The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

At this moment, Chen Hongli brought in a bowl of plum juice and handed it to Ling Heping: "Xiao Ling, drink something sour to sober up! I just made it yesterday and reheated it for you. Drink it while it's hot."

Ling Heping took the bowl; a few sour plums floated in the dark brown broth, and the aroma alone made one's mouth water.

But he didn't drink it right away; instead, he looked towards the door.

Qi Weiwei also got up and was standing at the entrance of the main room.

She was wearing a dark gray cotton-padded jacket, her hair was simply tied in a ponytail, and her face still showed signs of sleepiness, but her eyes were bright.

"Weiwei," Ling Heping looked at her, his voice lowered, "I've found out that Tang Tiantian is on medical parole at the 913 Sanatorium in the suburbs of Beijing."

Qi Weiwei frowned.

913 Sanatorium.

She knew that place.

Located at the foot of the Western Hills on the outskirts of Beijing, the environment is serene, with red brick walls and a very high standard.

But it only admits seriously ill patients; it's basically a hospice-style facility.

Those who can get in must either have connections or be truly terminally ill.

"What exactly is Tang Tiantian's illness?" Qi Weiwei asked, her voice calm, but her fingers unconsciously tightened on the door frame.

"They said it was congenital heart disease, and it was already in its late stage, so there was no need for treatment. That's why they sent him there," Ling Heping said. "That's what the diagnosis from the prison hospital says."

Congenital heart disease?

Late stage?

Qi Weiwei felt a sudden chill run down her spine.

She remembered very clearly that in her previous life, Tang Tiantian was very healthy and lively, and had no heart disease whatsoever.

Let alone in the late stages, I rarely even catch a cold.

This is obviously fake.

Her guess was right—Tang Tiantian was indeed trying to escape unscathed!

He used a fake diagnosis to get medical parole and was admitted to a closed-off sanatorium.

In a few days, once the sanatorium reports Tang Tiantian's "death," she can leave quietly, go somewhere else, and start a new life with a new identity!

Tang Qu must have already prepared a new identity and a new place for her.

Qi Weiwei felt a chill run through her body, and her teeth were chattering.

It wasn't fear, it was anger.

The Tang family is all-powerful and acts with impunity.

Tang Qu was willing to fake his death to protect his niece!

"Weiwei, try to think more positively."

Chen Hongli walked over, gently patted her shoulder, and spoke with a tone full of sympathy.

"Even if Tang Tiantian changes her identity and lives a different life, she will be like a rat in the sewer, never to see the light of day again."

Don't worry, she definitely won't dare to bother your life again.

Moreover, she would be confined to living in darkness for the rest of her life.

These were meant to comfort her, but Qi Weiwei wouldn't listen.

"No, she won't." Qi Weiwei shook her head, her voice soft but firm. "Knowing her as I do, she won't be content to live in the gutter for the rest of her life, absolutely not..."

What can Tang Tiantian do?

They'll come looking for trouble with her.

Will.

At the very least, they will continue to lurk in the shadows, watching her and the Qi family like a venomous snake, waiting for their chance to strike.

Tang Tiantian is the kind of person who is selfish, greedy, and vicious, yet thinks she is the smartest person in the world.

She wouldn't be content to just "die" like that and hide away to live an ordinary life.

She will make a comeback.

Most definitely.

"I think this is an opportunity," Ling Heping said, interrupting her thoughts.

Qi Weiwei looked at him.

Ling Heping's eyes were sharp. Although tired, his mind was clear: "We'd better find some leverage so we can exchange it for the two confessions in Tang Qu's hands."

Confession.

Qi Weiwei's heart tightened.

Those two crucial pieces of paper, though no one has mentioned them these past few days, still hang in everyone's mind.

As long as that thing exists, the Qi family will never have peace.

"I've already discussed it with Zhang Qingshan," Ling Heping continued. "He agreed to help, but we can't do it openly. So, we have to take matters into our own hands."

"How do we start?" Qi Weiwei asked.

Ling Heping looked at her and said, slowly and deliberately, "Tomorrow, the two of us will go undercover in 913."

Qi Weiwei was stunned: "The two of us? Going to 913? Undercover?!"

"Yes."

Ling Heping nodded.

"You know what Tang Tiantian looks like, and I'm responsible for protecting you."

Zhang Qingshan got us identities so we could get into the sanatorium.

"As long as we can find Tang Tiantian, keep an eye on her, and get evidence that she faked her death to escape, we can turn around and threaten Tang Qu, forcing him to hand over a confession."

This plan is bold and dangerous.

But Qi Weiwei hardly hesitated.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Brother Heping." She smiled.

Ling Heping was very happy. He drank the hangover soup in big gulps and rubbed Qi Weiwei's head: "Pack your things, we'll leave after lunch."

That noon, Ling Heping drove his military green jeep, carrying Qi Weiwei, out of Beijing's urban area.

The scenery in the outskirts of Beijing in early winter is bleak.

The farmland on both sides of the road had already been harvested, leaving only bare field ridges.

The distant Western Hills were shrouded in a thin mist, gray and hazy, like a faded ink painting.

Occasionally, you can see a few villages, mud-brick houses, and wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys.

After driving for more than an hour, the car turned onto a quiet cement road.

Tall poplar trees lined both sides of the road, their leaves all fallen, their branches stretching straight towards the sky.

After driving for another ten minutes or so, a cluster of red brick buildings appeared ahead.

We've arrived at the 913 Sanatorium.

The wall was indeed very high, at least three meters high, and it was covered with barbed wire.

The main gate consisted of two heavy iron doors, painted military green, with a guard post next to it where sentries stood guard with guns and serious expressions.

A white sign with black lettering hangs on the door: "Beijing 913 Cadre Sanatorium," with a smaller line of text next to it: "Military Management Area, No Unauthorized Personnel Allowed."

Ling Heping parked his car at the entrance, got out, walked to the guard post, and showed his identification and a piece of paper.

The sentry looked carefully, made a phone call, and then opened the gate to let them through.

The car drove in, and it was quite large, like a small park.

The cement road is wide, with neat rows of holly trees on both sides, all trimmed to a high standard.

Several three-story red brick buildings are arranged in a staggered manner, with small gardens in front of them. Although there are not many flowers in winter, it is clear that they are well maintained.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and a faint medicinal scent.

It's very quiet.

It was so quiet it was almost oppressive.

Occasionally, you can see people wearing hospital gowns walking slowly in the courtyard, their eyes vacant.

There were also people sitting in wheelchairs, heads drooping, being pushed around by nurses to bask in the sun.

Doctors and nurses in white coats hurried by, their expressions serious.

Ling Heping drove the car directly to a three-story building and stopped it.

A sign hangs at the entrance of the building: "Logistics Department".

The two got out of the car and went into the building.

Ling Heping smiled at Qi Weiwei: "Don't be nervous, just do what we practiced on the way here. Less talk, less mistakes."

Qi Weiwei smiled too: "Yeah, I won't say anything, I'll just listen."