Cui Peng remained silent, staring blankly at the river in front of him.

"Ah Peng, tell me, is Yi Chen doing this to get revenge on me?" Cui Li was clearly on the verge of a breakdown. "Otherwise, how could my perfectly healthy son suddenly get such a deadly disease... How could my perfectly healthy husband have an affair and have a son with another woman..." As she spoke, she turned around and grabbed Cui Peng's hand. "Ah Peng, I know, she's coming to get revenge on me, it must be her..."

"Calm down." Cui Peng glanced around and, thankfully no one was around, quickly grabbed Cui Li's shoulders with both hands and growled.

Cui Li finally calmed down, but she had been so excited that snot and tears were streaming down her face, making her look a little disheveled.

Cui Peng frowned in disgust and took a step back.

Cui Li quickly took out a tissue to tidy her face, and her expression returned to normal.

"Don't panic," Cui Peng sighed. "So many years have passed since then, no one but you and me knows about it."

“I know, but why was it her daughter who was a match for Yichen?” Cui Li sighed. More importantly, it happened twice, and each time it was almost a match, but in the end, that girl escaped.

“A coincidence.” Cui Peng also took a deep breath. “But remember this: you must keep Cui Na’s matter a secret from everyone. Otherwise, we’re all finished.”

"I know." Cui Li nodded. She naturally knew the seriousness of the matter. She was just feeling too depressed today and wanted to vent to someone.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, go back now. You have a meeting at the company."

Cui Li nodded.

Le Yao was unaware of the situation in Beichuan City and didn't pay attention to it. Although there was still no news about Yan Zimeng, now that her life was out of danger, she was going to class, doing homework, cooking, taking care of her son, and occasionally going shopping and having meals with her aspiring top students. She was living a fulfilling and happy life every day.

After school that day, Qiaoqiao was picked up by the Jiang family, and Leyao had to go home by herself. As soon as she left the school gate, she was stopped by someone: "Han Binglan, hello."

"Hello, Auntie." Le Yao looked at the woman in front of her, who had a scholarly air about her and some gray hair, and felt a little strange because she didn't recognize her.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, I'm Shao Nan." The woman's smile was very kind.

"Shao Nan?" Le Yao frowned. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She could only smile and ask, "Aunt Shao, is there something you need?"

"Obviously you don't know me." Shao Nan's smile widened. "My husband is Ma Lin, you know him, right?"

"Huh?" Le Yao's eyes widened instantly. Old Ma, the meticulous principal, she had to know him. "So it's the principal's wife." All the students were considered the principal's students, so calling her "principal's wife" was no problem.

"I came here specifically to see you." Shao Nan looked Le Yao up and down and found her eyes to be very clear. He was quite pleased. It seemed that the rumors couldn't be trusted.

Is something the matter?

"Shall we sit in that teahouse over there?" Shao Nan pointed to a teahouse diagonally opposite the school gate.

Le Yao nodded.

Ten minutes later, the two sat down in the tea room.

"Alan, is it okay if I call you that?"

“Yes, that’s fine.” Le Yao nodded. “That’s what my parents call me.”