"Yaoyao, are you back from the race?"

Yao Huo was riding a dazzling black bicycle. When she just passed the street corner store, the old lady standing at the door called her.

Yao Huo lightly pressed the brake with her hand, tapped the ground with her toes, and skillfully took off her helmet. Her long ponytail instantly cascaded down. Her facial features were already very delicate and beautiful. At this moment, the whole person looked indescribably heroic and cool.

The old lady looked at Yao Huo, and couldn't help sighing in her heart. This good-looking child is different. She can ride a bicycle with a temperament different from ordinary people.

"By the way, it seems that there are guests in your house, and they drove a very impressive car. My son said that the car is worth millions. We can't find a car that can compare with it in the whole county..." The old lady said, while gesturing exaggeratedly with her hands.

Yao Huo listened thoughtfully, and there was no other expression on her delicate face.

Seeing Yao Huo didn't say anything, the old lady looked around cautiously and then approached Yao Huo, deliberately lowering her voice and asked: "Little Yaoyao, tell grandma the truth, how did your family know such a rich man? Or... did you offend someone?"

She remembered that he also drove a car to their house last year, and it seemed that they had a big quarrel in the end?

Yao Huo’s eyelids twitched, and she looked at the old lady who obviously had the wrong idea with a bit of laughter and tears. To avoid misunderstanding, she replied in a very light voice, "Maybe a distant relative."

As soon as these words fell, the old lady's face immediately showed doubts, but before she could ask more questions, Yao Huo had put on her helmet again and waved at her, "Grandma Huang, I'm going back first."

The old lady looked at Yao Huo’s back as she rode away on her bike, and after a long while she murmured, "Isn't your family a well-known poor family?"

Where did this distant relative come from?

Or is he a super rich one?

***

Yao Huo was riding her bike, and she saw the "impressive" black car parked in the alley outside the courtyard gate from a distance. The eagle logo soared in the sky, the body of the car was majestic and solemn, and the linear lines were agile and smooth.

A Bentley must be worth millions.

Yao Huo curled her lips, retracted her ambiguous eyes, jumped out of the car slowly, and then skillfully pressed several buckles on the bicycle.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the huge car folded up automatically, and the entire folded size looked almost smaller than an 11-inch laptop.

The courtyard gate was not closed, Yao Huo easily picked up the folded bicycle, raised her foot and stepped in. Before she reached the main house, she heard sharp voices coming out one after another.

"Mom, why are you so stubborn? What's so special about this shabby place that you have to stick to it?"

"I've already told you that I've bought you a big house in the city and hired a nanny to take care of you. The conditions there are definitely much better than what you have now."

"Look at this dark floor, these faded walls, and upstairs. It still leaks when it rains, right?"

"Your health is not very good to begin with, and you've been living in this damp and moldy old house. People who don't know would think that our family is very poor and that we, as children, are deliberately abusing the elderly..."

Yao Huo, who was still in the yard, suddenly fell into deep thought after hearing these words, but she soon raised her head again.

To be honest, after she was in this body, she really didn't take a good look at the place where she lived.

The house is one of those old\-style rural two\-story buildings with a yard. It is made of red bricks and black tiles. The walls are not painted or tiled. Some areas have formed black mold marks due to years of use.

In short, this is a standard building style from the 1980s, and it does look old and shabby.

Yao Huo touched the tip of her nose, thinking that she had lived in such a difficult environment for more than a year, and she was quite easy\-going.

At this moment, the sharp sound in the house stopped.

He Xiaoman, wearing a black lace dress, walked out of the house. She had a purple scarf tied around her neck, delicate makeup, and her hair was tied up with a diamond hairpin. She was full of the temperament of a noble lady. When she suddenly saw Yao Huo standing in the yard, she was stunned.

Soon, He Xiaoman came back to her senses, concealed some of the complicated expressions in her eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you here?"

Yao Huo looked at He Xiaoman calmly, with a faint gaze and thoughts drifting away.

A year ago, she was transmigrated into this body for unknown reasons. At that time, this body was not called Yao Huo, but Yao Lu, the daughter of a nouveau riche family in S City.

Until a few months ago, she was suddenly told that this body was not the child of the Lu family, but was taken away by the nurse in the hospital when she was born. In fact, her biological parents were just an ordinary working couple. Not only did they have no money and power, but they also had four sons who were said to be unmotivated to support. It can be said that the family burden was very heavy.

The adoptive mother, He Xiaoman, learned that her biological daughter lived in such a poor family, while she was raising the poor child as her own daughter. Perhaps it was this strong contrast that aroused the remaining maternal love in her heart. In addition, the daughter raised in a poor family looked gentle and generous, with a sweet mouth and a kind heart, so she quickly took her biological daughter back home, changed her name, and put her in the family tree, as if she was afraid that her biological daughter would be wronged.

