Ye Chunxiao shrugged her shoulders, showing a helpless expression.
"I don’t know, but this is our first meeting, so I have no reason to lie to you."
Zhuang Rouhui was naturally suspicious, and upon hearing this, she felt somewhat uneasy.
Zhuang Lan had always had a penchant for maintaining an inscrutable poker face, and although she was his elder, she could never guess what was on his mind.
Could it be that he had been instigated by Li Xiaoqin to deliberately deceive her?
But Zhuang Rouhui wasn’t about to easily trust the girl in front of her either.
"Then why are you seeking me out to talk?"
Ye Chunxiao sized up Zhuang Rouhui, "Although you claim to be Yue Qingqing’s biological mother, you probably don’t have much affection for her."
Zhuang Rouhui’s acting was too poor, even outsiders could see her bossy demeanor, hardly fitting the image of a mother who had been grieving for her lost child for many years.
Meanwhile, Zhuang Rouhui was scrutinizing Ye Chunxiao, feeling that this girl wasn’t kind-hearted.
"So what do you want?"
Hearing Zhuang Rouhui’s question, Ye Chunxiao rubbed her hands together.
"Zhuang Lan isn’t willing to help you, but I can, though I’ll need some compensation."
To give Yue Qingqing trouble and make money at the same time was an opportunity Ye Chunxiao wouldn’t want to miss.
Zhuang Rouhui pondered for a moment, "I don’t know if I should trust you, let’s get in touch later."
She handed Ye Chunxiao her business card, calculating the time, "Call me in a week, and we can talk then."
Ye Chunxiao wasn’t in a hurry, taking Zhuang Rouhui’s business card, "Alright."
Looking at the title of ’Director’s Wife’ on it, Ye Chunxiao’s eyes flickered.
This person looked quite wealthy, she hadn’t expected Yue Qingqing to have such good fortune.
Then why hadn’t she acknowledged this woman?
If it were her, she would definitely reach for higher status, why linger on the past family?
Ye Chunxiao shook her head, too lazy to ponder Yue Qingqing’s feelings, it was none of her business anyway.
Zhuang Rouhui went to the identification agency and paid for an expedited service.
The results came back faster than expected.
"Mrs. Zhuang, there is no blood relation between you two."
The staff at the agency handed over the report to Zhuang Rouhui, their eyes full of sympathy.
According to Zhuang Rouhui’s story, someone had stolen her daughter at the hospital during childbirth many years ago. She had been searching desperately ever since but to no avail.
Now that she finally had a lead, she had come for the test.
Unfortunately, the report showed no parent-child relationship.
It seemed Mrs. Zhuang had found the wrong person.
Zhuang Rouhui’s hand trembled slightly as she clutched the report, not believing her ears.
If it weren’t for Ye Chunxiao’s words, Zhuang Rouhui would certainly think she made a mistake, and might have given up.
But now she was certain that Zhuang Lan had deceived her.
This damned brat, daring to deceive his elder.
Zhuang Rouhui, unable to contain her fury, stormed out with the report.
The agency’s worker touched his head, "Thought she’d be heartbroken, why does she look so angry?"
The moods of the wealthy are indeed hard to understand.
As agreed upon, Ye Chunxiao called Zhuang Rouhui at the appointed time.
Zhuang Rouhui picked up right away.
"Ye Chunxiao, is that you?"
"Yes, how did it go on your end? Zhuang Lan really lied to you, didn’t he?"
Zhuang Rouhui cursed under her breath, and Ye Chunxiao waited for her to finish venting before speaking.
"I can help you, but like I said before, I need a reward."
Zhuang Rouhui snapped, "How much do you want?"
In the bustling supermarket, Ye Chunxiao’s palm began to sweat as she gripped the receiver.
Thinking of the words ’Director’s Wife’ on the business card, she bit her lip.