Bai Yichen was giving her undue credit. How could she have known that Huzi would come over, let alone that he hadn’t eaten breakfast? She hadn’t thought to save breakfast for anyone.

Sure enough, as Huzi munched on his breakfast, he turned his head toward An Xin and said with a mouthful of food, “Oh, sister-in-law, you thought of me and saved me some breakfast. Thank you so much!”

An Xin: “…”

Well, that certainly earned her some good will.

Being a young man, Huzi finished his breakfast in no time. Before Bai Yichen and Huzi left, Bai Yichen gave An Xin a meaningful look and said, “Don’t worry. I’m leaving now, and I’ve already said what needed to be said. Just stay in the hospital and rest today. I’ve told Mom that we had to go out on some errands, so you know what to do, right?”

An Xin: “…”

Of course, she knew. She knew all too well—he was telling her not to appear in front of Chen Hongyan. But staying at home and playing the patient obediently? That was not going to happen.

As soon as Bai Yichen and Huzi left, An Xin lay in her hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to give her an IV drip and take her temperature. Once everything was confirmed to be fine, she happily headed out.

Since Kaizi and the others were running cargo today, An Xin couldn’t drive the taxi, lest she be seen in the city. But there was no rule saying she couldn’t sell goods at the train station. After driving the taxi in the provincial city for so many days, she’d built up a customer base. Maybe she’d run into one or two returning customers who wanted to buy more.

Money was a good thing, and she needed to earn more of it.

With that thought, An Xin felt invigorated. Her body, which had felt weak moments before, now brimmed with energy, and she walked with a confident stride.

She flagged down a taxi at the gate. Luckily, the driver was friendly, and An Xin managed to snag a burlap sack from him. Soon, she arrived at the bustling train station. Holding the sack, she strolled around to make sure there were no familiar faces. Once she was confident, she found a hidden corner, picked up a discarded newspaper, and sat down to bide her time.

Obviously, displaying the goods from her warehouse openly was unrealistic at a train station. She had to bide her time and hope for returning customers. Her plan was simple: if she saw any familiar faces, she would casually approach them, strike up a conversation, and see if they were interested in buying. If they were, she’d take them somewhere more private and retrieve the items from her sack.

With the sack in hand as a cover, she was perfectly equipped for this kind of discreet business.

Whether it was sheer determination or some divine intervention, An Xin’s wait wasn’t long before a train arrived at the station. Amidst the throng of passengers, she spotted a few familiar faces.

Quickly grabbing her sack, An Xin walked through the crowd, heading directly toward her targets.

Three meters, two meters, one meter…

Her pace quickened, and she bumped into the two people ahead of her. She had calculated the force perfectly; the collision was just strong enough for a slight jostle. Then came an exaggerated, anxious voice speaking awkward Mandarin.

“Oh my god, who bumped into me?”

An Xin looked up, appearing embarrassed as she met the eyes of the woman she’d “accidentally” bumped into. Her face flushed with guilt, and she quickly apologized.

“I’m sorry!”

Then, as if realizing something, An Xin covered her mouth in mock surprise.

“Kelly, it’s you!”

The woman she’d bumped into was indeed Kelly, the first customer she’d sold goods to, alongside her husband, Edward.

Kelly’s eyes widened in surprise as she recognized An Xin, her disbelief giving way to delight.

“An Xin, it’s really you! What a coincidence.”

Even Edward, who usually wore a stern expression, softened when he saw An Xin. He exchanged a glance with his wife and then walked forward with a smile.

Feigning enthusiasm, An Xin warmly hugged them both.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Kelly spoke up.

“An Xin, where are you headed? Or where are you coming from?”

An Xin stood there, holding a large burlap sack, looking a bit travel-worn. Sarah assumed she must have just returned from somewhere, just like them.

Edward chimed in, “Yes, An Xin, did you just get off the train?”

With a gentle smile, An Xin shrugged and said, “As you can see, I have some friends up north who needed my goods. I delivered them personally a few days ago and just made it back today.”

The provincial city they were in was situated in the southern part of the country, known locally as Yun City. The more developed and open cities were mostly up north. An Xin’s fabricated identity from before worked perfectly to create believable stories and itineraries.

“Oh, I see!”

It seemed they had been on the same train, just not in the same carriage.

Edward and Kelly had also just returned to Yun City from the north.

Edward looked understanding, though he subtly exchanged a glance with Kelly, a look that hinted at something unsaid.

An Xin noticed their silent communication but chose the moment to speak up.

“There’s an old Chinese saying: ‘A planned meeting is not as good as a chance encounter.’ Since we’ve bumped into each other here at the train station, why don’t I treat you to a cup of coffee at the café we visited last time?”

She made an inviting gesture.

Kelly turned to Edward and said, “Well, thank you for the kind invitation. We did just get off the train, so a cup of coffee would be nice to relax.”

An Xin shrugged and smiled radiantly.

“It’s my pleasure. This way, please.”

The three of them quickly got into a taxi and headed to the café they’d visited before. An Xin skillfully ordered the same drinks they had last time, even remembering their preferences—Edward’s coffee with less sugar and milk, and Sarah’s with more sugar and milk.

This was a skill An Xin had honed in her past life, where frequent social gatherings meant she always made an effort to remember people’s preferences. Even if it was just coffee, she could recall the exact taste each person liked.