He truly deserves to be called a big shot in the capital.
Old Master Qin possessed an overwhelming aura, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger. His gaze swept over the newcomer, scrutinizing him as if assessing his identity.
Jiang Ranran's legs trembled even more as the big shot stared at her.
Try your best to appear calm and not let your guilty conscience be seen.
"...You must be Elder Qin,"
Jiang Ranran took a few deep breaths and said softly, "I asked my mother to send you that photo. That earring is indeed in my possession, because it is my earring."
"You're saying those are your earrings?"
Old Master Qin asked again.
"Yes, one night three months ago, when I was passing by the river, I heard many people shouting that someone had fallen into the river."
"When I saw that the person who fell into the water was a child, I jumped in without thinking. After I rescued the child and saw that he was okay, I left. Only after I got ashore did I realize that one of my earrings was missing, but I didn't pay much attention to it."
“I didn’t know the person I saved was your grandson, Mr. Qin. It was only when I was chatting with a friend today that she mentioned that you were looking for the owner of an earring in Jiangcheng. When I saw the picture of the earring, I realized that the person you were looking for was me.”
"You can see, this is the only earring I have left."
As she finished reciting the story she had prepared, Jiang Ranran took out another butterfly earring from her hand.
Upon seeing this, the person next to Old Master Qin immediately came over and took the earring.
After a careful examination, he bent down and reported, "Sir, it is indeed the other half of that earring. There is only one pair of this earring in the world, and this is the genuine article."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Qin's expression softened somewhat.
But I didn't completely believe it either.
He glanced at a maid standing respectfully to the side, his posture authoritative: "Was this the girl who saved the young master that day?"
The maid looked Jiang Ranran up and down, then hesitated before speaking.
"Sir, because the streetlights were dim that night, and the girl who saved the young master was wearing a mask, I couldn't see her face clearly. However, her age, height, and build are indeed very similar to the young lady in front of me."
He then asked Jiang Ranran, "May I ask, Miss, do you remember what you were wearing when you saved the young master that day?"
Sure enough, I asked.
Jiang Ranran knew that the Qin family would not believe she was the one who saved Young Master Qin just because of an earring.
So before coming to the capital, she inquired about all the information the Qin family had released, including what clothes that person was wearing.
"Well... I can't quite remember," Jiang Ranran said, feigning a vague memory. "But I usually dress simply, just a T-shirt and jeans."
The maid nodded: "That young lady was indeed wearing such clothes that day."
The lady standing to the side then spoke, looking at the exquisitely handsome little boy in her arms: "Xingli, look, isn't this the sister who saved you that day, the one you've been looking for all this time?"
There was another important reason why Jiang Ranran dared to come to the Qin family and claim credit for this achievement.
She found out that the young master of the Qin family, who was cherished and pampered, had autism.
He usually avoids people and can barely say a few words.
Moreover, a five-year-old child would be terrified in such a life-threatening situation and would hardly remember the person who saved him.
"Little brother, do you still remember your sister?"
Jiang Ranran bent down and said in a coaxing tone, "Three months ago, it was your older sister who rescued you from the river. You even pulled away your older sister's earring."
Qin Xingli pursed his lips.
She looked at her mother, then at Jiang Ranran.
He let go of her hand and slowly walked towards Jiang Ranran.
Seeing the young master approaching her, Jiang Ranran was secretly delighted and became even more friendly, wanting to take his hand.
"Are you Xingli? I'm so happy to see you're alright."
However, to everyone's surprise, Qin Xingli ignored Jiang Ranran's actions.
He walked silently to Jiang Ranran. Suddenly, he reached out and touched Jiang Ranran's face.
Jiang Ranran was startled.
She instinctively tried to dodge, but found that the child wasn't trying to touch her face. Instead, he lifted one side of her hair, revealing her left ear.
Ranran had no idea what the autistic child was doing, and not wanting to show any rejection, she could only force a smile: "Xingli, what are you doing?"
"……No."
Qin Xingli pursed his lips, and the little boy suddenly spoke.
Nothing? Nothing at all?
Those present looked at each other in bewilderment.
The child continued, "Sister has a mole here..."
“It’s red, small, I saw it.”
"There is no such person."
Red mole?
His words astonished everyone present.
Jiang Ranran's vision went black.
The person who saved the person actually had this characteristic? And this child just happened to see it and remember it?
Feeling a little dizzy, she forced herself to say, "What red mole? Xingli, it was so dark that night, you must have seen wrong."
Qin Xingli stood there, without saying a word.
Old Master Qin's expression changed, and just as the atmosphere became somewhat tense, Qin Xingli pursed his lips again.
She said, "But...their eyebrows and eyes are like my sister's."
Does her eyebrow and eyes resemble her older sister's?
Jiang Ranran looked as if she had been pulled back from the brink of death.
Her mind raced faster than ever before, and she immediately grabbed Qin Xingli's hand: "It's not that we look alike, I am the older sister, Xingli."
"But there really isn't a red mole on my sister's earlobe. Maybe her ear piercing was a little inflamed and red that night, so you mistook it for a red mole."
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