My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

In the evening, Jiang Mingyuan sat in his study and listened to Jiang Mingchuan recount the events of the day from beginning to end.

Jiang Mingchuan stood in front of the desk, while Shen Ruoyun sat on the sofa next to him. The shame on their faces had not yet faded, and they lowered their eyes, waiting to be scolded.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't slam his fist on the table, but his voice was even more unpleasant than if he had. He only said one sentence: "You can't even take care of your own child. What kind of parents are you?"

Jiang Mingchuan kept his head down and didn't say a word in his defense.

Shen Ruoyun's eyes reddened again, not because she felt wronged, but because she was still scared. If it weren't for that girl named Su Qing passing by today, she couldn't imagine how badly Xiao Yi would have been bullied by those people.

To their surprise, Jiang Yi, after returning home, taking a shower, and changing her clothes, did not cower under the covers as they had imagined.

The little girl sat on the sofa, a blanket Shen Ruoyun had given her covering her legs. Holding a cup of hot milk, she told the adults around her, with bright eyes, how Su Qing had slapped those bad guys away with one blow. When she got excited, she even waved her little arms to gesture, almost spilling the milk.

She described Su Qing's hands not as hands, but as Superman's weapons, and said that being held by Su Qing felt safer than wearing a seatbelt in a car.

Cui Ying sat next to her, occasionally reaching out to rub her head, making her fluffy hair after her shower look like a dandelion. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of heartache and curiosity, with curiosity becoming more and more prominent.

She had never met anyone who could make her spoiled niece so obedient.

The four delinquent teenagers have been placed under investigation.

But Jiang Mingchuan received some unpleasant news from the police: those people confessed in no time, saying that a woman wearing a mask had hired them, specifically to find the little girl in the private elementary school uniform.

Jiang Mingyuan sat on the sofa, his knuckles tapping lightly on the armrest, and remained silent for a moment.

The Jiang family has been keeping a low profile lately and hasn't made any enemies in the business world. Who would target a seven-year-old child?

In fact, Jiang Mingyuan had a vague image in his mind, but he felt that the other party was cowardly and profit-driven. How could he take such a risk to do such a thing?

They discussed several possible directions in hushed tones in the living room. Cui Ying did not participate; she simply pulled Jiang Yi closer to her, like a bird instinctively hiding its young under its wings.

Since her daughter passed away, she has poured all her overflowing maternal love into this little niece who is the same age as her daughter.

This was one of the sources of Jiang Yi's previous arrogance; her aunt's doting was her biggest shield.

But things are different now. Cui Ying could see that the light in the child's eyes when she talked about Su Qing tonight wasn't from being spoiled, but from the gentle touch of someone who taught bad people a lesson with a slap and then wiped away her tears with the back of their hand.

Jiang Yi nestled in Cui Ying's arms, looked up, and earnestly asked her aunt if there was any way to reconcile with Jiang Ran.

Just as Cui Ying was about to speak, Jiang Yi added that she had torn up Jiang Ran's test paper and scolded Jiang Ran's sister, and now she felt extremely ashamed and was afraid that Jiang Ran would not forgive her.

Upon hearing the name "Jiang Ran," Cui Ying's fingers, which were stroking Jiang Yi's hair, suddenly stopped.

Jiang Ran...

She silently repeated the two words in her mind, her expression momentarily dazed.

If her daughter hadn't died young, she should have been named this too...

Renran, Jiang Ren and Jiang Ran, the names of the brother and sister together mean the slow passage of time, and are her and her husband's deepest expectations for their two children.

The siblings grew up together, sharing peaceful and harmonious times, and lived a stable and peaceful life, slowly moving forward together.

She decided on that name when she was eight months pregnant, leaning against the window basking in the sun, and flipping through the entire dictionary word by word.

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Later, the child was lost, and the name was like a key locked deep in a drawer, never mentioned again, but she never forgot it.

She didn't know what the child named Jiang Ran looked like, but just hearing the name made a long-dormant corner of her heart feel as if it had been gently tapped by a tiny hand.

Jiang Yi didn't notice her aunt's distraction and continued to recount in detail how Su Qing had swatted the blond-haired man away with just one hand.

Jiang Ren, who was leaning against the armrest of the sofa, noticed it.

His gaze lingered for a moment on his mother's suddenly frozen fingertips, then he naturally sat up straight and took over the conversation in a casual tone.

He told Jiang Yi that although you might think what you did was just a few words, to others, those words were more painful than a slap in the face.

You think you can get forgiveness just by apologizing? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Moreover, you weren't just insulting someone else, you were insulting their only sister.

Her sister is so good to her, do you think she will forgive you?

Jiang Yi lowered her head, shook it, and sniffed.

She thought about it and realized she wouldn't forgive him either.

Jiang Ren looked at her earnest and reflective expression, softened her tone, and told her that if she wanted to mend the relationship, the simplest way was to be nice to her and let her actions show that she had truly changed.

This method may be slow and time-consuming, but it is the most suitable method for her at present.

Moreover, spending more time with Jiang Ran would also benefit Jiang Yi herself; Jiang Ran is academically excellent, a good person, and has a beautiful older sister…

When she finished the last half of the sentence, Jiang Ren cleared her throat, picked up the water glass on the coffee table, took a sip, and mumbled, "This is off-topic."

Cui Ying was brought back to her senses by his last ambiguous "off-topic" remark. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with the scrutiny unique to a mother.

Jiang Ren held the water glass even higher, covering half of her face, and focused intently on studying the non-existent patterns on the rim of the glass.

Jiang Yi was oblivious to this subtle interlude. She was busy making a huge decision in her heart. The biggest decision a seven-year-old could make was to become friends with someone she had once bullied.

She wrapped the blanket around herself, jumped off the sofa, ran to the entryway to get her small schoolbag, took out the dirty textbooks and pencil case, wiped them clean one by one, and then looked up at Shen Ruoyun to announce her plan.

Tomorrow at school, she needs to apologize to Jiang Ran properly, then the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, until Jiang Ran forgives her, and then they can play together again.

Seeing Jiang Yi's determined look, Cui Ying smiled with relief. However, the name Jiang Ran still lingered in her mind. Just as she was about to ask about the girl named Jiang Ran, her phone beeped with a message notification.

She opened it and her expression turned somewhat strange.

Cui Jiayi...