On the other hand, Lu Yao, the fake daughter, was born into a wealthy family, but in reality, she was not liked by the Lu family. She was thrown into a small county town and raised by He Xiaoman's mother, who might not come to see her once in a year or two.

When the real daughter was brought back, the fake daughter would naturally have to stand aside. So before the Huo family's biological parents came to pick her up, He Xiaoman told her that she was not worthy of the surname Lu, let alone living here. The condescending look she had at that time was exactly the same as her cold attitude at this moment.

Yao Huo regained her mind and casually withdrew her gaze from He Xiaoman.

Seeing this, He Xiaoman frowned and suddenly became angry: "What is your attitude?"

Yao Huo listened to this angry question, raised his eyebrows, and smiled playfully, "So what is your identity now?"

After the words fell, He Xiaoman's well\-maintained face instantly turned black. As expected, no matter how long other people's children are raised, they are still wild, without any education or manners.

At this moment, He Xiaoman couldn't help but think of her own biological daughter, Lu Xia. Although she grew up in an ordinary family, she was gentle and generous, with a graceful temperament. She was not only good at studying, but also multi\-talented and versatile. Now she was scouted by a scout to be a star. She was born to bring honor to the Lu family.

On the other hand, this adopted daughter, except for this face, is really inferior to her Xia Xia in every way.

He Xiaoman took a deep breath, thinking of the purpose of coming back this time, her eyes condensed slightly, and after thinking for a few seconds, she suppressed the anger in her heart.

"Since you are here, there is one thing I hope you understand today, and I hope you can complete it." He Xiaoman has resumed her noble posture and is speaking again.

Although she said the word "hope", the meaning expressed was another.

Yao Huo’s lips twitched slightly, and before she could speak, He Xiaoman's mother Yang Qiuhua, the grandmother who raised the original owner since childhood, came out of the room.

She patted He Xiaoman's arm, signaling her not to go too far, and then her eyes fell on Yao Huo, her expression subconsciously softened, "Yaoyao is back, how was the competition?"

Yao Huo hummed lightly, and replied lazily: "It's okay."

"Won the prize?" Yang Qiuhua's voice was more excited.

"Well, first place." Yao Huo replied lightly, without any pride between her eyebrows, as if getting the first place was easy for her.

When Yang Qiuhua heard this, she wiped her tears happily and said, "Good kid."

He Xiaoman next to her frowned and asked the old lady in confusion, "What competition did you win first place in?"

Yang Qiuhua looked at her, raised the corners of her lips, and said with some pride, "You don't know that our Yaoyao not only has very good academic performance, but also..."

He Xiaoman saw that the old lady did not directly answer her question, but instead praised Yao Huo for her good academic performance. She immediately lost interest in hearing the answer.

She raised her hand impatiently and interrupted, "Okay, I understand. You don't have to deliberately set up a persona for her in front of me. With her grades, she didn't even qualify for the county key high school. If it weren't for our Lu family paying for it, she might only be able to study in a vocational high school." After a pause, He Xiaoman looked at Yao Huo with a sneer, "This fish eye is a fish eye, and it can never be a pearl."

When Yang Qiuhua heard this, she subconsciously looked at Yao Huo. Fearing that she would feel uncomfortable, she hurriedly explained, "You haven't taken care of her in these years. You don't even know how Yaoyao is now..."

He Xiaoman sneered and interrupted again disapprovingly, "Mom, she is not my biological daughter, nor is she your granddaughter. Her last name is Huo. Whether she is good at studying or not, it has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to know."

Yang Qiuhua's face froze, and the unfinished words were stuck in her throat. After a while, she said in a sullen voice, "Yaoyao is my granddaughter!"

He Xiaoman pinched her eyebrows. She really didn't know what kind of magic potion Yao Huo had drugged the old lady into. She didn't like her own granddaughter who she had found, but instead liked this uneducated fake one!

"She has enjoyed the blessings of our Lu family for seventeen years, while my biological daughter has suffered seventeen years outside. Mom, you should be sober and don't recognize relatives randomly!"

"You treat her as a relative, but she may just be using you to cheat some money from our family to subsidize her biological parents' family..."

"Shut up!" Yang Qiuhua was so angry that she trembled. "I raised Yaoyao by myself. I know what kind of person she is better than you. Don't use your tricks to maliciously speculate about her."

He Xiaoman's face was livid. "You can't distinguish between good and evil, mom, I think you are really sick and confused!"

Yang Qiuhua is already in her sixties and has a heart disease. She was stimulated by He Xiaoman's words, her face turned pale, and her fists pressed tightly against her chest.

Seeing this, Yao Huo put the things in her hand on the ground, walked quickly to the old lady, helped her sit on the bamboo chair next to her, and held her wrist with her right hand.