Tan Shuya’s gaze fell directly on Jiang Yingjie, her eyes widening with a hint of dissatisfaction as she spoke, "Why didn’t you tell me back then?"

In fact, she had only met Song Qiao that day, but if Jiang Yingjie had told her at the hospital, she wouldn’t have appeared so embarrassed and helpless in front of Song Qiao, at least she could have thought of a way to deal with these matters.

Hearing Tan Shuya’s accusation, Jiang Yingjie couldn’t help but slightly furrow his brows, clearly showing some displeasure at her inexplicable blame, after all, he had just explained that he wasn’t sure if that was Song Qiao at the time.

He had never met Song Qiao in person before, he had only seen photos of her.

After all, before being hired by Lu Jingchen as the family doctor, he had always been abroad.

However, he merely showed a hint of displeasure, said nothing more, and lowered his head to slowly savor the tea in his hand.

Seeing Jiang Yingjie’s nonchalant demeanor, Tan Shuya suddenly felt a pang of guilt inside, realizing her words earlier might have been too harsh, she hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, I was too emotional just now, I was just so upset because of that woman Song Qiao, that’s why I said those words."

Jiang Yingjie put down the teacup and turned directly to Tan Shuya across from him, his face devoid of excess expression as he calmly said, "Shuya, I understand your feelings, but you must also realize one thing, if you can’t control your impulses, it’s easy to let all the previous efforts come to nothing, do you understand?"

Tan Shuya had everything, ability, and some background, but the only thing he was dissatisfied with was her increasingly impatient personality.

Tan Shuya pressed her lips together and nodded, looking at Jiang Yingjie, then said, "I understand."

Even though she still felt a bit unwilling in her heart, she understood the impact her personality had on these matters.

However, as for Song Qiao, she didn’t plan to let her off so easily.

Jiang Yingjie’s gaze fell on her, and he could see right away what she was thinking, but since he and Tan Shuya were already in the same boat, whatever Tan Shuya did now, he had no way out and could only accept and bear it.

After a silence of over a dozen minutes, he decided to tell her what he knew, put down the teacup, looked at Tan Shuya, and spoke, "There is something I believe you would be very interested in now."

Tan Shuya suddenly raised her head to look at him, "What is it?"

"A few days ago, I stumbled upon a very interesting matter." Jiang Yingjie wore a faint smile on his face, his eyes filled with calculated thought. Seeing that Tan Shuya was starting to frown due to his teasing, he slowly said, "When I was out at a gathering with friends a few days ago, I saw the Ji Family’s heir Ji Sifan, and there was a little girl with him at the time."

Tan Shuya didn’t quite understand his words, her eyes showing a bit of confusion, frowning slightly.

Jiang Yingjie didn’t continue with the riddles but instead spoke directly, "I looked into it and discovered Song Qiao spent five years abroad with Ji Sifan. The reason Song Qiao was able to leave An City without Lu Jingchen tracking her down was largely thanks to this Ji Sifan. What’s more important is... the child didn’t seem very old, probably only two or three years old, and looks quite like Song Qiao..."

Even though Tan Shuya was a bit slow, by now she understood what he meant and was immediately shocked, blurting out with a hint of disbelief, "Are you saying, Song Qiao and Ji Sifan had a daughter?"

Back when the Lu Family patriarch had his birthday banquet, Tan Shuya began to slowly get in touch with Lu Jingchen with the help of old Mr. Lu. Although the man was always cold, seldom interacting with her, she still managed to keep track of his business trips over the years.

She was certain that if Song Qiao hadn’t returned to the country herself, Lu Jingchen wouldn’t have met her so soon.

So if the little girl Jiang Yingjie talked about was indeed Song Qiao’s daughter, then it definitely wasn’t Lu Jingchen’s.

With that in mind, she suddenly had a way to deal with Song Qiao.

Looking at Jiang Yingjie again, Tan Shuya gritted her teeth and asked, "Is there a way to get a photo of that little girl?"

Jiang Yingjie thought for a moment before replying, "It might take some time, after all, we don’t currently know where Ji Sifan lives, I’ll need to send someone to investigate."

When he encountered them previously, he was only a bit surprised, and by the time he thought of taking a photo, Ji Sifan had already left with the little girl.

...

Lu Wangshu spent the whole class today thinking about how to get his mom to pick him up by herself later, and then go see his sister.

Inside his backpack were the gifts he had prepared for his sister, along with some treats his grandfather gave him during their last visit, something he quite liked to eat, but thinking of his sister, he didn’t eat any and decided to save them for her.

During the first class after the lunch break, not long after the bell rang, the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom.

Lu Wangshu looked at the homeroom teacher on the podium, furrowing his brows slightly, clearly puzzled, wasn’t this supposed to be an art class?

However, the homeroom teacher on the podium clapped his hands and spoke, "Today we have a new classmate joining us, let’s welcome them."

As soon as the homeroom teacher finished speaking, the class immediately applauded. Lu Wangshu, disinterested in all these, was about to lower his head and continue with his unfinished drawing when he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of Huanhuan walking in from the doorway, carrying a small backpack and dressed in overalls and a shirt, looking a bit cool. His mouth immediately dropped open.

Song Nianhuan, carrying a backpack her godfather had prepared, walked into the classroom with her ponytail swinging, standing beside the teacher.

The homeroom teacher, with a gentle smile, looked at her and softly encouraged, "Go on and introduce yourself to your classmates."

Song Nianhuan, not shy at all, nodded then cutely looked towards everyone, her voice clear and crisp as she introduced herself, "Hello everyone, my name is Song Nianhuan, I’m four years old. I hope we can all get along well."