Xie Wanying felt disgusted just thinking about it. All the men in this world were dirty, but she couldn't live without depending on them.

She lay on the bed with her hands clasped together, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

"Xie Wanying, you must calm down. You are the Xie family's biological daughter, and no one can take your place. You absolutely cannot go back to the mountains!"

She grew up in the capital and couldn't bear the hardship or the rural environment.

If you're going to make her give up her current life, you might as well just give her a quick death.

She doesn't like anyone else; the only person she likes is herself.

No matter the cost, she must keep her current life.

The wild thoughts running through her mind were completely out of control, but Xie Wanying was unaware that Huang Meiling and Song Zhaodi had already finished drawing blood.

The medical staff were very polite. The nurse who drew the blood pressed a cotton swab on Huang Meiling's injection site and said, "Press it a little longer. Don't let the injection site get wet when you get home today. Try not to take a shower. The results will be available in about a week at the earliest."

Huang Meiling had already found out these basic things before coming to the hospital. She thanked the nurse and then took Song Zhaodi's arm with one hand and walked forward.

"Daughter, does it hurt?"

Song Zhaodi had a very simple smile on her face. She shook her head honestly: "It's like being scratched by a kitten. It doesn't hurt or itch. It's just a tiny pinhole. You don't feel anything."

Compared to the injuries I've suffered before, the blood I shed today is nothing.

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Huang Meiling felt uneasy.

Whenever Xie Wanying was sick, she would snuggle in her arms and act coquettishly. Even a tiny needle would frighten her so much that she would turn pale.

They thought their daughter was just timid and went to great lengths to protect her, only to discover that the daughter they had carefully raised was an accomplice in harming their own daughter.

This sense of loss made Huang Meiling extremely sad.

She gently patted Song Zhaodi's hand, reached out and put her arm around her, not wanting to talk about those sad topics anymore.

"We didn't have breakfast when we came out, and it's already past the hospital's dining hours. How about I take you out to eat? Yingying said you haven't eaten out since you came to Beijing. Some of the local specialties are actually quite delicious, but I don't know if you'll like them. Let's go try them."

Song Zhaodi took her arm with one hand and stopped walking.

"Mom, why don't we just buy the groceries ourselves and eat at home? The vegetables at the market are fresher at this time of day. I usually go out to buy groceries at this time every day."