Boss Jiang Zhongping frowned and sighed, "It's not as simple as you say. I've inquired about it. Real estate registration is very strict. You must have proof of ownership or something like that. Otherwise, they won't register."

"We've lived here for so long, why won't we register? Is someone deliberately making things difficult for us? They're trying to take over the house?"

The third brother, Jiang Zhongguo, said, "Even if someone really has this intention, what can we ordinary people do? It's because we can't produce the property deed."

The eldest daughter-in-law, Fei Meiling, who was listening nearby, asked, "Mom, does Xinyan have the title deed?"

When everyone in the Jiang family heard this, they all fell into deep thought.

Finally, Jiang's mother shook her head and said, "Impossible! I know all her things. She didn't take anything with her when she left for the countryside. I've already searched the house she lived in before, and there's no such thing as a title deed."

Not only Jiang's mother had looked for it, but both brothers of the Jiang family had also looked for it. Everyone wanted the house and suspected that the title deed might be in Jiang Xinyan's hands. They almost turned the room where Jiang Xinyan lived upside down and almost pried up the floor tiles to search.

Liao Ying, the daughter-in-law, said, "Why don't we go ask Xinyan? If she really doesn't have the title deed, we can ask her about her teacher's previous residence."

The eyes of the Jiang family members lit up again. Yes, this was also a way. After asking about her teacher's residence, they could quietly go to her teacher's former residence to look for her. Maybe they could really find her. A capitalist like that might have more than just this one property. Wouldn't their Jiang family be rich then?

The family became excited again. At this time, someone came and knocked on the door, saying that the female officer who had come to treat Jiang Xinyan's daughter last time was back again and had gone to Xing'er Hutong.

When the Jiang family heard this, they became curious. Besides, they had been planning to go look for Jiang Xinyan anyway, so there was no need to choose a time. They could go now and find out the relationship between Jiang Xinyan and the female officer.

On the other side, when Song Yun went to find Jiang Xinyan, Jiang Xinyan was pasting paper boxes with her daughter under the shade of a tree in the courtyard. She was unemployed now and had to take care of her daughter, so she couldn't go out to work. She could only do what she could at home and earn as much as she could.

Seeing Song Yun coming, Jiang Xinyan was overjoyed and quickly ran back to the house to make a bowl of sugar water for Song Yun.

When she came out, Song Yun was already taking Xiaojing's pulse.

She gently put down the bowl, and when she saw Song Yun withdraw her hand, she asked, "How is it?"

Song Yun smiled and said, "I can see that you are taking good care of the child. He is much better now."

Jiang Xinyan breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, even without a check-up, she and her husband could tell that her daughter had visibly improved since she started taking the medicine prescribed by Song Yun. She was no longer as weak as before, spoke more, and could even help her paste paper boxes.

"You have to continue taking the medicine." Song Yun took out a pen and paper and rewrote the prescription. "From now on, take this prescription once every three days for a month."

Jiang Xinyan hurriedly took it and thanked him repeatedly. Although they had been taking medicine and eating medicated food recently, which was a heavy burden, seeing their daughter getting better day by day, the couple felt that it was all worth it.

Song Yun saw the cardboard box beside her and asked her, "Is this what you make every day?"

Jiang Xinyan smiled bitterly, "I have a child, what else can I do if not this?"

Song Yun thought about it and realized that Jiang Xinyan only attended college for a year and did not have a college diploma, so it was impossible to assign her a job. It was not easy to find a job nowadays. Even if she could find one, she had a daughter to take care of, and there was no one to help her.

"You are my mother's student, so your foreign language skills should be pretty good, right?" Song Yun asked.

Jiang Xinyan said, "There are so many things, I've forgotten most of them."

"That's still better than those who have just started learning. Don't give up on learning. Pick up your foreign language again. You won't be able to support your daughter by just pasting paper boxes for a lifetime. If you want to change your fate, you still have to rely on knowledge."

Jiang Xinyan's heart surged when she heard this, "Can I really do this?"