"Grandpa, what should we do if Qiao Lian'er really doesn't want to acknowledge us?" Song Dujuan's older brother, Song Qitu, asked.

Song Fusheng smoked his pipe even harder, then placed the official document on the table and patted it.

"With this, she'll have no choice but to accept it sooner or later."

Qiao Lian'er left the Song family and went to the Department of Personnel Management. Generally, official documents are kept on a backup.

Because the date was close, she quickly found a backup.

Sure enough, it also had a bright red official seal on it.

Qiao Lian'er investigated further and found that before the date and time the official seal was affixed to the document, Lord Ji had just had an accident and was currently bedridden. It seemed that someone else had handled the matter, and Lord Ji was completely unaware of it.

She waited two days until Lord Ji was almost fully recovered and able to go back to the yamen to work before carefully putting away the backup copy, taking it out of the subordinate office, and taking advantage of the Song family's inattention to take the documents with them.

The two documents, once thrown into the furnace, burned rapidly and quickly turned to ashes.

Qiao Lian'er's lips curled up. Trying to manipulate her with something like this was far too naive.

In the morning, Song Fusheng got up and subconsciously reached into his sleeve.

This touch revealed nothing but emptiness.

He touched the other cuff, but it was still empty.

"Strange, it was in my sleeve." Song Fusheng thought he had lost it and searched every corner of the room. The more he searched, the more panicked he became.

Before he went to bed last night, he held it in his hand and looked at it several times, then folded it up and put it in his sleeve.

If it can't be found in the house, it's almost certainly lost.

Song Fusheng didn't want to accept this fact, so he walked around the yard carefully.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Song Guangtian asked when he saw this.

But then he saw Song Fusheng looking anxious and grabbing his shoulder.

"Boss, have you seen the documents?"

"Ah, what document?"

"It's the kinship certificate issued by the Department of Family Relations. After I fell asleep, did any of you enter the room and take the certificate out?"

After thinking it over and over, Song Fusheng could only come up with this one possibility.

“No, we each have our own rooms, and everyone is sleeping well. The mattresses and bedding are so warm. I’ve never had such a good sleep in the countryside. How could I possibly disturb Dad?” Song Guangtian said.

He immediately became anxious: "Father, the documents are missing?"

Song Fusheng stood there, muttering to himself.

"It's gone, it's gone, the documents are gone."

Song Guangtian quickly woke up everyone and asked if anyone had been in Song Fusheng's room, but everyone shook their heads.

The documents are missing.

The Song family was thrown into a state of panic and helplessness. How could they just disappear like that? It was too bizarre.

Unless the document itself grows wings and flies away.

Without this, how could they get close to Qiao Lian'er?

Song Dujuan's eyes darted around.

"Don't worry, the documents are on file with the Department of Settlement. We'll go explain the situation and ask them to give us another copy."

"Grandpa, Uncle, Cousin, let's all go together."