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Song Pearl and Qing Wenyu entered the hospital room to visit Mr. Wu. Mr. Wu had already regained consciousness and stared at Song Pearl for a while before speaking, "I'm sorry for scaring you earlier."
"It's fine, Mr. Wu," Song Pearl shook her head and returned his wallet to him. "I didn't bring enough money, so I took your wallet while you were unconscious, but I didn't touch any of the food inside."
Mr. Wu gestured with his eyes that everything was alright, and Song Pearl placed the wallet beside his pillow.
The hospital had arranged for dedicated caregivers, and after finishing her conversation, Song Pearl left the room.
"It's late; I'll drive you home."
Without waiting for Song Pearl's consent, Qing Wenyu pushed her into his car. Song Pearl leaned back in her seat without saying a word.
Qing Wenyu suddenly being so understanding was likely just to persuade her family to agree to move out and vacate the Fish Pond. There was no need to thank someone who helped with ulterior motives.
The next day was still uneventful. Song Pearl visited several hotels to find a market for her family's fish. Although she wasn't outright rejected like at the first hotel, she was turned down without exception.
"If you use our fish, we can offer half the price. Would that work?" Song Pearl gritted her teeth; if the big hotels wouldn't take her fish, she had to find out why.
"Miss, there are rules in our business. We've been instructed not to use the fish you're promoting," said the plump hotel owner politely.
"You know me?" Song Pearl asked in confusion, not understanding how they recognized her.
"Others have noted your age and appearance features, and there's a Tear Mole below your left eye, making it easy to identify you."
A Tear Mole below her left eye?
Song Pearl touched the corner of her eye, recalling how Liu Cuiying had discovered the mole years ago. It was said that having a Tear Mole was bad luck, so she had applied quicklime over it. She endured the itching and removed the quicklime a week later, but the skin underneath had peeled off while the mole remained unchanged.
She tried several methods afterward to get rid of it but found no success and decided to ignore it. Little did she know that as she aged, the mole grew as large as a mung bean.
"Having this feature is great; you'll never have to worry about mistaking me for someone else," Song Pearl thought it wasn't a flaw because she already had enough imperfections. The mole made her feel closer to her original appearance.
"Do you know what a Tear Mole is?"
After getting familiar with Hong Xinran, Hong Xinran repeatedly urged Song Pearl to get rid of her Tear Mole. Song Pearl told Hong Xinran that she didn't want to suffer anymore, as her parents had tried many methods without success.
If it weren't for needing to remove the Tear Mole, her skin might not have become as dark as it was now.
"A Tear Mole means I often cry. Because I have a Tear Mole, my tear glands are developed, and tears come without feeling sad," Song Pearl said casually.
"I used to have one too, but it was removed. My mom kept saying it would be bad for the future," Hong Xinran said as she took out her phone and started searching. "Let's look it up online and see if it's true..."
"It's just a mole; there's nothing to it—it's all superstition!" Song Pearl stopped Hong Xinran, as she, being a fairy from Ran Lake, never believed in such things.
"Wow, how romantic," Hong Xinran dodged Song Pearl's hand and showed her the information she found on her phone. "It seems your past life was quite tragic!"
Song Pearl saw the lines of text that Hong Xinran pointed out: A Tear Mole is a mark formed when a lover cried while holding her during her past life death, with tears falling on her face, serving as a sign for their reunion in the next life. Once someone has a Tear Mole and meets their destined person, they will never be apart for life until both pass away. She would also repay the tears of the other in this life! A Tear Mole is an imprint carved on the stone of three lives, a trace that cannot be erased even through reincarnation.
If that's really the case, why should I go looking for that destined person? He should come find me instead!
"Do you remember your past life?" After a brief moment of distraction, Song Pearl scoffed, "I think my current life is more tragic!"
"Come on, you've only lived a few years in this life!" Hong Xinran laughed and pushed her playfully, changing the subject.
Song Pearl thought that besides the Song Shiting couple and Hong Xinran, no one would notice the mole at the corner of her eye because she had always been an inconspicuous person. Her colleagues in the office often referred to her as "Hey, that pearl, can you get me a glass of water..."
Now she realized how important this mole was; it could allow strangers to recognize her instantly.
"Who informed you?" Song Pearl smiled slightly; she didn't want to casually influence others' perceptions since making a deal could still fall through later. However, asking for information was still acceptable.
"The Hotel Association notified us. You wouldn't understand this anyway; basically, no hotel will use your family's fish on this land, and it's likely your fish can't be sold at the fish market either," the restaurant owner said sympathetically as he put down his work and walked Song Pearl out. "Girl, your family must have offended someone; you might as well sell the Fish Pond and do something else!"
"Using both soft and hard tactics!" Song Pearl bit her lip. "Qing Wenyu, you're ruthless."
Qing Wenyu, who was listening to teachings at Qing Yuansheng's desk, sneezed several times in a row. He awkwardly grabbed a tissue from Qing Yuansheng's desk and rubbed his nose.
"What's wrong, caught a cold?" Qing Yuansheng paused the topic he was discussing and asked with concern, "Did you catch a chill last night while taking care of that patient with sudden illness, Wu Qiang?"
"No," Qing Wenyu said as he rubbed his nose and crossed his legs. "It might be because there are too many plants in your office; I'm allergic."
"Sit properly!" Qing Yuansheng scolded unhappily. "You can't just act so carefree after a few words; this isn't your home!"
Qing Wenyu fell silent for a moment, then straightened up to adopt a more composed posture. He looked up at Qing Yuansheng and asked, "Does the chairman have any other arrangements?"
"How is your relationship with Hong Xinran developing? Although I don't particularly like that girl, your marriage is related to Hongqing's future," Qing Yuansheng said, tapping his fingers on the table. "This year, Hong Dong suddenly proposed to retire early, and the entire group's profits and losses rest on our shoulders—mainly yours. If you don't settle things with his daughter this year, that old man might very well withdraw his shares and funds, leading us to part ways."
"Then we can also withdraw our funds and apply for bankruptcy," Qing Wenyu replied.
"Are you saying I've wronged you?" Qing Yuansheng angrily threw a document in front of him at Qing Wenyu, who raised his hand to catch it.
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