On the Song family’s side, everyone grew worried as Song Suisui still hadn’t returned home even after dark.  

Song Tong hadn’t been assigned any long-distance tasks recently and came home later than usual that day. When he heard that Song Suisui still hadn’t returned by this hour, he immediately volunteered to ride his bicycle out to look for her.  

It was dinnertime, and the streets were nearly empty. Song Tong pedaled his bicycle at a speed that could rival a car.  

When he arrived at the machinery factory, he asked at the security post, only to learn that the factory had already closed for the day, and the procurement department staff had left long ago.  

This made Song Tong even more anxious.  

He rode around the area for a while but couldn’t find his younger sister anywhere.  

With no other choice, he turned his bike back home, this time riding slower.  

He kept a sharp eye out for any sign of Suisui among the pedestrians on the road.  

Unfortunately, he made it all the way home without catching a glimpse of her.  

When he arrived, he was met with an empty house.  

Just then, a neighbor from next door came over and said, “Song Tong! You’d better hurry to the police station! An officer came by earlier and asked your parents to go there. It seems something happened to your Suisui.”  

The moment Song Tong heard this, he didn’t hesitate. He turned his bike around and raced toward the police station as fast as he could.  

The neighbor watched him leave, muttering to themselves before heading back inside.  

“I always said that girl Suisui’s temper would land her in trouble sooner or later…”  

…  

Over at the police station, the eldest brother of the Qin family and his wife watched as their son clung tightly to Song Suisui, refusing to let go. They leaned in to coax him into releasing her.  

But Qin Luyuan remained unmoved. Even when his parents tried to pull him away, he refused to loosen his grip and even burst into loud sobs.  

Once again, Song Suisui found herself playing the role of a child-soothing tool.  

She couldn’t understand why this child was so attached to her.  

Even if she had saved him, that didn’t mean he should ignore his own parents.  

Qin Mulin sat beside her, unfazed by his little nephew’s clinginess toward Song Suisui.  

Still, he felt this wasn’t quite appropriate. After all, Miss Song was the boy’s savior, not his nanny.  

At first, the Qin family had even suspected that Song Suisui might have conspired with the captured woman to stage this whole incident.  

But after further investigation—and considering how she had slipped away without leaving her name after doing a good deed—the Qin family dismissed the idea that Song Suisui had orchestrated Qin Luyuan’s kidnapping.  

After all, she had been completely open and honest, without a trace of pretense.

When it came to judging people, the eldest Qin brother considered himself fairly perceptive.  

This Miss Song had clear, upright eyes—she didn’t seem like the scheming type.  

Qin Luyuan had gone through quite the ordeal today—first being drugged unconscious, then nearly drowning.  

By now, he had long cried himself to exhaustion. So when no one tried to pull him away anymore, he wrapped his arms around Song Suisui, rested his chin on her shoulder, and fell asleep.  

Feeling that he was asleep, Suisui gently patted his back a few times before handing the child over to his mother.  

“You should take him to the hospital. After all the shock and cold he’s been through, he’ll probably run a fever tonight.”  

Suisui knew children were especially vulnerable to fright, so she made sure to remind them out of concern.  

“Thank you!”  

Qin Luyuan’s mother bowed deeply to Song Suisui before hurrying off to the hospital with her son.  

Truthfully, she had wanted to take him to the hospital much earlier, but while he was awake, he absolutely refused to let her or her husband hold him—he would only cling to this young woman.  

She hadn’t wanted to forcibly separate them, so she had no choice but to wait until Qin Luyuan tired himself out and fell asleep before she could take him away.  

She had just been thinking of how to ask Song Suisui when, to her surprise, the girl proactively handed the child over.  

With the “hot potato” finally out of her hands, Song Suisui let out a long exhale. Her expression—like someone who had narrowly escaped disaster—drew a quiet laugh from Qin Mulin, who had been observing her the whole time.  

Hearing his chuckle, Suisui glanced at him but said nothing before turning away.  

She had already recognized him.  

Wasn’t this the handsome man she had shared a table with at the state-run restaurant on the night of her business trip to the capital?!  

Who would’ve thought she’d end up saving this very man’s nephew?  

Tsk tsk… What kind of bizarre fate was this?!  

Sitting by the brazier to warm herself, Suisui couldn’t help but admire the man’s looks—though her soaked clothes made her so uncomfortable that she quickly lost any appreciation for his handsome face.  

When the Song family arrived at the police station, they found Song Suisui huddled by the brazier, shivering with cold, her neck tucked in like a wronged little chick.  

It had to be said—the Song family’s filter toward Suisui was truly something else.