Before Song Qiao regained consciousness, she vaguely heard Sun Jiming's name, and she dared not go back.

It's him! It must be him!

Did he know that I was the one who leaked the information, so he specifically hired someone to kill me?

She didn't even dare to think about it too much, whether the man in bed that day actually wanted to strangle her for even a second.

But she had nowhere else to go, so she retraced the old route that An Suqin had taken her to avoid debt collectors and returned to her old neighborhood.

This is a fairly active old neighborhood; the shops at the entrance are still there. She went in through the main gate.

She managed to avoid being recognized by her neighbors.

When I got to the floor where I used to live, I found that even the front door had been replaced.

I crouched at the top of the stairs, hoping that An Suqin would come out, but instead a young man and woman I didn't know came out.

What's going on?

She couldn't believe it and ran to the rooftop.

They found a pile of daily necessities at the dog shed that Song Ping and An Suqin had occupied in this community years ago.

It's basically just some simple bedding for sleeping.

I felt a vague unease.

I slowly walked forward and looked at the scattered garbage bags and tattered quilts on the ground.

A scream came from behind, "What are you doing?! Don't steal my things, get out!"

A woman rushed towards us, covered in dirt, waving a small wooden stick from a greenhouse frame in her hand.

"Get out! This is my home, you can't kick me out, I'm not leaving!"

Before I could dodge, I was hit once or twice.

It stung like I'd been hit with a cane.

"Are you crazy!" Song Qiao shouted, then grabbed her stick and shoved her away.

Startled, he took several steps back.

The loud argument didn't attract the attention of the residents, perhaps because everyone had become accustomed to it.

Song Qiao stared intently at the woman who had fallen to the ground, her pupils dilating slightly.

"How...could this be..." she murmured in disbelief, "Mom..."

An Suqin, still on the ground, was waving a stick, preventing anyone from getting close, shouting, "Get out of here, none of you are allowed to come to my house."

They huddled even deeper into the greenhouse, as if that small space were some kind of safe haven.

He was shouting incoherently.

What's going on?

What Song Qiao was unaware of was that after she dropped out of school and left Jiangcheng, Song Ping was sent to a mental hospital.

Those debt collectors harassed An Suqin relentlessly, seized her house and sold it, and she went insane not long after.

They took the old things and occupied the dog kennel, refusing to let anyone else have them.

The downstairs residents had complaints, but even when the police arrived, they couldn't control the woman's erratic behavior.

Most of the time there's not much that can be done. There are no family members to be found, there's no obvious violence, and they can't be forcibly sent to the hospital.

People from the community came to see her, but she chased them away every time.

Over time, no one paid any attention to it anymore. Since not many people came up to the top floor anyway, they just let her stay there, only asking the property management to pay attention to her safety.

Song Qiao still couldn't believe that the woman in front of her no longer recognized her.

She truly has nowhere to go now.

what to do?

Upon learning that he had failed to kill Song Qiao, Sun Jiming instructed Secretary Xia to take Song Xin elsewhere to prevent the woman from returning and causing trouble.

"She's incredibly lucky." That was all Secretary Xia heard.

However, he didn't have time to pay attention to this woman now, and he figured she wouldn't dare say anything more.

This news should be handled with a low profile for now.

Absolutely, there can be no more mishaps. Once the bidding for the exchange area is over, I'll immediately return to Taipei.

Jiangcheng was an unlucky place; he always felt that if he stayed here any longer, something bad would definitely happen.

She whispered a few words to the man beside her, who then left after receiving the order.

Sun Jiming then had someone take him to the hospital.

We can't afford any more problems with Li Xinyi.

Song Xingyao sat in the ward and saw that Li Xinyi's stitches had been removed. Although her walking posture was not very natural because of uneven force in her legs.

But her complexion looked much better.

I wanted to help her walk in the corridor, but the guard at the door stopped me.

Li Xinyi looked up and smiled, "His orders have been in effect for a long time, let's stay in the room."

Where is Xiaohui?

“That child likes to cling to Dr. Ye, and I don’t want her to be cooped up in her room all day. Although Sun Jiming keeps me locked in my room, Xiao Hui can still come and go, so she’s probably in Dr. Ye’s office.”

She forced a smile, and for some reason, Song Xingyao saw a hint of relief and liberation in her eyes.

She must know about the recent big commotion.

Song Xingyao had already arrived here, but she didn't know how to start the conversation.

She never thought Li Xinyi would have anything to do with those things, but how would she feel if she knew?

Unbeknownst to her, a complex expression appeared on Song Xingyao's face.

Li Xinyi looked up and bumped into her. "Xingyao, what's wrong? Is there something you want to say?"

I helped her to the bedside, opened the window, and let the warm breeze from outside blow in.

On the contrary, it dissipated much of the chill in the room.

“Xinyi, what Sun Jiming did may involve crimes. You shouldn’t get too involved with him.”

"A crime?" Her voice was indifferent, as if there was a hint of confusion.

But it also seems like this was expected.

Song Xingyao lowered her voice.

“He made the girls in the orphanage engage in sex work. Although nothing has come of it yet, this matter won’t drag on for long. Fu Siming has already spoken to your father, but he hasn’t told your father about your situation. I just thought that if you’re going to leave him, you absolutely must not get involved in his affairs.”

Although she didn't have much affection for Sun Jiming, she was still shocked to hear that he was making young girls do sex work.

Li Xinyi was angry, helpless, and even forgot whether she had cursed the man in the end.

When Song Xingyao was about to leave, Li Xinyi told her that he was preparing for a divorce before seeing her off.

As she walked out of the ward corridor, she ran into Sun Jiming again. She didn't intend to greet him, but Sun Jiming deliberately made things difficult for her.

"I've heard that Mrs. Fu often comes to visit my wife." He glanced at the woman in front of him with a slight sizing.

Thinking of Fu Siming, she held her breath and didn't curse him as a scumbag: "If Minister Sun can't take good care of his wife and daughter, he should at least take good care of himself. The recent events have probably caused you and Xinyi a lot of trouble."

Bringing up a sore spot like that, Sun Jiming's face darkened.

"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Fu. However, you should spend more time on Mr. Fu and not worry about other people's affairs."

After saying that, he turned the doorknob and went into the ward.

Song Xingyao glanced back at him, his smug and arrogant demeanor was irritating.

But she still remembered what Fu Siming had said: he had come to advise Li Xinyi not to provoke him, but instead he had gotten angry; it was really unnecessary.