This Village Girl has Too Many Hidden Identities!

As night fell, a petite figure slowly walked out of the airport lobby with a beige suitcase.

The cold wind creaked, and the pedestrians on the side of the road unconsciously covered their chests with their hands. Fang Qing only paused for a moment and took out her phone to look at the map. Her expression behind her black windbreaker.

Not long after, a mysterious and low-key extended black phantom stopped by the side of the road. A middle-aged man walked down, looking very refined. Fang Qing looked at Uncle Lee in front of her and sized him up slightly. The other party's attitude was gentle, neither servile nor overbearing, making it impossible to see any unnecessary emotions.

Fang Qing took the initiative to extend her hand, wanting to shake Uncle Lee's hand. However, the other party only smiled and nodded, and did not take any further action.

Facing this so-called future young lady of the Lin family, Uncle Lee seemed to know her ending and did not show any enthusiasm that exceeded his duty.

"Hello, Miss Lin. Please get in the car." The slightly awkward atmosphere was broken by Uncle Lee's voice.

Then, Uncle Lee opened the car door for her and returned to the driver's seat. Fang Qing did not sit in the passenger seat naturally and adjusted the seat position. This series of actions surprised Uncle Lee who was next to her. Did they not say that this so-called young lady came from a poor family in the countryside? At least she should not be so familiar with a car of this level.

But after all, she had lived in a wealthy family for decades. After some thought, Uncle Lee started the car and drove onto the familiar road.

Fang Qing looked at the flashing neon colors outside the window from the other seat, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.

Had she come here in the end?

When Fang Qing heard her grandfather say that she still had a fiancé in the city when she was young, she instantly felt a bolt from the blue. How could such an old scene of a child-to-child marriage be played out on her? For the next three days, Fang Qing cried, threw a tantrum, and hung herself. She had tried all methods, but she had not been able to get a single hint of compromise from her grandfather.

In the end, the two of them came to an agreement. As long as they did not have any feelings for each other for three months, they would not need to continue this marriage.

As the saying goes, "The man proposes, the god disposes."

It was hard to make a person fall in love with her, but was it not easy to hate her?

Thinking of this, Fang Qing actually could not help but laugh out loud. Uncle Lee, who was next to her, saw everything once again. He sighed in his heart, "This lady from the countryside is too strange."

The car drove into the Western Hills under the cover of night and slowly stopped under a magnificent building that was brightly lit.

This was the most expensive villa complex in City A. Other than having a lot of money to pay for the high land prices here, one also needed to have a rich family background to be able to pass the appraisal of the relevant committee.

Living here was no longer just a simple need for survival and enjoyment. It was also a connection between resources and wealth.

After alighting from the car, Fang Qing followed the servant's lead to the main hall. During this time, the maid in front kept looking sideways, wanting to see this lady from the countryside reveal an envious expression. But unfortunately, Fang Qing only followed behind at a moderate pace and did not make any special moves.

After entering the main hall, the first thing Fang Qing saw were the two women seated on the sofa. The two of them were conversing enthusiastically, whispering to each other from time to time, as if they did not sense her arrival.

One of them looked to be in her forties, yet she was dressed in gorgeous clothes. The other young lady was dressed in white, simple and elegant. However, upon closer inspection, one would realize that this was the new year's spring-summer high set that house C had just introduced this year.

The truth was that in the world of the rich, season and temperature were not issues that should be considered in one's clothing. As soon as Fang Qing entered the room, she felt that the temperature in the room was much higher than outside, and her forehead was already covered in sweat.

Facing the scene in front of her, if she still did not understand, then she would be a fool.

It seemed that her arrival had blocked someone's path?

Fang Qing gently took off her windbreaker and placed it on her hand. Her face was also displayed in front of the two people opposite her with the hat taken off.

The two people seemed to have inadvertently glanced at her. When they saw Fang Qing, they were stunned.

The young girl's fair little face was slightly flushed. Her eyes were not the popular European-style large pair on the internet. Instead, they had the round, almond-shaped eyes of the eastern classic. They were clear and bright. It was not the so-called beauty that became more pleasing to the eye. Instead, it was a top-notch beauty that could not be forgotten at a glance.

When the young woman saw the appearance of the woman she thought was from the countryside, she could not help but feel a sense of danger. She looked at her aunt beside her in surprise, she lowered her voice and said, "Aunt Xiao, you never told me that she looked like this."

Xiao Yun was a lot older after all. When she saw that things did not develop as she had imagined and that there were not any abnormalities, she immediately sat up straight and asked with a dark expression, "Are you Fang Qing?"

Faced with the other party's unkind inquiry, Fang Qing did not reveal a trace of anger or embarrassment. She only replied indifferently, "Yes."

She was just a temporary resident and did not really want to marry her son. She would not fall for the act of fawning over her in-laws.

Seeing that Fang Qing was not too enthusiastic, Xiao Yun laughed and said, "She does look pretty good."

What he meant was that other than her face, Fang Qing was just a good-for-nothing who did not know the rules.

Fang Qing did not have the time to play word games with these two people. She walked up and asked, "May I know where my room is?"

Zhao Mei saw that Fang Qing did not put them in her eyes and immediately said sourly, "You really are from the countryside. You don't know the rules at all. My aunt still wants to ask you a question."

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point. Fang Qing laughed coldly, "As someone who just came from the countryside, this is the first time I've heard that dogs can bark better than their owners in the city."