Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

“Chuchu, my computer is broken.
When do you have time to help me fix it?”

Gu Chu carried a small pink backpack and walked the road with her chubby short legs.
When she saw Aunt Wang greeting her, Gu Chu’s eyes curved into a beautiful crescent.
“Aunt Wang, tomorrow is Saturday.
Chuchu will come to help you fix your computer then.”

Gu Chu was five years old.
She was studying in the local kindergarten, but she was already a famous child prodigy in the neighborhood.
Not only was he sweet and cute, but her grades in kindergarten were especially good.
She even knew how to fix computers.

8

Gu Chu walked along the alley toward her home.
From afar, he saw a luxury car parked in front of the tattered door.
The interior was exquisite, and the body of the car was luxurious..
It did not fit in with the dilapidated old school district.

2

Porsche, Panamera.
It was worth millions.

3

The person who came was either rich or noble.

Gu Chu’s beautiful eyes narrowed.
A sharp glint that did not belong to a five-year-old flashed across her eyes.
She tilted her small head and revealed a faint smile.
“Finally, I’ve been waiting for this plot…”

She had been in this world for a year and played the role of an innocent little child.

It was time for the plot to return to the Zhao family!

1

Before she even entered the house, she heard the sounds of conversation coming from inside the house.

“Manxi, Mom has been looking for you for many years and has been feeling extremely guilty.
Come home with me.
I’m really your mom.
The paternity test is here.”

1

“It’s all Mom’s fault.
You were only five years old back then.
If I didn’t bring you to the mall, you wouldn’t have been kidnapped.”

“Manxi, can you give Mom a second chance? Go back to the Zhao family with Mom and live a good life.
Your father and your siblings miss you very much.”

“This shabby place is small and poor.
You, the missy of the Zhao family, shouldn’t be living such a hard life.
You should be called Zhao Manxi, not Gu Manxi.”

…

Gu Chu carried her small schoolbag and pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation in the room.
Her eyes were slightly mocking.
If Gu Chu’s guess was right, the lady inside should be her “grandmother”.
She came