When Song Suisui saw Song Jianjun, Ma Xiumei, and the others, her internal alarm bells went off!  

She quickly put on a flattering smile, stood up, and looked at Ma Xiumei with an ingratiating expression.  

But Ma Xiumei completely ignored her gaze. Instead, she glared at her, her eyes clearly saying, “Just wait till we get home, you little brat—I’ll teach you a lesson!”

The others also looked at her with reproach, though their eyes were filled with concern as well.  

Song Niannian walked up to her and reached out to touch her, only to realize she was still wearing wet clothes.  

“You—still in wet clothes! What if you catch a cold?” she scolded gently.  

Then she pulled out a bundle and said, “Go change into these dry clothes. I brought them for you.”  

Hearing this, Song Suisui took the bundle, flashed a grateful smile, and chirped, “Got it! Thanks, sis!”  

After changing into dry clothes, the Song family immediately whisked her home.  

“What the heck? They wouldn’t let me go home earlier, but as soon as Mom and Dad showed up, I could leave…”  

Song Suisui grumbled under her breath. Her eldest brother heard her and patted her head. “Now that the matter’s settled, of course you can go home.”  

Though it seemed like Qin Luyuan had been the one clinging to Song Suisui and preventing her from leaving, the Qin family hadn’t actually intended to let her go.  

In their eyes, Song Suisui’s appearance had been too coincidental, making them suspect that she might have known about the Qin family’s situation and was trying to take advantage of it.  

So while Song Suisui was at the police station, the Qin family had mobilized all their connections in Xinghai City to investigate her.  

Though the information gathered in such a short time wasn’t detailed, the initial findings showed that Song Suisui was a local who had grown up in the area, and her family background was clean.  

Thus, when her parents arrived and the Qin family saw the Songs, they naturally let Song Suisui leave without further ado.  

Before leaving, Song Niannian subtly glanced at Qin Mulin.  

Qin Mulin was sharp and immediately noticed.  

Fortunately, Song Niannian had already averted her gaze and left the station with her family.  

“Why is he here?” Song Niannian murmured under her breath, so quietly it was almost inaudible.  

If she wasn’t mistaken, the young man standing next to Suisui just now was Qin Mulin—the same Qin Mulin who would later become famous!  

As far as she knew, shouldn’t he be in Beijing at this time?  

“Sis, what did you say?” Song Suisui thought she was talking to her.  

“Nothing. I was just wondering if you should go to the hospital for a check-up.”  

Song Suisui shook her head. “Nah, I’m fine. I’ll drink some ginger soup when I get home and sleep it off.”  

She felt perfectly healthy and saw no need for a hospital visit.  

Besides, hospitals in this era weren’t exactly reliable.  

The good doctors had either been sent down for “re-education” or gone into hiding.  

The ones left were mostly mediocre—though there might still be a few decent ones, she just didn’t like hospitals.  

It was just a bit of cold exposure, not some serious illness. No need to make a fuss.  

On the way home, they ran into Song Tong, who was rushing over in a panic.  

The moment he saw Song Suisui, he scrutinized her from head to toe, making sure she wasn’t missing any limbs, before finally relaxing.  

“Song Suisui, you’ve really outdone yourself this time! Ended up in a police station…” He glared at her.  

Song Suisui sighed. Before their parents, eldest brother, or sister could even scold her, her second brother had already started.  

Song Jianjun and Ma Xiumei knew their children were grown and had their pride, so they didn’t reprimand Song Suisui in public.  

But since her second brother had started, they didn’t stop him either.  

After all, their youngest deserved a good talking-to today.

What kind of heroics is a little girl like her trying to pull? If she didn’t know how to swim and something had happened, wouldn’t that have shattered her parents’ hearts?

Knowing she was in the wrong, Song Suisui endured Song Tong’s lecturing the whole way home without arguing back.  

After all, she knew her parents, eldest brother, and sister had only held back at the police station and in front of the Qin family to save her face. Once they got home, she was definitely in for a full-blown interrogation. If she let Song Tong vent now, maybe he’d go easier on her later.  

One less scolding was still a win—otherwise, her head would be spinning!  

Just as Song Suisui had expected, the moment they got home, Song Jianjun and Ma Xiumei’s expressions turned stern.  

Seeing the table full of cold, untouched dishes, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.  

But she didn’t have time to dwell on it—because Ma Xiumei had already rolled up her sleeves, grabbed her ear, and started berating her.  

“Ow—Mom, go easy! That hurts!”  

“Go easy? Hmph! If I go any easier, will you be flying to the heavens next time?”  

“Who would do that? The ground’s just fine—why would I go to the heavens?”  

Song Suisui tried to joke her way out of trouble, but a mother was still a mother—no matter how old the child, they could never escape their mom’s iron grip.  

She shot pleading looks at her siblings, but all three ignored her, determined to let her fully experience their mother’s discipline.  

Wahhh— So playing pitiful wasn’t working. Ma Xiumei wasn’t buying it. Song Jianjun might have wanted to ask his wife to go easier, but before he could even open his mouth, Ma Xiumei shut him down with a glare.  

All he could do was silently apologize to his daughter in his heart.  

