Peng Cuiying's face also darkened. She glared at Jiang Yiran and said, "What do you mean by 'robbery'? You're speaking so rudely! I raised you. Shouldn't you share your good things with me? Are you going to be an ingrate like Jiang Qiaoqiao?"

Looking at Peng Cuiying's self-righteous demeanor, Jiang Yiran wished she could immediately start a fight with her.

But thinking of Jiang Yongxian, she didn't dare.

In his previous life, Jiang Yongxian had a smooth career and eventually rose to a high position of power.

Although Qin Haiyang had more money than she could spend after becoming the richest woman, money was no match for power, and she couldn't afford to offend Jiang Yongxian.

Even if she wanted to sever ties with those three disgusting people, Jiang Jiahua, Peng Cuiying, and Jiang Yong'an, she would first have to get Jiang Yongxian on her side.

She looked at Jiang Yongxian with a pitiful expression, her eyes reddening, and said, "Mom, that's not what I meant. It's just that this was a gift from my godparents. If they knew that I gave it to you right away, they might think that I disliked what they gave me and that they were unhappy with me."

“You’re so filial to your parents, what could they possibly complain about?” Peng Cuiying said, admiring the dazzling gold bracelet on her wrist. “Don’t worry, I’ll praise you to your godparents tomorrow and tell them how filial you are.”

Jiang Yiran looked at the Jiang family members with a wronged expression, but neither Jiang Jiahua nor Jiang Yongxian spoke up for her.

Jiang Yong'an, who would normally have spoken up for her, was drunk and had been helped back to his room to sleep.

She could only grit her teeth and watch as Peng Cuiying went back to her room with her two most valuable gifts.

*

On the other side, Jiang Guozhi and Bai Yuzhu, who were staying in the exquisite room that Jiang Rou had already arranged, were also talking.

"Guozhi, Ranran is definitely our daughter. Shall we acknowledge her as our daughter?" Bai Yuzhu said anxiously, holding Jiang Guozhi's hand.

Jiang Guozhi nodded, "Okay, find an opportunity to take Ranran to a big hospital for a DNA test. If she really is our daughter, find an opportunity to explain things to the Jiang family and Ranran."

"If Ranran is willing, we'll take her back to Beicheng after things are settled here."

Bai Yuzhu nodded, "Don't worry, I'll definitely take care of it."

Jiang Guozhi thought for a moment and then said, "By the way, you should think of a reason in advance to explain Jiang Qiaoqiao's situation to the Jiang family."

"Yes, I understand. But judging from the way Jiang Jiahua and Peng Cuiying looked today, they don't seem to care much about Jiang Qiaoqiao. Even if they guessed what happened back then, we can give them some money, and they probably won't say anything."

Back then, Bai Yuzhu became pregnant during that special period. At that time, the two educated youths in the countryside couldn't even support themselves, let alone raise a child.

In order to prevent their child from starving to death, Jiang Guozhi took Bai Yuzhu's daughter to the hospital after she gave birth and found a seemingly well-off city family to switch the baby with her.

They couldn't afford to raise the child, so they couldn't take the exchanged child back with them. They could only abandon the child by the roadside, hoping that she would be adopted by a good family.

Over the years, they have actually been looking for opportunities to find their daughter, but because Jiang Guozhi was in such a hurry when he switched their daughter, he didn't remember any information about her.

So much so that finding their daughter is now like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Unable to find their biological daughter, and to alleviate their guilt, they adopted Jiang Rou and raised her with care.

As Bai Yuzhu lay in bed, she couldn't help but feel excited thinking of Jiang Yiran.

Heaven was kind to her after all. Her good-for-nothing youngest son ran away from home and ended up running into his sister, who helped them find their daughter.

*

The next day, when Jiang Qiaoqiao arrived at the store, her body was still sore, especially her arms.

As she was massaging her arm, she saw Jiang Jiahua walk into the store with a young man in a Zhongshan suit.

Jiang Qiaoqiao racked her brains for a moment before she remembered that this was Jiang Yongxian.

The Jiang family members are all good-looking, and Jiang Yongxian is no exception. With smooth facial features, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he has the air of a promising young man.

In her previous life, she met Jiang Yongxian for the first time after the Qin family became wealthy. At that time, Jiang Yongxian was already in his forties.

Compared to the current Jiang Yongxian, the Jiang Yongxian of that time was slightly overweight, but he was more mature and composed, and he also looked more imposing as someone in a superior position.

In her past life, because Jiang Yongxian had some business dealings with the Qin family, she had a lot of contact with Jiang Yongxian.

She also knew perfectly well that beneath Jiang Yongxian's handsome exterior lay a rotten, calculating, and selfish heart.

"Qiaoqiao." As soon as Jiang Jiahua saw her, he showed a kind smile. At the same time, he held up a thermos in front of Jiang Qiaoqiao. "Qiaoqiao, you've lost so much weight recently. Your mother and I feel so sorry for you."

Your mom went to the market early this morning to buy an old hen and made soup for you. Drink some while it's hot.

Jiang Qiaoqiao glanced at the thermos and said directly, "No need. I was very grateful to you for sending me money when my dad had that accident last time."

But I am not worthy of your kindness; please just say what you need to say!

"well!"

Jiang Jiahua sighed with a look of disappointment.

Standing next to him, Jiang Yongxian frowned and looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao with a condescending air, "You're Jiang Qiaoqiao? My little sister who was switched at birth?"

“This is the first time we’ve met, so as the older brother, I shouldn’t say anything to you. But the way you’re treating Dad right now is going too far!”

"Parents are never wrong. Even if your parents neglected you in the past for some reason, it is not a reason for you to have no respect for them now!"

Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at Jiang Yongxian with amusement.

When she met Jiang Yongxian in her previous life, the forty-year-old Jiang Yongxian spoke with an official tone and always acted superior, giving advice on life to others.

At that time, she thought that Jiang Yongxian had developed this habit because he had been in officialdom for a long time.

I never expected that he would be like this so early.

Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't bother with him at all, and simply rolled her eyes and said, "Mr. Jiang, don't go around claiming sisters. I can't possibly be worthy of relatives like yours. If you have nothing else to do, please leave and don't disturb my business."

Jiang Yongxian didn't expect that Jiang Qiaoqiao would completely ignore him.

His brow furrowed even more, and his anger was ignited.

He subconsciously wanted to teach Jiang Qiaoqiao a lesson.

But then I suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit.

He wasn't there to teach Jiang Qiaoqiao a lesson or push her to the opposite side; he was there to persuade her to help them convince Huo Beixiao to sell the cement factory.