Reborn as a Rich Woman in the Eighties
Chapter 443 - 442 What Do We Have to Talk About

Chapter 443: Chapter 442 What Do We Have to Talk About

Lin Xia was very wary of Song Zhiyi, "What does it matter to you where I go?"

In this place, she was truly unfamiliar with everything. Compared to him, a southerner, she could easily be at a disadvantage.

Song Zhiyi smiled amiably and waved his hand, "Don’t get me wrong! I come here often, so I’m quite familiar with the area.

I can see that it’s probably your first time here. If you need any help, just say the word! We’re friends now, aren’t we!"

Lin Xia politely declined, "Thank you! But I don’t need it! It’s better for us to go our separate ways!" She didn’t want any further interactions with him.

She wasn’t here just to wander around for fun; she also wanted to procure some goods to take back. Attracting unwanted attention could very well be dangerous.

Seeing her determination, Song Zhiyi maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and didn’t press further, "Alright then! May we meet again if it’s meant to be!"

"Goodbye!" Lin Xia said indifferently, nodding at him before she followed the crowd out of the train station.

Lin Xia looked at the city, which was somewhat more bustling than the provincial capital, but she wasn’t particularly amazed—after all, she had witnessed many new things in the 1990s, such as skyscrapers and cars.

The buildings and streets at this time looked worn and old, and she felt they weren’t as wonderful as she had imagined.

Lin Xia asked for directions and walked towards a relatively large hotel nearby.

Song Zhiyi watched Lin Xia’s receding figure with a profound gaze, then gestured to someone in a particular direction. A young man in a white shirt and jeans who looked rather plain came over quickly.

"Follow that girl! Be careful not to let her notice!"

"Yes!" The man nodded respectfully and quickly went on his way.

Song Zhiyi also left the area and arrived at the door of a small western-style house.

He pressed the doorbell, and soon someone came to open the door.

The elder was pleased to see him and bowed respectfully, "Zhiyi is back!"

Song Zhiyi smiled and greeted Uncle Liu, "Just arrived! Is my dad at home?"

"He just got back not long ago, in the study!"

"Alright!" Song Zhiyi followed Uncle Liu inside the house.

In the study, Song Yinran, Zhiyi’s father, was browsing through documents. Looking up and seeing his son return, he raised an eyebrow, "You still remember to come back?"

Song Yinran appeared to be in his fifties, with a slicked back hairstyle, bushy "longevity" eyebrows above a pair of wise and spirited eyes. His large nose was particularly prominent on his face, and his thin lips were tightly drawn, exuding a sense of severity.

"Of course!" If it were any other time, Song Zhiyi would have surely joked around with his father, but he had more important matters to discuss now.

"Dad! I met a girl on the train who looks remarkably like my mom!"

He hurried back just to tell his father about this encounter, because after analyzing the situation, he was certain that Xia Lin, the girl in question, would not react kindly if he were to approach her alone, making it even less likely to get any information from her.

Song Yinran asked, "Really? How similar?"

He knew that people resembling others were not unheard of, some bearing a striking likeness, others merely a resemblance.

Taking a few steps to the desk, Song Zhiyi said, "Dad! Very similar! I suspect she might be related to the person our grandfather’s family has been searching for for many years!"

Even when he was young, he knew that in addition to his uncles, his grandfather’s family had lost an aunt when she was a child.

His mother, when she was alive, often mentioned this.

Regrettably, even after several decades, no clues had surfaced; searching amidst a vast sea of people had turned up nothing.

Seeing his certainty, Song Yinran’s interest was piqued, "Oh? Is she here now?"

Sometimes, despite careful planning, certain endeavors fail to flourish, while unexpected ones may prosper.

Song Zhiyi nodded, "Yes! I’ve got Ahua keeping an eye on her! There shouldn’t be any problems!"

"Okay! Then we might as well ask around and see if there really is a connection, and if we find the person through this, we can also resolve one of your grandfather’s worries!" Song Yinran exclaimed, "And your mother’s as well..."

Lin Xia, who knew nothing about this, took a refreshing bath and then fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, it was the growling of her stomach that roused her.

Having slept, Lin Xia felt as if both her spirits and her body had recovered quite a bit.

She got herself ready, changed clothes, and stepped out of the room, ready to have something delicious to replenish herself.

Unexpectedly, she saw Song Zhiyi sitting with a man of large build near the hotel bar counter.

Seeing her emergence, the two stood up at the same time.

Lin Xia was particularly unhappy at the sight; she felt as though she was being tracked and followed.

Why was Song Zhiyi persistently following her, and what could his purpose be?

She asked with a cold face, "Why are you here?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the man beside Song Zhiyi, whose eyes were filled with incredulity and reminiscence as he looked at her.

Song Zhiyi offered a gentle smile, "What a coincidence, you’re staying here too!"

Lin Xia snorted coldly, "Oh! So you’re staying here too? How very coincidental!"

This place wasn’t run by her family; he was free to stay if he wished.

Lin Xia made up her mind that she definitely couldn’t stay in this place for long.

She decided to ignore him; after all, she carried her important belongings with her, and changing locations wouldn’t be difficult.

But Song Zhiyi stopped Lin Xia, "Xia Lin! May we have a serious talk with you?"

Lin Xia looked at his outstretched arm with disdain and frowned, "What is there to talk about!"

They had only met on the train. Even if she resembled his mother, what did that prove?

Song Zhiyi pleaded earnestly, "Xia Lin! Can you give us just a few minutes of your time? It wasn’t convenient on the train, so I didn’t ask you some things."

Seeing his determination, Lin Xia thought that if she refused outright, it might lead to complications. It would be better to hear what they had to say.

"Fine! Let’s talk here then, I’m listening to what you have to say!"

Truth be told, she was not without curiosity herself; after all, there aren’t many people who look like her, and she knew full well that her mother had no connection with Yu Qiushui.

But as for her mother’s background, to be honest, she really didn’t want to delve too deeply.

If her mother were still alive, she would have helped her trace her roots, but her mother had passed away years ago. What use would it be to find those people now?

Was her mother abandoned as a baby or what exactly happened—after decades, who could know the real truth?

And now they were living well; she didn’t want to encounter troublesome relatives that would only add to her burdens.

Song Zhiyi looked around and couldn’t help but click his tongue, this environment! It was indeed not the right place for serious discussions.

But he also understood, this was the greatest concession Xia Lin was willing to make.

Who could blame them? They were strangers and, moreover, men.

If he were a young lady, he wouldn’t dare to accompany strangers so heedlessly either.

"Alright! I’ll get straight to the point then! Do you resemble your mother?"

Lin Xia pondered to herself, could they really be her mother’s relatives? Wouldn’t that be a little too coincidental?

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and nodded indifferently, "Somewhat, yes!"

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