But when she recognized the familiar figure leading the group, she sighed in relief.
It was a middle-aged woman, remarkably benevolent in appearance.
Upon seeing Xu Qiaoqiao, a trace of indecision flashed in her eyes. "Qiaoqiao, you..." she hesitated.
Xu Qiaoqiao asked, "Director, why are you here?"
The woman took a deep sigh, stepped forward and took Xu Qiaoqiao's hand. "I am here because your family contacted the orphanage, and I have brought them to see you."
That statement, much like a thunderbolt, exploded in Xu Qiaoqiao's ears.
She grew up in the orphanage, but she always knew she wasn't an orphan.
Because, she had a mother.
Since childhood, her mother would visit her at the orphanage every once in a while.
She would always remember the last time she saw her mother. The beautiful woman confidently said, "Qiaoqiao, Mommy's illness will soon be cured, and once I'm better, I'll come take you home..."
And so she waited, for eight years.
She did not know who her mother was, where she was, but she was stubborn in her belief that her mother would come for her.
And now, that day had finally arrived.
She turned anxiously, her gaze towards the director's rear.
A middle-aged man in his fifties, dressed in a black suit, hair neatly combed, approached her and revealed a kind smile, "Miss, I am here to take you home."
Her heart contracted sharply, and Xu Qiaoqiao squinted her eyes.
After a moment, her lips curled into a smile. "Okay!" she replied.
Of course she would go home to meet her family. And while she was at it, she intended to question them: what difficulty had they faced to leave her in an orphanage for 22 years, silent and unconcerned!
——
The car steadily moved along the highway.
Xu Qiaoqiao sat in the back seat, her big eyes occasionally drifting towards the man beside her.
The man spoke, "Miss, I am the family's butler. You may call me Uncle Rong."
Xu Qiaoqiao nodded and asked, "Uncle Rong, where is my mother?"
Uncle Rong looked down, "She's unwell, waiting for you at home."
Is that so...?
Xu Qiaoqiao's eyes shon, and she ventured once more, "Then, my father..."
"Miss!"
Before she could finish, Uncle Rong sternly interrupted, his cold warning, "Please allow me to remind you, that question is a taboo in this family. You must never bring it up."
Xu Qiaoqiao's curiosity was piqued even more.
What's happening?
It's not like she sprung from the cracks in a rock and has no father, right?
Perhaps sensing her restlessness, the butler looked down and reminded, "Miss, our Xu Family has many rules."
Xu Family?
In S City, the people who could afford this luxury limited edition car were few, and among them, only one bore the surname 'Xu'.
Could it be… the family she's thinking of?
As if to verify her guess, the car entered a vast estate and stopped in front of a villa.
The butler got out of the car, and opened the door for her: "Miss, we have arrived."
Xu Qiaoqiao got out of the car, staring at the luxurious scene before her, completely stunned.
The Xu Family, a powerhouse that could shake the entire S City with a mere stamp of its foot, this super-rich family that she had only seen on TV, was actually hers?
At this moment, suddenly someone shouted, "The master has returned!"
Accompanying these words, the servants who were cleaning the estate stood up one by one, posing respectfully.
Xu Qiaoqiao instinctively followed their gaze, only to see a black car slowly driving in.
But… this car looks familiar?
The car came to a halt, and following suit, a figure pacing forth from the car appeared even more familiar…