School had just let out, and it was the peak of the crowd, with people coming and going in the hallways.
Many people stopped in their tracks upon hearing this remark, their gazes turning towards Yue Qingqing in shock.
It was as if a jackal in the moonlight had spotted a huge melon.
Yue Qingqing hadn’t expected the other party to publicly shout out about this matter; she slowly turned around amidst the curious stares.
"Aunty Zhuang, delusional disorder isn’t something to be scared of. Just diligently take your medication as the doctor prescribes, and I believe you will soon overcome this illness," she said.
Lu Zhu added insult to injury, "Or perhaps the illness will soon conquer you."
Zhuang Rouhui became enraged, "Are you saying I’m sick?"
Yue Qingqing smiled coldly, though she said nothing; her silence said everything.
"Don’t you think we look alike? Yue Qingqing, you were adopted by the Yue Family; you’re not their biological child."
The crowd’s eyes darted between Yue Qingqing and Zhuang Rouhui.
The two did share a slight resemblance, yet placed together, they were distinctly different.
This contradiction made the whole situation even more confusing.
Yue Qingqing looked at Zhuang Rouhui with pity, "I don’t know when your symptoms started, but it’s better to discover and treat them early. There’s still time."
Zhuang Rouhui was so furious she wanted to slap Yue Qingqing.
But considering the interests represented by the other party, she calmed herself down.
"Perhaps your parents never told you. After all, they’re just thieves who stole someone else’s child because they couldn’t have one themselves, but you are indeed my daughter. If you don’t believe it, we can go for a DNA test," she said.
Zhuang Rouhui had thought it through beforehand.
She feared that Yue Qingqing, upon knowing she was abandoned from birth, would resent her.
So, she planned to fabricate a lie that she was driven to despair after her child was stolen by the adoptive parents and had been searching for her for many years, having only recently found her.
Unfortunately, she didn’t know that Yue Qingqing had a memory from birth.
Even if Zhuang Rouhui’s acting was Oscar-worthy, she couldn’t deceive her.
Zhuang Rouhui had thought that Yue Qingqing would at least show a shocked expression upon hearing this news initially.
However, Yue Qingqing merely looked at her inexplicably and then sighed.
"I wish you a speedy recovery," Yue Qingqing shook her head and walked away with Lu Zhu.
Because Yue Qingqing’s expression was too calm, and Zhuang Rouhui’s words were extraordinarily absurd.
Soon, the surrounding people also drifted off course, and they couldn’t help but look at Zhuang Rouhui with pity.
"Should we get a teacher? Mentally ill people committing homicide isn’t illegal; what if something happens?"
"I’ll go find the head teacher."
"This woman looks well-dressed; she can’t really be mentally ill, right?"
"Some mentally ill people appear normal until they have an episode; that’s when you’ll see the severity. And to say that Yue Qingqing is adopted, pfft, that’s the funniest joke I’ve heard since the New Year."
Zhuang Rouhui left in a huff, not waiting for the students to bring a teacher over, seething with anger.
This setback did not deter Zhuang Rouhui; having seen Yue Qingqing in person, she felt even more convinced that the other was her daughter.
But it was infuriatingly frustrating that she couldn’t get through to her.
Zhuang Rouhui was not willing to give up; she had to find a way to get Yue Qingqing to agree to a DNA test.
By the time she reached the school gate, Zhuang Rouhui was suddenly stopped by several people who looked like security guards.
"Hello, are you a parent of one of our students?"
Realizing that someone had indeed called security, Zhuang Rouhui trembled with anger.
"I am..." she started to say before changing her story, "I am Zhuang Lan’s aunt."
One of them, who seemed to be the leader, looked at Zhuang Rouhui, "But we received a report that you were harassing a student named Yue Qingqing."
Zhuang Rouhui clenched her molars and remained silent.
"In the future, if you come here, please register at the security office first. We will let Zhuang Lan know and arrange for you to meet him."
Zhuang Rouhui, almost kicked out of the school, was furious, but she knew that contacting Yue Qingqing through the school was no longer feasible.
It seemed she had to think of another way—
No matter what, she would not give up; Yue Qingqing’s demeanor confirmed that she was definitely her child.