Zhuang Rouhui had just returned to the villa and couldn’t wait to take out her phone to dial a number.
The woman on the other end answered, "Rouhui, how is Ruyun doing?"
Zhuang Rouhui immediately interrupted, "Don’t ask about that first, Li Fuhong wants to divorce me."
Qiang Hongying dismissed it, "Just pretend you didn’t hear it. After all, he mentions it every holiday, I’m used to it."
"This time it’s different, his parents have agreed too."
At this, Qiang Hongying was really surprised, "How is that possible? You gave birth to boy and girl twins for their family. The Li Family has always valued offspring, how could they..."
Zhuang Rouhui recounted what Ding Xiulan had told her in the hospital with much grievance.
When she mentioned that Li Fuhong had children outside, Qiang Hongying slammed the table hard.
"That damn Li Fuhong, to do such a thing, and the bastard child is already so big before he told the family."
Qiang Hongying was infuriated, but she had a bit more brains than Zhuang Rouhui and quickly thought of a plan.
"Threaten him that you’ll sue him for bigamy. Bigamy can lead to imprisonment, and that bastard child is the evidence."
Zhuang Rouhui was somewhat tempted, but quickly came to her senses.
"But the Li Family said they are willing to split the money into three parts, for the three children."
Qiang Hongying fell silent for a moment, "Then you must secure custody of Ruyun and Ruyu. They are a few years from adulthood, and during this time, the money would be in our hands."
Zhuang Rouhui had this in mind too, and she reminded again, "But I have another child."
If she hadn’t mentioned it, Qiang Hongying would have almost forgotten about that incident.
Even though there was no one else in the villa, Zhuang Rouhui still lowered her voice.
"I called you also to ask, do you remember the features of the family that took the child away? I want to find the child."
Zhuang Rouhui had already made up her mind.
The child was taken to the countryside, and given that environment, definitely wouldn’t amount to much.
Calculating the age, they might already be married by now, as marriages happen early in rural areas.
As long as she retrieves the person and conducts a paternity test, almost all of the inheritance from the Li Family would fall into her pocket.
After all, what insight could a country girl have? Just a bit of money would be enough to brush her off.
Zhuang Rouhui thought her plan was perfect, but Qiang Hongying didn’t speak for a long while.
"Back then, I just carelessly listened to that family lamenting their inability to have children and their tough fate, but I can’t remember specifics."
Zhuang Rouhui urged anxiously, "Try to think harder, there are only a few villages around Zhuancheng."
Qiang Hongying wracked her brain, but couldn’t come up with anything.
"It’s been so long..."
When they disposed of the child back then, the only thought was to get as far away as possible, who thought that one day we would need to find her back?
However, Qiang Hongying also advised her daughter not to worry.
"I’ll ask around; generally, adopting a girl is hard to keep secret."
In that era, families that had the opportunity to adopt a boy would try every means to keep it secret.
Otherwise, after all the effort to raise a labor force, if the grown child turned ungrateful and returned to his biological parents, wouldn’t it be a waste?
Girls were less of a concern, once grown up, they were traded for a dowry.
They might even deliberately disclose that she was abandoned, to ensure her total devotion and willing servitude to her adoptive parents.
Zhuang Rouhui felt this was the only way, "The sooner the better, to prevent that vixen from influencing matters further."
She detested that woman outside.
If it weren’t for her bearing a son, Li Jiaguo and Ding Xiulan would never have accepted her into the family.
After hanging up, Zhuang Rouhui lay back on the couch.
She pondered how to bring back that daughter from outside, perhaps she could look into internal relations, and might even find some adoption records.
As she thought, Zhuang Rouhui propped her feet on the coffee table, massaging her calves stiffened by high heels.
Her gaze suddenly sharpened, falling on the drawer beneath the coffee table.