Song Xia was unaware that the Cheng family had discovered the switch of the two children; she was currently setting up a stall at the night market with Song Wenwen.
Every time she comes here, she marvels at how fast time flies. Back then, she rode a tricycle with young Wenwen in tow. It was really tough, but thankfully Wenwen was obedient, and with the help of her regular customers, she quickly overcame her difficulties.
Unbeknownst to her, she has accumulated a considerable fortune, enough for her and Wenwen to live comfortably for several lifetimes even if they didn't work now.
However, she was afraid that the Cheng family would use the two children to cause trouble, so she decided to endure the hardship for another two years.
"Boss Song?" The surprised female voice brought Song Xia back to her senses.
"It's you guys!" Song Xia said with a smile, while Song Wenwen looked somewhat bewildered.
Two sophisticated-looking women expertly took their orders: "Mr. Song, you still remember us?"
"How could I not remember? Back in the university town, it was all thanks to you students that we were able to make a living. Wenwen, these two older sisters even held you and helped you with your homework back then!"
Seeing that Song Xia hadn't forgotten, the two girls were even happier: "Boss Song, didn't you open several branches? How come you have time to set up a stall?"
"It's about remembering the bitter past and appreciating the sweet present. We come out to set up a stall for a few days every year, sometimes here, sometimes over at the university town."
"Back then, we were so happy that we could eat Mr. Song's homemade grilled food every day."
Song Wenwen grinned and said, "Sisters, my grilling is delicious too, please have some."
"That's great, then we won't stand on ceremony."
None of them were short of money, so they didn't stand on ceremony with Song Wenwen. Little did they know that their pleasant conversation had been captured on camera.
Song Xia had never left the city and still kept in touch with her former helper, Sister Li. So, Cheng Shizhang gave the order in the morning and received the photos he wanted that evening. However, because of the tight schedule and the assistant's eagerness to make a contribution, the information he received was incomplete.
Cheng Shizhang frowned as he looked at the girl in the photo brushing on barbecue sauce: "Are you sure you didn't get the wrong girl?"
"No, the hospital information is still there. Following the address they registered back then, we found that urban village. Although that area has been demolished, the landlady who rented the place had a deep impression of the mother and daughter. She said that she used to be frequently abused by her husband. After the divorce, the mother and daughter started a barbecue business. First, they were in the university town, but I couldn't find them. Then they said they were in the night market, and I was right."
Cheng Shizhang was furious when he heard this. His daughter, who should have been the eldest daughter of the Cheng family, was now doing such a lowly job!
That damned woman, for the sake of wealth and status, actually switched two children without permission and enslaved a minor child like this, she deserves to die!
Upon hearing the news, Yu Peiyan went upstairs and was furious when she saw the photos. Her daughter was actually selling smiles! In order to sell a barbecue, she was fawning over strangers with a smile!
She couldn't calm herself down for a long time. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. How could Yu Peiyan's daughter be someone who hadn't received much education and would sell her principles for a little money!
It can only be said that they are truly a couple; at this moment, they both harbored the worst thoughts about each other.
One person viewed Song Xia as someone who would oppress children by any means to gain wealth, while another even considered setting up a street stall to be a lowly job and smiling at people to be an act of flattery.
But aren't ordinary people like that? What's wrong with smiling at people to make a living? If you make money selling things, can't you smile?
Or is it that in Yu Peiyan's eyes, those who are poor or worse off than the Cheng family are all lowly people?
However, no matter how rich your Cheng family is, aren't you still a relatively large seller?
“No, how can she be allowed to enter the Cheng family in this state?” Yu Peiyan immediately rejected the idea of recognizing her. She could imagine how others would laugh at her if she were recognized, given her lack of education and manners.
"Then what do you suggest we do? She's still our daughter; we can't just leave her out there and let that woman exploit her."
Cheng Shizhang grew angrier the more he looked. Instead of lifting a finger, she made her underage daughter grill skewers. This woman was truly vicious.
"Bring her back first, don't make it public for now, let her rest and recover first."
"Aren't we going to a charity banquet hosted by the Ji family tomorrow?"
"Then let the assistant go."
The two agreed that attending the Ji family's charity banquet was more important than recognizing their biological daughter, so the next day, when the Cheng family's assistant came up to them as soon as the stall opened, Song Wenwen thought that the swindlers these days were really bold.
“Miss, you really were switched at birth. If you don’t believe me, ask your adoptive mother. She’s the one who stole our chairman’s child. She did this to seize the wealth of your biological parents.” The assistant pointed at Song Xia, his tone arrogant.
"Who's the adoptive mother? Bullshit!" The thing Song Wenwen is most proud of and happiest in her life is having a mother who loves her. This person comes up and says that her mother is her adoptive mother. Isn't that just hitting her sore spot?
"Get lost, don't interfere with our business."
“Miss, what’s the point of this business? Once you come back to the Cheng family with me, you’ll have more money than you can spend. Why bother with all this trouble? It really was the chairman and his wife who sent me.”
"Who wants your filthy money? Get out of here or I'm calling the police, you damn liar."
"I'm really not a scammer. If you don't believe me, you can get a paternity test done."
Song Xia crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. She hadn't said a word from the beginning, wanting to see how the person sent by the Cheng family would behave, and she was not disappointed.
"You said my daughter was switched at birth. Since your boss already knows his biological daughter is here, why doesn't he come over himself? Is his biological daughter really that unimportant to them?"
“Exactly,” Song Wenwen scoffed. “If you want to lie, you can’t even come up with a better excuse.”
The assistant said arrogantly, "My boss is a busy man with many business deals to discuss. He doesn't have time to spare."
Song Xia smiled and said, "So you're saying a business deal is more valuable than a biological daughter?"
"Do you know how big our boss's business is? It's something you could never reach in your entire life."
Song Xia sighed and rubbed her forehead. This was not what she had expected. Logically speaking, her current identity and wealth should be easy to find out because she had not deliberately hidden them. She thought that after the Cheng family discovered the truth, they would at least talk to her face to face. She did not expect that they would send such an unruly little assistant.
Has Song Xia's accumulated wealth over the years reached a point where the Cheng family can easily ignore it? According to her investigation, even the Cheng family at its peak couldn't be indifferent to it, let alone the Cheng family that is now on the decline.
Or perhaps they didn't investigate properly at all and just wanted to send someone to take Wenwen away at random?
Pshaw, it's just that I happened to be setting up a stall these past few days, and they think I'm living this kind of life with Wenwen!
But even if Wenwen and I are really having a hard time, doesn't our own daughter deserve to come and see us in person?
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