Xie Wanying took two steps back, then turned and ran away as if she had seen a ghost.

Li Chunyan and Zhao Lijuan exchanged glances: "Hey, what's wrong with her? She was fine just now. How could she just leave like that? She's really strange."

Song Zhaodi rolled her eyes at her back: "You two idiots, can't you even see that? You two are so stupid, who would want to stand on the same side as you two? It makes even pigs smart."

In the countryside, people are usually either in the fields or in the yard. If they don't go to the village entrance to find some fun, they can get really bored.

But now that we're in the capital, we have no worries about food or clothing. This kind of life is the envy of countless people. Instead of living our own lives properly, we're eyeing other people's homes. Isn't that just plain stupid?

Li Chunyan was still unconvinced and wanted to say something more, but Song Zhaodi didn't give her another chance.

"With such a foul mouth, you should brush your teeth properly before going out in the future. Otherwise, you might suffocate your man with your stench. Don't you know your own behavior? Your tongue is a meter long, and you're still gossiping about others behind their backs. Be careful that one day you choke on your own tongue."

After she finished speaking, she went home in a good mood, leaving behind Li Chunyan, who was furious, and Zhao Lijuan, who opened her mouth for a long time but didn't know how to refute her.

Xie Wanying ran home breathlessly, and when she slammed the door shut, Fang Deshan, who had returned sometime earlier, was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

Hearing the commotion behind him, he frowned slightly: "Didn't you say you were going to your parents' house today? Why are you back in such a hurry?"

He turned around and saw Xie Wanying's pale face, covered in sweat, looking like she was in great pain. He immediately stood up from the sofa and went to help her.

"Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital now."

Xie Wanying's smile was somewhat awkward. She didn't know how to start the conversation. Song Zhaodi's appearance was like a time bomb, constantly threatening what she already had.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's too hot outside and I think I have a bit of heatstroke. I don't need to go to the hospital. I'll go inside and rest for a while, and maybe I'll feel better. You don't need to worry about me."

Fang Deshan looked at her and waved his hand: "Are you really alright?"

Xie Wanying nodded and walked heavily back to her room.

She glanced at the bedroom door to make sure Fang Deshan hadn't followed her in before carefully rummaging through the room and pulling out the photo she'd kept hidden away.

Upon seeing the face in the photo, Xie Wanying clenched her fists tightly.

"Song Zhaodi, it really is you! You shouldn't have come!"

Girls change a lot as they grow up, but Song Zhaodi looks like she's been enlarged from her childhood. Apart from her skin being a bit rougher now, her face shape and features haven't changed at all.

She and Huang Meiling look so alike that you don't even need a paternity test to tell that they are mother and daughter.

Xie Wanying swayed precariously and almost fell to the ground, but she managed to hold on tightly to the armrests of the chair and manage to sit up.

"It's over, it's all over now. Xie Zhiyan is about to be discharged from the hospital, and I don't have much time left."

Before she could even finish her plans, Xie Zhiyan was recovering faster and faster, and his discharge from the hospital was likely just a matter of the next day or two.

Song Zhaodi lived in the courtyard, and Xie Zhiyan could quickly sense something whenever the two of them met.