her palms, and blackish blood oozed from her palms.

She shouldn't have been so impatient, but the nanny said that Bao'er had a very high fever and it had lasted for almost two days.

The entire Fang family was hosting a full moon celebration for Fang Anping and Wu Jingya's newborn, and there was no one at home to care for Bao'er.

In this weather, the nanny didn't dare to take Bao'er out randomly, so she had no choice but to call Fang Qiao. If the fever didn't subside soon, Bao'er might...

The Fang family. She didn't want to set foot in it at this moment, but she had to show up now!

Bao'er was already all her hope and the only thing keeping her from collapsing!

If it weren't for thinking about Bao'er, she wouldn't have been able to hold on during the four years in the mental hospital.

"Miss, we're here!"

The taxi driver's words woke Fang Qiao up. Without even looking, she took out a few bills and threw them to the driver, then rushed out into the pouring rain, towards the Fang family home where she had lived for many years but was taken away by others.

Inside the brightly lit Fang family villa, Bao'er's father, Fang Anping, was toasting with Wu Jingya and thanking everyone for coming to the full moon celebration of the newborn tonight.

Fiery anger emerged in Fang Qiao's eyes. Her ex-husband and her best friend were happily holding the child, accepting blessings and praises, while her six-year-old daughter was burning with fever and unconscious in the room.

The doorman stopped her, his gaze showing contempt. No matter how Fang Qiao pleaded, she couldn't move him to let her in.

The cold and fierce rain made Fang Qiao's entire world seem to be floating on an unknown sea surface, while the entire Fang family was like on a luxurious cruise ship, brightly lit, resplendent, and extravagantly holding a lively banquet.

Fang Qiao was in the cold and fierce rain, but her heart was like an ant on a hot pan.

Just then, Wu Jingya inside the house looked over here. Seeing Fang Qiao, who was like a drowned rat in the rain, she raised the corner of her mouth and sneered contemptuously.