The Fragile Beauty Can See the Ghost

After the rain, the sky displayed a rare rainbow, and a swath of golden clouds was particularly eye-catching. On the highway, the black sedan zoomed forward.

Beijing hosted many wealthy families, which were ranked in various levels of influence. The higher the threshold of the family, the more mysterious they were, and the harder it was for outsiders to gain access.

The black sedan stopped in front of a European-style detached villa. The driver got out first, and then respectfully opened the rear door.

"Miss Su, please get out of the car."

Suddenly, a delicate and slender hand appeared on the car door, pale as if one could see the veins on her wrist with just a bit of pressure.

The person inside the car stepped out.

She didn't have an impressive appearance, dressed in a plain checkered dress, long hair reaching her waist, tied into two braids, and a bare face. Her eyes betrayed a sense of confusion and dullness.

But her skin was very fair, and her features, taken together, could be considered delicate.

If it were not for her rather rustic attire and her shy demeanor.

She would be a pretty girl who easily made a lasting impression.

"Miss Su, please follow me." Another person from within the car got out; he was responsible for showing the new girl around.

He was the butler of the Zhao Family, Mr. Li, a standout in his profession.

Su Nanzhi was naturally not a relative of the Zhao Family; it was just that her parents had left her a little trouble when they were alive. Now by chance, she had become a little trouble in their eyes as well.

The quiet girl simply nodded slightly, then followed the butler inside.

Despite being in this grand household, she didn't show much curiosity, keeping her gaze lowered as she closely followed Butler Li.

"Master, Miss Su has arrived."

Su Nanzhi looked up at the elderly man in the living room, whose hair was mostly white, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gave him an indescribable kindness.

But that was only a brief glance; she didn't wish to waste her gaze.

"Zhizhi?"

Su Nanzhi didn't feel uncomfortable with this address.

She looked up again, her demeanor obedient, "Grandfather Zhao."

Her soft and gentle call of "Grandfather Zhao" reminded the old Zhao patriarch of the upcoming matters, which inevitably gave him a headache.

He had always wanted to raise a daughter, but unfortunately, he only had a son, and his son had only fathered boys, who were now in their rebellious phases, stubborn as mules, nothing like the obedient and well-behaved girls.

That boy was truly as stubborn as a mule, and it was feared that if provoked, the girl would suffer a lot. It might be better to nip things in the bud from the start.

It was just a pity for the second Su daughter; she looked so delicate and endearing.

"Zhizhi, come sit over here," beckoned the old Zhao patriarch.

Su Nanzhi hesitated for a moment, then followed him.

Listening to the old man ramble on was a test of patience, but Su Nanzhi was not lacking in that regard.

The old man was a bit enthusiastic, and under such warmth, Su Nanzhi answered when asked, without saying much else.

Before long, an elegantly dressed lady walked in slowly with a young man in school uniform.

The young man had a quite impressive face; he could probably be considered a leading figure of schoolboy charm, if not for his less than pleasant expression.

However, Su Nanzhi wasn't interested in him; instead, it was the richly dressed lady that caught her attention for a longer moment.

"Dad."

"Grandfather."

Both voices sounded at the same time.

Mrs. Zhao examined the girl with her eyes, scrutinizing Su Nanzhi inside and out.

Su Nanzhi didn't feel uncomfortable.