When Lin's parents saw Lin Qinghuan walk into the living room with her schoolbag on her back, they quickly stood up. Lin's mother called out awkwardly, "Qinghuan, you're back."

Lin Qinghuan put down her schoolbag and looked at her parents, asking, "Why are you here? Who manages the family's brick factory?"

"I'll ask your uncle to take a look," Lin's father replied.

Lin's mother said nervously, "Qinghuan, I know you're smart. The Wei family is a prominent and respectable family. Could you help me find your sister?"

Looking at the anxious and uneasy expressions of Lin's mother and father, Lin Qinghuan felt a pang of unease.

"Mom, I'm a human being, not a god. Can you please stop placing your hopes on me?"

Thinking of Lin Piaoxue's disappearance for more than ten days, and not knowing whether she was dead or alive, Lin's mother was overcome with grief. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Lin Qinghuan and pleaded, "Qinghuan, Piaoxue is still your own sister. Blood is thicker than water. You can't just stand by and watch her die!"

Lin Qinghuan looked at her mother's sorrowful face and felt a pang of bitterness well up in her heart. Helplessly, she looked at her mother and said, "Mom, Lin Piaoxue has been targeting me since I was a child. She wishes I were dead. Why should I save someone who wants to kill me? Can you please stop trying to morally blackmail me?"

With red eyes, Lin's father said, "Qinghuan, I know Piaoxue has bullied you and treated you badly, but now is not the time to act rashly. Can you put aside your past grievances and save Piaoxue?"

"Dad, Mom, why do you always pressure me? I'm your daughter too. Can't you feel sorry for me?" Lin Qinghuan said sadly.

Lin's father and his wife didn't want to pressure Lin Qinghuan, but they had no choice. Lin Piaoxue was their daughter, and they couldn't watch her die.

Lin's father slumped onto the sofa, looking utterly dejected, and said in a choked voice, "Qinghuan, we had no other choice but to beg you."

Lin Qinghuan felt a pang of sadness seeing her father's helpless and pitiful state.

Lin Qing and Grandpa Lin entered the living room and saw Lin's father and mother silently shedding tears. Lin Qinghuan had her head down, and the atmosphere in the living room was very heavy.

Grandpa Lin's eyes darkened, a hint of sadness flashed across his face, and he called out to the kitchen, "Wang Ma, bring the food out when it's ready."

Wang Ma stayed in the kitchen the whole time. After listening to Grandpa Lin's words, she quickly prepared a lot of food and brought it to the dining table before hiding back in the kitchen.

Seeing that Mr. and Mrs. Lin were exhausted from their long journey, Grandpa Lin sighed and said, "You've been on the road for so long, you must be tired and hungry. Sit down and eat. We can talk about it after you've eaten."

The family ate in silence, no one was in the mood to talk, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

After dinner, the family sat in the living room, with Mr. and Mrs. Lin placing all their hopes on Mr. Lin.

"Father, Piaoxue is your granddaughter. You have to think of a way to help find her," said Lin's father.

Instead of saying anything, Grandpa Lin turned to Lin Qinghuan and said, "Qinghuan, I've just started developing here and my connections are limited. There are many things I can't do. Go to the Wei family and ask them to help you. Make sure you find Piaoxue."

Grandpa Lin treated Lin Qinghuan very well, and she couldn't refuse his request, so she could only reluctantly agree, "Okay."

Lin's father, mother, and Lin Qing's eyes lit up. As long as the Wei family was willing to help, they were sure they could find Piaoxue.

Grandpa Lin patted Lin Qinghuan's head with satisfaction, "Grandpa knew Qinghuan was sensible."

Lin Qinghuan looked at her parents and reminded them, "You'd better have someone keep an eye on Lin Yu and Li Jian; you might get some unexpected results."

"You and Piaoxue's disappearance, is it related to Lin Yu and Li Jian?" Lin's mother said excitedly.

“That’s possible,” Lin Qinghuan replied.

“But Li Jian has already left the village and gone to work in Guangdong with Wang Kun. Lin Dafeng is also engaged to the second son. He couldn’t possibly do anything to Piaoxue,” Lin’s mother said disbelievingly.

"I'm just stating my guess; believe it or not is up to you," Lin Qinghuan said nonchalantly.

Grandpa Lin looked at Lin's father with a solemn expression and said, "It's better to believe it than not. Li Jian has already gone to work, and we don't know where he is for the time being. But Lin Yu has been staying in the village. You should call the eldest brother and find a few trustworthy people to keep an eye on Lin Yu, especially on the road into the mountains."

Grandpa Lin is getting old, and Lin Qinghuan didn't want him to worry too much, nor did she want her parents to look so sad. So she kindly offered a suggestion.

"Er Laizi is shrewd and clever, and he knows some thugs. Giving Er Laizi some money to help him out might bring unexpected benefits."

"Great idea! How come I didn't think of that?" Lin Qing said with delight.

Grandpa Lin smiled happily, "If you could imagine it, you would be the boss now, instead of working for Qinghuan."

“Grandpa, I’m not an ambitious person. I’m happy as long as I have a job,” Lin Qing said.

Lin's father quickly called home, asking his uncle to have someone keep an eye on Lin Yu, and also told him to go find Er Laizi himself, promising him a reward if he found Lin Piaoxue.