"Yan Yan, there's flower tea, fruits, and snacks here. Take whatever you want, don't be restrained in your own home!" Li Yuanfu indulged.
Qing Yan lifted the teacup and took a sip of the tea.
The ordinary Dahongpao tea did not have such a taste and aroma, except for the ancient tree tea that was over three hundred years old on Wuyi Mountain.
In the Qing Dynasty, such rare tea varieties were only enjoyed by the emperor.
At a recent auction, one gram of such a mother tree Dahongpao tea cost ten thousand.
She took another sip and the clear tea fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth, with an endless aftertaste. It was a top-quality tea.
"Yan Yan, have some snacks..." Song Qiaoying pushed the snacks in front of Qing Yan and spoke with mixed emotions. "Back then, Mom didn't mean to lose you."
"I know." Faced with her mother's sadness, Qing Yan softened a bit. Who would deliberately lose their own child?
"How did you find me?"
"Recently, the Lu family issued a missing person notice, mentioning what happened back then. After I accidentally saw it, I felt uneasy in my heart and had nightmares for several days. That's why I asked your father to investigate."
"After the investigation, we found out that you are our real flesh and blood, and the daughter we raised for eighteen years is not our biological daughter..."
Speaking of the sad part, Song Qiaoying burst into tears. "I'm sorry, it's our parents' fault that you were left to be raised by others."
Li Yuanfu also felt guilty on the side. "Dad was confused back then and didn't investigate clearly before bringing Yusha home. This time, we also checked her identity. Her birth mother died in that big fire, and her father's whereabouts are unknown. After all, we have raised her for eighteen years, it's not good to kick her out of the house... So we want to discuss with you and let her continue to stay in this family. From now on, you are the elder sister, and she is the younger sister. Is that okay?"
After raising her for eighteen years, even if it was a dog, there would be feelings, not to mention Li Yusha, who was outstanding in all aspects!
Qing Yan understood their intentions and her expression was indifferent. "It's fine if you decide, I have no objection."
Song Qiaoying breathed a sigh of relief. Her daughter was really too kind!
"Then, let Mom take you upstairs for a tour?"
Passing by the piano room on the second floor, Song Qiaoying casually asked, "My obedient daughter, do you have any hobbies or interests?"
"I do." Qing Yan casually said two words: "Making money."
On the side, Li Yuanfu's mouth twitched, "Hahaha... Like father, like daughter. When I was young, I also liked making money! I didn't expect our interests and hobbies to be the same!"
"Nonsense!" Song Qiaoying ruthlessly exposed him, "Back then, you clearly liked chasing girls!"
Li Yuanfu's expression froze, and he desperately tried to defend himself, "At that time, only you made my heart flutter... Chasing you was more important than making money..."
"..." Qingyan looked away and glanced inadvertently out the window. She noticed a small runway in the backyard with three planes parked on it, one of which was a Boeing 747sp, a globally limited edition worth 1.4 billion RMB, identical to the aircraft owned by the Emir of Qatar.
"Qingyan, this is your room. Do you like it?" Song Qiaoying opened the door, anticipating her daughter's praise.
What she saw was a room filled with pink. The curtains, bed, wardrobe, and even the desk were all pink.
"Your mother said that girls like pink, so she specially decorated a princess room for you!" Li Yuanfu breathed dramatically in the room, "Can you feel the sweetness in the air?"
"If you don't like it, it's okay... Your mother has prepared several other rooms for you!" Li Yuanfu showed her the adjacent rooms, including a Mediterranean style, an European noble style, and a modern minimalist style, since they weren't sure which style Qingyan preferred.
"I'll take this one," Qingyan picked the simplest room.
"Then rest for a while. Mom and Dad still have a surprise for you!" Song Qiaoying held Qingyan's hand, "When Auntie calls you later, come downstairs, okay?"
As the first gift for their daughter, they felt a bit nervous.
Qingyan understood their feelings and nodded obediently.
After settling in her room, Qingyan took out her phone and sent a WeChat message.
"Do you still have Yixin grass?"
The other party quickly called her, with a soft and cute voice, "Qingyan, are you going to make Yixin pills with Yixin grass again? Did you discover a business opportunity after seeing the sky-high prices of Yixin pills on the black market recently?"
Upon hearing her clear laughter, Qingyan lightly smiled and said, "That's one aspect."
"The other aspect is about Madam Lu's condition, right?" said the girl speaking, named Nan Qiao, who was her good friend and partner, and knew her very well.
"To be able to sell a Yixin pill for 10 million, and to save Madam Lu with just one more, it's such a great thing. But I only have one left on my side."
Yixin grass is highly effective in treating heart diseases, but it's also very expensive for its small size. Its rarity is the main reason for its high price, with only a few appearing in auctions each time. The one remaining in Nan Qiao's hand was bought at a high price from someone else.
Other buyers may only study its components and not know its true value, as well as how to turn it into a finished product and maximize its effects. But Qingyan was different. She combined Yixin grass with other herbs to make Yixin pills.
With just one small pill, it was the only lifeline for heart disease patients who were sentenced to death by doctors. As soon as it appeared, it was snatched up.
In Nan Qiao's mind, Yixin grass could only reach its maximum value in Qingyan's hands, and not be wasted or mishandled.
"Do you need it urgently? I can bring it to you now," Qingyan asked.
"No need. I'll come to you in a few days. The place I live in now is closer to your house," Qingyan briefly explained her recent discovery of her true roots to Nan Qiao.
"What? You're not the biological daughter of Lu Zhenhai? How could such a melodramatic thing happen to you..." Nan Qiao was surprised by how much the world had changed in just a few days. "Since the Lu family treated you that way, why do you still want to save Madam Lu?"
"She has done me a favor," Qingyan replied.
Growing up, while Lu Zhenhai and Xu Aiqin were busy with their careers, it was Madam Lu who raised her. Now that Madam Lu was critically ill, Qingyan couldn't just sit idly by.
"Madam Lu's life was extended by you. Lu Zhenhai still thinks that he could keep Madam Lu alive for so many years in a VIP ward with a caretaker just by using his money. If it wasn't for you repeatedly pulling Madam Lu back from the brink of death... where would he be now without his mother?" Qingyan's eyes grew darker, but she remained silent.