Dejected, Song Suisui endured a full hour of scolding. Only after she made a series of promises did Ma Xiumei finally let her go, satisfied.  

Song Suisui couldn’t help but exhale in relief.  

Her siblings took one look at her and thought, Serves you right.

Trying to be a hero? A little girl like her should’ve called for help if something seemed off—charging in recklessly without thinking was just asking to be scammed. What would she do in the future?  

Unbeknownst to her, Song Suisui had already been labeled a reckless fool in her siblings’ minds!  

Song Suisui: “…”

Ma Xiumei reheated the food, and after everyone ate, she prepared a pot of ginger soup with brown sugar for Song Suisui. Before bed, she forced her to down two big bowls and left fever medicine and water in her room in case she developed a fever overnight.  

Exhausted, Song Suisui bundled herself up in her blankets and fell asleep after drinking the soup.  

Right before drifting off, she felt like she’d forgotten something…  

But sleepiness took over, and if she couldn’t remember, she wasn’t going to stress about it.  

FF sobbed: Master, you forgot about me!

…

At the hospital, Qin Luyuan developed a fever in the middle of the night. When he woke up and didn’t see Song Suisui, he burst into tears, crying for his “sister.”  

Qin Luyuan’s mother tried to soothe him for a long time but had no success. Helpless, she turned to Qin Mulin, who was also keeping watch.  

“Xiao Lin, do you think we should go to the Song family and ask that girl to come?”  

She knew the other party wasn’t obligated to help, but as a mother, she was selfish—if it could comfort her child, she naturally hoped Song Suisui would come.  

Qin Mulin glanced at her and said, “She already saved Xiao Yuan. Morally and logically, she’s done more than enough. Besides, sister-in-law, you wouldn’t want Xiao Yuan to become overly dependent on Miss Song, right?”  

Hearing this, she dismissed the idea of asking Song Suisui to come.  

Qin Mulin wasn’t unaffected by his little nephew’s crying, but as he’d just said, Song Suisui had already gone above and beyond—she wasn’t obligated to help them comfort a child.  

Moreover, he could tell the Song family didn’t want to get involved with them.  

After reviewing Song Suisui’s file in his elder brother’s office, Qin Mulin’s impression of her was that she was bold.  

After all, not everyone dared to buy a job in the black market.  

When he read that she was the notorious “Sister Sui,” the undisputed fight queen of her neighborhood, a glimmer of amusement flashed in his eyes.  

It wasn’t mockery—just genuine interest.  

He’d met girls who could fight before, but to make an entire district fear her? Just how formidable was she?  

Meanwhile, Song Suisui, who was fast asleep, had no idea her “Sister Sui” reputation had been uncovered.  

Ever since transmigrating, she’d been too busy job-hunting to get into fights.  

Lately, the local troublemakers in her neighborhood, noticing her long absence, had started getting bold again.  

Perhaps thanks to her robust health, Song Suisui slept soundly through the night and woke up the next morning without a trace of fever.  

Her family had already agreed to help her take a day off work, so she didn’t have to go in today.  

After lazing in bed for a while, she finally got up—still oblivious to FF’s existence.  

FF, who had been anxiously waiting, felt utterly hopeless. What sin had it committed to end up with such a neglectful host?!

After a brief internal lament, FF decided that instead of waiting for her to remember, it would just remind her itself.  

[Host, have you forgotten about me?]

Song Suisui had just thrown off the blankets when FF’s aggrieved voice suddenly rang in her head, startling her so badly she shivered.  

Honestly, she still found the whole “three-system switch” thing unreliable, so she’d deliberately distanced herself from relying on them.  

Thanks to the first slacker system, she’d already earned a tidy sum—enough to last her until the Reform and Opening Up.  

Her portable space might be small, but it was fully functional, and she was perfectly content with it.  

As for FF, this outdated farm-and-steal-crops-style system… she wasn’t sure what to do with it.  

Grow vegetables?  

She vaguely remembered the beginner farm had four acres of land.  

Four acres?! That would take forever to tend to!  

Such backbreaking labor? No thanks.  

(FF couldn’t read her mind, or it would’ve burst into dramatic sobs on the spot.)  

Even though Song Suisui wasn’t keen on FF, its sudden outburst still made her feel a twinge of guilt—  

Wait, why should she feel guilty?  

“Oh~ So that’s what I forgot yesterday—you!”  

Pulling on her clothes, she asked, “What, do you need something?”  

FF was stunned. How could she ask that so shamelessly?!

Didn’t she realize how amazing FF Farm was?!  

After a brief existential crisis, FF dutifully launched into an explanation of the farm’s features.  

Meanwhile, Song Suisui’s mind raced: Why is FF so insistent on me farming ASAP to unlock the livestock and aquaculture features? Is there some hidden agenda?

FF’s eagerness only deepened her suspicion.  

FF was on the verge of tears. It was just a newly created system with zero experience—of course it came off as overly pushy!  

Not that Song Suisui would outright ask FF’s motives. Its panic worked in her favor.  

The more desperate it acted, the more likely it was to slip up.  

This FF doesn’t seem too bright anyway. It’ll expose itself eventually—I’ll just wait it out.