Madam Rong recounted the recent events when her daughter inquired.
Rong Yan was somewhat surprised by the details... these were things she didn’t know about.
After a moment of thought, she said, "There’s something fishy about this, and besides, why did Old Man Qin not demand it back for such a long time, but now he does? Don’t tell me it’s because you’ve come..."
Madam Rong’s thoughts matched her daughter’s.
"So what is it really about?"
Rong Yan raised an eyebrow and scoffed coldly, "It’s very likely that someone came looking for it, so he remembered it. His purpose was to get back the Redwood Box, hence, it’s very likely that the box is crucial and might be evidence of kinship."
Rong Wenming nodded, quite pleased, "My Yanyan has indeed grown up; even her mind has become much sharper."
Upon hearing this, Rong Yan’s forehead creased with a line of imaginary black lines, ’What do you mean I’ve grown up... and become smarter?’
"Dad, I’ve always been smart."
Even if she hadn’t tested it, her IQ was very high.
Rong Wenming’s gaze was tender, full of doting affection, "Yes, yes, yes, you’ve always been smart, smart from a young age, even smarter now..."
Rong Yan: ...
Madam Rong watched the father and daughter shamelessly bragging... one really dared to boast, the other really dared to praise.
"Not embarrassed, nor afraid others will laugh."
Rong Yan raised an eyebrow, "Mom, you’re wrong there. What I’m saying is simply the truth. Why would that be laughable? Do you think I’m stupid?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Rong nearly rolled her eyes. If you were smart, you wouldn’t have let Rong Manman scheme you all the way here.
"...I’m not going to argue with you anymore; I’m going to cook. I’ll make something delicious for you tonight."
Thinking about the rich dinner, she didn’t stop for a second.
These days, words are empty; filling the belly is what truly matters. If they could have some meat and fish every few days, those would be the best days.
Rong Yan turned to her father, seeing his complexion looking a bit off, she then said, "Dad, I’ll help you into the house to rest."
"I’m fine..." Rong Wenming started to say he felt quite alright.
But Rong Yan interrupted him, "Your complexion doesn’t look too good, and your body is still weak. You shouldn’t stand too long. Let’s go! I’ll help you inside. Tomorrow, I’ll have to change your medication, and mom’s medicinal soup you must eat well, it will help you recover faster. In less than three months, you’ll be running and jumping."
Rong Wenming:... ?
Running and jumping? That’s really not necessary; he’s quite old.
All he wanted was to be healthy enough to walk without gasping and do some things within his ability. That would be enough for him.
Otherwise, burdening his wife and daughter like this, he would be nothing but a burden while alive.
Rong Yan helped her father enter his room.
She also checked his pulse while there; it wasn’t too bad.
"Dad, actually, I have Qin Ye’s Redwood Box."
Rong Wenming:...
He was a bit shocked, "Didn’t Qin Ye say he sold it? How is it with you?"
"Oh, he gave it to me before I came home, claiming it as a family heirloom." Rong Yan replied. She had seen the wood box but never opened it. She had kept this very small box in her space; it was not large.



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