Why wasn’t she Jiang Ruyi? Then she would have a beautiful mom, a handsome dad, and this dream room. A child’s eyes can’t hide things. Jiang Ruyi easily saw through her thoughts and had an idea: there was no need to go to the aunt’s house; she could make the aunt stay here. In a familiar environment, the aunt might be more cautious. And over time, she could find out her true intentions. Thinking this, she sweetly smiled: “Hey, little sister Zhu Zhu, would you like to stay at my house for a few days?” Feng Mingzhu, with a piece of chocolate in one hand and a pastry in the other, was eating greedily. Hearing this, she immediately nodded: “Yes. Sister, can I stay here?” “Yes, if Aunt agrees.” “She will agree.” She wiped the crumbs from her mouth and ran out excitedly: “Mom, I want to stay here.”
In the living room, Jiang Qiuyue was earnestly advising her brother about his plan to find someone: “You’ve come this far with difficulty; how can you just quit your job? You’ve spent so much money looking for Xiangying, how will you pay back without a job? And there’s Ruyi. Kids need money now.” Jiang Baiyuan had considered these points but still insisted: “No matter what, I have to find her.” “Where will you look? How? The world is so vast, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. Listen to your sister, leave the searching to professionals. Haven’t you already reported it to the police? Didn’t you post missing person notices? You’ve done enough. Now, just wait for news.” “Wait for news? I’ve waited too long.” He had waited more than three days; waiting any longer would drive him mad. Jiang Qiuyue wanted to continue persuading when a soft little thing suddenly jumped into her arms—her daughter, her precious child, whom she would fulfill any request for. But to stay here—
