Mu Shaoqian was in a daze because of what Mu Jingheng had just said, when suddenly Ning Zitong’s voice came through.

He was taken aback upon hearing it and quickly lifted his gaze to look over.

A fresh and attractive face suddenly entered his sight!

The girl, still wearing a simple and clean white coat, smiled softly, looking so demure.

Mu Shaoqian paused, murmuring softly.

"She is Yuan..."

Looking at the girl in the distance, he didn’t feel any unfamiliarity, even though she differed greatly from the little princess he imagined growing up, there indeed was a sense of familiarity.

The girl smiled softly at them.

"Dad, brother, Yuan is back."

She spoke.

The excitement in Mu Shaoqian’s eyes came to an abrupt halt upon hearing her voice.

What is going on?

This voice... why is it so hoarse?

He felt puzzled and quickly approached the girl standing in the garden.

The gentle morning light shone down, and he looked at the delicate face just inches away, and those big round eyes like a cat’s.

Something’s not right...

It’s very wrong...

"Brother."

Just as Mu Shaoqian was feeling something odd, the girl suddenly threw herself into his arms and began to cry.

She held him tightly, her sobs sounding very sorrowful.

Mu Shaoqian felt that he should have that kind of joy from a long-awaited reunion, like returning from the dead.

However, he did not.

This doesn’t seem like the feeling Yuan would give me.

"Brother, Yuan is really glad to see you again!"

She cried, hugging him even more tightly.

"Yuan never thought there would be another chance in this life to plant hydrangeas with brother, to pick peaches in the peach grove, to have great adventures catching fish in the creek with brother, brother, Yuan misses you so much..."

Just when Mu Shaoqian wanted to gently push away the person who was in his arms, he didn’t expect that the person in his arms would recount those unforgettable childhood memories of him and Mu Qianyuan word for word...

"Yuan?"

Mu Shaoqian lifted his hand and slowly placed it on the girl’s shoulder.

"Yuan, are you really my sister, Little Qianyuan? Really?"

He asked, feeling that he should be happy and excited, yet for some reason, he couldn’t feel that way.

Ning Zitong silently wiped her tears while watching beside them.

But Mu Jingheng watched this scene with an unusually calm and serene demeanor.

This is not Yuan.

Absolutely not!

Soon, Mu Shaoqian and Ning Zitong led the girl with teary eyes into the living room.

In the luxurious mansion of the Mu family, the girl lifted her head, enjoying the sight reminiscently as she gazed around.

Suddenly, she walked to the corner of the wall, pointing at several scratches on the Diatomaceous earth wall.

"I didn’t expect the marks from when I used to measure height with brother to still be here."

She recounted their childhood memories accurately.

Mu Shaoqian froze upon hearing her, while Ning Zitong became even more convinced!

"Yuan, come over and sit by mom."

Ning Zitong said joyfully, pulling her to sit beside her.

"Ah Jing, I have decided to contact the media reporters immediately to announce Yuan’s identity! I want the entire An City to know, the true, the only apple of the Mu family’s eye has returned!"

Mu Jingheng gave a subtle nod upon hearing this.

"Alright, I’ll arrange for this matter."

Ning Zitong was very happy to hear that.

"Yuan, did you hear that? Your dad said yes! Soon you can reclaim your original identity!"

"Thank you, dad and mom, thank you, brother, thank you for not disliking today’s Yuan."

"Silly girl! You are the apple of our Mu family’s eye; how could we possibly dislike you!"

Ning Zitong was overjoyed.

"Since that’s the case, Yuan, dad will take you back to your former room."

Mu Jingheng suddenly smiled and invited her.

Ning Zitong immediately stood up, pulling the girl up with her.

"Yuan, quickly go with dad back to the room, there are many memories from your childhood there!"

"Mm."

The girl nodded gently, glanced at Mu Jingheng, and then withdrew her gaze.

Walking into Mu Qianyuan’s room.

Mu Jingheng reached out to close the door, watching the girl who was looking around with her head up.

"Miss, who are you really? Why are you pretending to be my daughter, Mu Qianyuan?"