Rebirth of the Revenge Queen

3As the plane slowly landed, Zhang Ya took off her eyepatch. Although she wanted to take a nap to rest, she still woke up all the way.    1

    

After arriving at Jingdu, Wan Xingke looked a lot more relaxed. He held Zhang Ya's arm and laughed. Wan Xinghao quietly followed behind the two of them.    

    

As soon as they left the airport, they saw a black Maybat parked outside. When they saw Zhang Ya and the others, a few people got out of the car and took their luggage, welcoming them into the car.    

    

As soon as they got in the car, Zhang Ya saw a man already sitting in the car. This person looked at Zhang Ya from head to toe and revealed a somewhat distant smile. "Aunt Wan Ya, is it?"    

    

Zhang Ya was stunned for a moment when she heard this name and nodded, "En. "    

    

"I am Wan Xingzong. " Wan Xingzong looked at Zhang Ya and stretched out his hand.    

    

Is there anything you want to tell me?    

    

There is only one thing I need to be wary of, Wan Xingzong.    

    

Yi Lanyou's warning was still ringing in her ears and she did not expect to see the person so soon. Zhang Ya paused for a moment and the corner of her mouth raised as she stretched out her hand, "Hello. "    

    

The road from the airport to the Wan Family was relatively quiet. After arriving at the Wan Family, the few of them were welcomed in by the servants.    

    

When they entered the living room, Zhang Ya saw Patriarch Wan sitting in a wheelchair.    

    

Seeing Zhang Ya come in, Patriarch Wan looked very excited. He subconsciously pulled his clothes and smiled warmly. "Xiao Ya, come here quickly. "    

    

Zhang Ya looked at Wan Xinghao and then looked at Wan Xingke. This time, she walked over and met Patriarch Wan's eyes. She opened her mouth and called out, "Patriarch Wan. "    

    

It was very difficult to say the word 'father'. Even when facing Principal Yan, the foster father who had raised her for many years, she could not say it, let alone Patriarch Wan, who was almost a stranger to her.    

    

"En. " When Patriarch Wan heard Zhang Ya calling him, his originally excited mood instantly dissipated a lot. The smile on his face stiffened, but the tender love in his eyes still did not disappear. "It has been hard on you along the way. "    

    

"It's alright. " Zhang Ya smiled slightly and was a little reserved.    

    

"Are you hungry?" Patriarch Wan asked.    

    

"No, there are meals on the plane. " Zhang Ya replied.    

    

"The one that doesn't taste good. Butler, get someone to prepare the food," Zhang Ya said. Patriarch Wan turned around and said.    

    

"Alright. " The butler smiled and said, "Master, take it easy. Don't scare Miss Xiao Ya. "    

    

"How could my own daughter be scared?" Patriarch Wan glanced at the housekeeper unhappily. He did not have time to spoil her.    

    

"The housekeeper saw that Patriarch Wan was so happy and did not say anything else. He nodded to Zhang Ya to greet her and then turned around to ask the maid to prepare food.    

    

"Grandfather, I will go back to my room with brother first. " Wan Xingke stretched his body. She was a little tired.    

    

"Go back and rest well. You guys have worked hard too. " Patriarch Wan said.    

    

"En. " When Wan Xingke passed by Zhang Ya, he reached out and poked Zhang Ya's cheek. "See you later. "    

    

"Tch!" Patriarch Wan frowned. "This is your aunt. Why is she so rude?"    

    

"Wan Xingke stuck out his tongue and walked up the stairs quietly.    

    

Wan Xinghao glanced at Zhang Ya and followed Wan Xingke up the stairs.    

    

"Grandpa, I'm going to work too. " Wan Xingzong said.    

    

"En, go ahead. " Patriarch Wan nodded.    

    

Wan Xingzong looked at Zhang Ya and went out the door. The moment he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared.    

    

The old man was really old and muddle-headed to receive such a thing and still wanted him to go personally.    

    

Humph.    

    

After Wan Xingzong left, Zhang Yacai started to feel a little awkward.    

    

Patriarch Wan was the same. Both of them didn't know what to say after getting along with each other.    

    

The gap in their memories made the two of them not even know where to start talking.    

    

They were very worried that they did not perform well enough and were worried that they would say something wrong. Whether it was Patriarch Wan or Zhang Ya, they were too cautious and unfamiliar with each other.    

    

"That. . . " Patriarch Wan said first, "Come here and take a seat. "    

    

"Yes. " Zhang Ya nodded and sat on the sofa next to Patriarch Wan.    

    

"Have some fruit," Patriarch Wan said. Yes, Zhang Ya said.    

    

"Okay. " Zhang Ya reached out and took an orange. She peeled it and gave half to Patriarch Wan.    

    

"For me?" Patriarch Wan was stunned.    

    

"Yes. " Zhang Ya nodded and asked suspiciously, "You don't like orange?"    

    

"Yes, I do. " Patriarch Wan smiled and nodded. He took the orange and said, "You liked orange and orange when you were young. "    

    

"When I was little. . . . I can't remember. " Zhang Ya shook her head. Her memories from before the orphanage had mostly disappeared.    

    

"Patriarch Wan was stunned. He felt that he had said something wrong and did not know what to do.    

    

"But you can tell me. " Zhang Ya smiled and said.    

    

"You want to hear it?" Patriarch Wan's eyes lit up.    

    

"Yes, I want to hear it. " Zhang Ya nodded and looked at Patriarch Wan.    

    

No matter what, the person in front of her was her father, a white-haired old man. Zhang Ya had a smile on her lips. It was not easy for an old man to live his life, so she naturally had to coax him.    

    

"Then let me tell you about the things that happened when you were just born. At that time. . . " Patriarch Wan recalled the things that happened when Wan Ya was young and there was a smile on his face.    

    

Zhang Ya quietly listened and occasionally laughed along with him.    

    

Patriarch Wan did not seem to be as reserved as when he first saw Zhang Ya. The atmosphere between the two became more harmonious.    

    

It was as if Zhang Ya was listening to other people's past. Zhang Ya was very unfamiliar with the childhood that Patriarch Wan described, but she still had an interested expression on her face.    

    

Until the housekeeper came back and told her that they could eat. Patriarch Wan took Zhang Ya to the dining room. He saw Zhang Ya eating fish porridge. Patriarch Wan's eyes were gentle and careful, as if he was looking at his most beloved treasure.    

    

Zhang Ya was a little shy facing Patriarch Wan's gaze, but unknowingly, the softest part of her heart was touched by Patriarch Wan's unreserved affection.    

    

After the meal, Zhang Ya gave the gift prepared by Principal Yan to Patriarch Wan. "My adoptive father asked me to bring these gifts. They are all small gifts. I hope you don't mind them. "    

    

"No, no, no. " Patriarch Wan opened a few paintings and admired them with satisfaction. "He took care of you so well. I am grateful to him. " Patriarch Wan turned his head and told the butler, "Remember to prepare some gifts for Xiao Ya to bring back when the time comes. "    

    

"Okay. " The butler nodded and said, "I will remember it. " After a pause, the butler said, "Master, you should let Xiao Ya go upstairs to rest. . . " It was not good to keep pestering others.    

    

"Okay. . . " Patriarch Wan nodded. "Go back to your room and have a good rest. I will tell you more about when you were three tonight when I have time. "