Fingindo Ser Bonzinho

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At Jingshan Sanatorium, surrounded by mountains, the air was particularly damp and chilly, likely due to the recent rain. A black extended Maybach was parked in front of the rusty iron gate, starkly out of place amid the desolation.

With a creak, the iron gate swung open, and a girl dressed in a dull gray patient uniform stepped out. Her figure was frail, and with every step, her clothes fluttered wildly.

As she walked, her head remained bowed, eyes fixed on the ground—not a trace of the proud Red Rose of Kyoto from three years ago.

“Mr. Gu.”

Qiao Weiwei approached the car with utmost respect, greeting the man inside.

Her tone was unusually distant, lacking the coquettishness and willfulness she once had.

The man didn’t even lift his head, merely signaling for her to get in.

Then, in a cold voice, he said, “Three years have passed. It’s time to be sensible.”

So fast.

She had been here for three years already.

Qiao Weiwei stared at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window and forced a self-mocking smile, the scars on her body beginning to burn again.

Five years ago, her parents died in a car accident, and the Gu family of Haicheng, old acquaintances, stepped forward to adopt her.

Some in their circle looked down on her and humiliated her openly, but Gu Huaijin would stand in front of her, forcing them to apologize.

To assert her position in the Gu family’s hierarchy, Gu Huaijin would prepare for her birthday a whole month in advance.

He even once purchased a gemstone b