Li Cuirou thought about it. Yes, Song Tingyou had been trafficked deep into the mountains; how could she be found so easily?
The man who abducted her back then said he would take Song Tingyou back to the deep mountains to raise her, and then make her his wife.
Early marriages were common in those remote mountain villages. It wasn't rare to see girls marrying at thirteen and becoming pregnant mothers at fifteen.
Given Song Tingyou's current age, she was probably already a mother of two.
Looking again at the young girl in the corridor, standing in the bright sunlight, bathed in its glow. Her eyes were clean and clear, vibrant and radiant, exuding a youthful aura.
How could she possibly look like a mother of two?
Her features were delicate and stunning, with smiling almond eyes and soft pink lips. Her aura was gentle and graceful, completely different from the dazzling and aggressive beauty that Song Xinya radiated.
Perhaps she just happened to bear a slight resemblance to Song Xinya.
Besides, fourteen years had passed. Song Xinya had been searching for Song Tingyou all this time to no avail; how could she suddenly be found?
Thinking this, the anxiety in Li Cuirou's heart—the fear that Song Tingyou might be found—eased significantly.
As long as Song Tingyou remained missing, a portion of Song Xinya's energy and attention would be diverted. This way, Song Xinya couldn't devote all her efforts to fighting them, mother and daughter, for the company founded by her mother: Yating Education Technology Co., Ltd.
Currently, this company was named: Rouying Education Technology Co., Ltd.
Song Xuanli walked to the door of Qin Yuhe's hospital room. His eyes swept over Jian Yiyi's face without any reaction.
However, as Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying passed by Jian Yiyi, they stopped in their tracks.
Li Cuirou's probing gaze roamed over Jian Yiyi's face. She asked, Little girl, you look familiar, like an old acquaintance of mine. Tell Auntie, what is your name?
Jian Yiyi looked at Li Cuirou and saw a curious yet guarded look in the woman's eyes.
The woman seemed quite wary of her.
Strange. It was their first time meeting. What could a seventeen-year-old student have that would make this wealthy, jewel-draped lady so apprehensive?
When faced with questions she didn't want to answer, Jian Yiyi chose to stay silent. She turned around, leaving the back of her head facing Li Cuirou.
Tch— Zhang Yingying's contemptuous voice sounded, her eyes full of disdain as she looked at Jian Yiyi. What are you pretending for? Do you think if you don't say anything, my mom won't know who you are? Haven't we met before? Aren't you just that poor student who sells tofu in the stinky wet market?
If it weren't for Young Master Jin liking you, who would care about a smelly tofu seller like you? The only reason I remember your name is Jian Yiyi isn't because you're outstanding or pretty, but because I'm giving face to Young Master Jin. Got it, little girl?
Jian Yiyi turned sideways and looked straight at Zhang Yingying. I don't care at all whether you know my name or not. Even if I'm just someone who sells tofu in the market and you're a young lady from a wealthy family, I don't consider myself inferior to you. I make a living with my own two hands. I haven't eaten a single grain of your rice, drank a drop of your water, or owed you any favors. I owe you nothing, materially or emotionally. So why should I bow and scrape to you? Put away your sense of superiority and arrogance. Your hostile behavior only makes me feel that you are low-class and pathetic.
Zhang Yingying stood stunned in place. She hadn't expected this seemingly weak girl to retort with such words.
She mocked back, I just said a couple of things to you, why are you reacting so strongly? The more someone cares about something, the more they pretend not to. It's just because you're a stinky tofu seller and feel inferior deep down.
Jin Ruizhi spoke up, Zhang Yingying, have you ever eaten tofu?
Zhang Yingying replied, Yes, I have.
Jin Ruizhi sneered, You look down on people who sell tofu, yet you eat the tofu they sell. That mouth of yours is just like you—not only spineless but exceptionally cheap.
Zhang Yingying's face turned pale. Young Master Jin, I used to be your tutor. There's an old saying: a teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime.
Jin Ruizhi retorted, You've got some nerve, wanting me to call you dad. I even want you to call me grandpa, and have your dad call me dad.
Ahead of them, Song Xuanli suddenly twisted his ankle, almost slamming his forehead into the wall.
He stood up straight, adjusted his tie, and looked back at Jin Ruizhi. How can a kid like you speak like that? There should be respect for elders. I'm a man in my fifties, how could I possibly call you dad?
Jin Ruizhi said, My father is a domestic food giant, the chairman of the country's most famous food brand, Haoyunlai. I am the eldest son of the Jin family. I once saw a document in my dad's study saying the Song family wants to cooperate with the Jin family to expand into the food market. Perhaps I could help with that.
Song Xuanli immediately turned his head to Zhang Yingying and scolded her coldly, Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Jin!
Right now, let alone calling Jin Ruizhi dad, he would even call him grandpa if he had to.
Zhang Yingying looked at Song Xuanli aggrievedly and whined, Dad.
Song Xuanli said, This isn't something that can be solved by calling me dad. You were in the wrong first, hurry up and apologize to Young Master Jin!
Zhang Yingying looked at Jin Ruizhi. I'm sorry.
After apologizing, she started to walk away.
Jin Ruizhi ordered, Stop right there.
Zhang Yingying said, Young Master Jin, I've already apologized.
Jin Ruizhi said, Apologize to Jian Yiyi. Give a ninety-degree bow and apologize to Jian Yiyi.
Zhang Yingying looked at Jian Yiyi, bit her lip, bent her back at a ninety-degree angle, and said sorry to Jian Yiyi.
Song Xuanli stepped up to play the peacemaker. Little girl, your name is Jian Yiyi, right? Our Yingying has already apologized to you. You should also be polite and say it's okay.
Jian Yiyi looked at the middle-aged man. Was Zhang Yingying apologizing to you just now?
Song Xuanli replied, No.
Jian Yiyi said, Then what gives you the right to make decisions for me and demand my forgiveness?
Song Xuanli wanted to ask if this little girl knew any manners, but Jin Ruizhi spoke up. Yiyi is right.
Song Xuanli closed his half-open mouth.
Li Cuirou walked over and took Song Xuanli's arm. Sir, we came here this time to see President Qin.
Li Cuirou's eyes swept past Jian Yiyi. As long as this little girl wasn't Song Tingyou, why waste time on a tofu seller? She was just an ordinary, inconspicuous, and insignificant person from the bottom of society.
Song Xuanli withdrew his gaze from the girl and looked at Jin Ruizhi. Young Master Jin, about the cooperation between me and the Jin family, what do you think...
Jin Ruizhi replied, I definitely won't help you.
Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were all stunned, freezing in place.
An apology was made, even a ninety-degree bowing apology. Yet after it was all done, this kid drops a line saying, I definitely won't help you.
Song Xuanli had been ruthlessly played.
A man in his fifties had been made a fool of by a seventeen-year-old minor.
If word got out, people would laugh their heads off.
However, given the other party's esteemed status, Song Xuanli didn't dare to curse him even if he wanted to. He could only force himself to swallow his anger.
Li Cuirou pulled Song Xuanli toward the hospital room. "Let's go see Mr. Qin."
Zhang Yingying could hardly contain her excitement. "Yes, let's hurry up and see Mr. Qin."
She hadn't seen Qin Yuhe in a long time and missed him terribly.
They always say that men crave novelty. Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya had been married for quite a while now, so the honeymoon phase had to be over.
She figured that by now, the couple probably had little left to talk about and only focused on each other's flaws. The passion and sweetness of their early days were surely long gone.
However, as the door was pushed open, Zhang Yingying saw Qin Yuhe and Song Xinya fast asleep, wrapped tightly in each other's arms.
