Having discerned the reason for their visit, Shen Mianmian finally realized why Cheng Xining burst into such a rage upon seeing her. Simply put, Cheng Xining knew that there was news about Ruan Yiqian’s sister and felt threatened, using her to let off steam.
When you think about it, it seems she’s somewhat wronged.
After the police talked with Ruan Yiqian, they arranged for everyone to sit and wait for a while and then left. About half an hour later, he returned from outside.
Accompanying him were a couple, and following behind the couple was a young girl. Perhaps she was shy with strangers, she stood behind them with her head lowered, and from their point of view, they could only see the top of the girl’s head.
Ruan Yiqian, who usually appeared very composed, was also somewhat excited. He stood up and stared intently at the people behind the couple.
The couple looked to be in their fifties, and at first glance, it was clear that they were simple rural farmers. Seeing Ruan Yiqian, they too seemed uneasy, as if they didn’t expect the other party to come from such a wealthy background.
"Mr. Ruan, this is Liu Xiuxiu. She was trafficked here from Beijing fifteen years ago. She was sold several times along the way, which is why it took so long to find her," the police officer introduced to Ruan Yiqian.
"I bought her from the human traffickers for twenty yuan back then. She was only three or four years old, skinny as a skeleton. At that time, we didn’t know it was illegal to buy children," the man of the couple recounted the circumstances under which they bought their daughter. Orıginal content can be found at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Back then, he and his wife had two sons, both with congenital defects. Thinking it would be difficult for them to find wives, they decided to buy a girl to raise and eventually become their daughters-in-law.
As long as they treated her well, she would be filial to them in their old age. Yet before the girl grew up, both sons passed away in succession, so they started to raise Liu Xiuxiu as their own daughter, planning to find a son-in-law to take care of them in their later years.
When the police visited a while ago, they were terrified. At first, they were somewhat resistant to having Liu Xiuxiu meet with her relatives, but upon hearing that the people looking for her were wealthy Beijingers with cars, the elderly couple became eager.
Ruan Yiqian, trying to control his excitement, said, "Xiuxiu, is it? Can you come over so I can see you?"
As he spoke, Liu Xiuxiu’s shoulders trembled slightly, visibly afraid.
Liu Xiuxiu’s mother turned and patted her arm, saying, "Xiuxiu, that’s your brother. Go talk to him."
Hearing her mother’s words, Liu Xiuxiu slowly emerged from behind her parents. The moment they saw her, everyone in the room, including Shen Mianmian, was stunned.
Even He Nan slightly frowned.
Ruan Yiqian was very handsome, the epitome of a male god, and Cheng Xining was also beautiful, like a movie star. By reason, Ruan Yiqian’s sister might not be as impressive, but she should still be passable.
However, the girl before them, Liu Xiuxiu, was not tall, less than one meter sixty, and at least one hundred and fifty pounds—heavyset, a little dumpling. Her hair was tied in a crew cut, and her face was nearly buried in her neck.
Even so, the ruddy highland flush on both her cheeks was very noticeable.
"Xiuxiu, don’t just keep your head down! Let your brother have a good look at you."
Encouraged by her mother, Liu Xiuxiu slowly lifted her head.
The pair of tiny eyes that were mere slits, along with a flat nose, thick lips—each feature was strikingly prominent, and nowhere on her body was there any resemblance to Ruan Yiqian.