Big Shot Little Jiaojiao Breaks Her Persona Again

Chi Jiao smiled indifferently the whole time. “Okay, Daddy. I’m a little tired. I want to go up and rest first.”

“Alright, alright. Go on.” Chi Mingwei watched her leave.

“Hmph, what do you mean tired? I think she just couldn’t understand paintings, so she had no choice but to leave.” Chi Ze scoffed.

When Zhu Limin saw Chi Mingwei frowning unhappily, she quickly berated Chi Ze before he could. “Little Ze, you can’t talk like that.”

More like, at least he shouldn’t say it in front of Chi Mingwei. Chi Mingwei liked that little b*tch so much. If they said too much and made him angry, they would all be unlucky.

“Daddy, ignore Little Ze. Tell me quickly. Do you like this painting?” Chi Yan hugged Chi Mingwei’s 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 favored? She didn’t know what her father liked in the end, and she didn’t have the money to buy a genuine AN painting either!

This was just the beginning. She would make Chi Jiao gradually 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’s real work. If a guest comes to our house and sees this painting, we will look good to them,” Zhu Limin suggested excitedly.

“Yes, we should frame this painting properly. Otherwise, it would be a pity if it gets dirtied and broken,” Chi Ze said as his gaze lingered on the painting, unwilling to shift away.

When the family said this, they all had smiles on their faces. They looked for frames happily and mounted the ink and wash painting in the most eye-catching position in the living room.

Chi Jiao had no interest in seeing the happy expressions on those people’s faces as they hung up her paintings. Instead, she took an early shower and went to bed.

The next morning, Chi Jiao went to school early.

She didn’t manage to go to school with her brother today, either. Chi Jiao walked dejectedly on the campus, passing by the high school building.

Chi Jiao was lost in her thoughts until she suddenly heard a scream.

Chi Jiao subconsciously stopped and looked up at the roof.

With a whoosh, Chi Jiao could faintly see a figure descending from the sky. Accompanied by an astonishingly loud bang, it smashed onto the marble floor in front of her.

Immediately after, the crisp sound of bones breaking entered Chi Jiao’s ears. She looked on helplessly as blood splattered everywhere. A girl in her school uniform seemed like a butterfly with broken wings as she lay in a pool of blood.

Blood splattered everywhere, and one drop happened to land on Chi Jiao’s face.

On Chi Jiao’s snow-white face, the fresh blood blossomed quietly like a bloodthirsty mandala flower.

The moment she came into contact with the blood, a large number of memories that did not belong to Chi Jiao surfaced in front of her eyes.

It was the memory of this girl who had jumped off the building. In a dim basement, she could smell the scent of blood mixed with sweat. Her body was covered in blood, and in front of her stood a man with his back against the light.

“I beg you. Wuwuwu. Let me go.” The senior’s mournful pleas were heard. With a glimpse of this memory, Chi Jiao vaguely felt that the figure of the man who was abusing this female student looked familiar.

Before Chi Jiao could see it clearly, the memories of this girl’s previous life contained in the drop of blood stopped abruptly.

And around her, it was already a mess.