Ruan Yiqian still couldn’t let it go, Shen Mianmian’s profile just now really resembled his mother’s when she was young.
She was about the same age as his sister and also a child whose parents couldn’t be found—it was possible she really was his sister.
"My sister has been lost for so many years, a lot must have happened during this time, and it’s possible that she ran away due to some misfortune and then was picked up by your foster father. If it’s convenient, may I meet your foster father?"
Mianmian’s mouth twitched slightly; after much difficulty, she had asked Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua for help, and she really didn’t want to be involved with them again. After thinking it over, she said, "Brother Ruan, could you mention some distinctive features of your sister? Like birthmarks, for example?"
"No," Ruan Yiqian shook his head, "My sister has always looked like a doll since she was young, very pretty, without even a freckle on her face."
In that case, it would be better to wait another decade or more, until technology has advanced further, before searching again! Otherwise, it would be like looking for a needle in the ocean.
"It is indeed quite difficult to find her under such conditions."
"Mianmian, if it’s convenient..." Ruan Yiqian still wanted to meet with the Shen Jianhua couple.
Before he could finish his sentence, He Nan interrupted him, "She won’t be your sister."
"How can you be so sure?" Ruan Yiqian felt puzzled.
"When she was found, she was speaking the local dialect, not the Beijing accent," He Nan said indifferently.
A two- or three-year-old child, who generally hasn’t been talking long, will speak the language of the place they are from.
It seemed that Shen Mianmian really wasn’t his sister, and the flicker of hope that had just ignited was once again extinguished, as Ruan Yiqian let out a sigh of helplessness.
"It seems I’ve thought too much. Mianmian, sorry, I didn’t scare you earlier, did I?"
Shen Mianmian’s gaze flickered ever so slightly; the person who could have had such a conversation with He Nan must be the village chief. To her surprise, He Nan had already inquired about her origins.
"Brother Ruan, I understand your eagerness to find your sister, and as long as you don’t give up, you’ll find her eventually."
Cheng Xining rolled her eyes; with so many years having passed, for all they knew, the person could have died long ago. They might end up finding a ghost instead, if she were to be found, it would have happened already. Latest content publıshed on novel•fire.net
Although Ruan Yiqian had faced disappointment many times and had almost gotten used to it, he still felt somewhat disheartened and barely ate any of his lunch.
Having rushed around without rest, everyone was a bit tired after eating lunch, so He Nan took them back to the hotel to rest and then dropped Shen Mianmian back at her place.
After being apart for so long, this was the first time Shen Mianmian was alone with He Nan. She felt uncomfortable all over, and to ease the atmosphere, she initiated conversation to mask her own emotions.
"Is Grandpa He’s health any better?"
"He’s not in any serious condition," He Nan, looking ahead and flexing his fingers on the steering wheel, said indifferently, "I’ll be spending more time in Beijing from now on. I’ll leave you with a phone number; call me if anything comes up, and if it’s really urgent, contact Li Yue."
Following this incident, Grandfather’s health truly wasn’t as good as before, and he could no longer stay in Licheng for extended periods.
Upon hearing this, Shen Mianmian wasn’t surprised at all but actually let out a sigh of relief. In her previous life, He Nan had returned to Beijing around this time as well.
With He Nan gone back, the opportunities for them to meet would be fewer, and over time, her inappropriate thoughts about He Nan would gradually fade away.
Thinking this, she breathed a sigh of profound relief.