The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

Meng Wanqiu lowered her head to wipe away her tears, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"When I was giving birth, the doctor told me that both of my children had a small black mole on their left ear! And the location of the black mole on your ear is exactly the same as Xie Chuan's."

Jiang Mingqian added, "And your appearance is very similar to Xie Chuan's mother and his maternal grandmother, so we are very certain that you are our child!"

Meng Wanqiu said with even more remorse, "Child, it's all my fault. I didn't watch you properly, which gave the evil people an opportunity to take advantage of you. I'm so sorry, child, I'm so sorry!"

As Meng Wanqiu spoke, she wanted to hug Jiang Muyan, but she was afraid of scaring the child, so her tears flowed even more fiercely.

She didn't believe the child said "it's okay." She knew without even thinking that someone who could switch children could not possibly have the conscience to treat Mu Yan well!

The thought of her child, whom she had carried for ten months, growing up enduring hardship and suffering made her heart ache so much she could hardly breathe.

Looking at her guilty and tender expression, Jiang Muyan felt a mix of emotions, but in the end, the softness in her heart overcame everything: "You didn't do it on purpose, I don't blame you."

A person who loves their child so much would never intentionally abandon their own flesh and blood.

In fact, it wasn't just the original owner of this body who was a victim; her family members were too!

Seeing her daughter's understanding and maturity, Meng Wanqiu felt an overwhelming pang of heartache. Her daughter had endured so much hardship and displacement, yet she still retained this gentle kindness. How had she survived all those years of suffering?

She finally couldn't hold back any longer and gently pulled Jiang Muyan into her arms, her movements as tender as if she were afraid of breaking a priceless treasure. A sob escaped her throat, turning into hot tears that soaked Jiang Muyan's shoulder.

Jiang Muyan stiffened slightly, then relaxed her body, letting Meng Wanqiu hold her.

The faint scent of soap lingered around my nose, a strange yet inexplicably comforting aroma. It was like a ship that had been adrift for years finally finding its harbor.

She could clearly feel the warmth of his embrace and the trembling of Meng Wanqiu's body. He enveloped her with an intense love and guilt.

She had never experienced maternal love before, and this sudden warmth left her somewhat at a loss, yet she couldn't help but cherish it.

Jiang Mingqian stood aside, watching the mother and daughter embrace and weep, his own eyes also reddening.

He pressed his lips together tightly, his straight back taut, barely managing to suppress his loss of composure. As a tough guy who had spent years in the military, he was used to being patient and strong, but when faced with his daughter whom he had lost and then found again, all his pretense crumbled, leaving only a heart full of guilt and tenderness.

"My good child, you've suffered so much." Meng Wanqiu's voice trembled uncontrollably. She straightened up, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at Jiang Muyan pleadingly, "Child, come home with your parents, okay?"

These words made the atmosphere in the room heavy again. Jiang Xiechuan and Jiang Mingqian both looked at Jiang Muyan nervously, afraid of hearing a rejection.

Jiang Muyan hesitated for a moment, realizing that she was very attached to this family bond.

Whether it was Jiang's parents and Jiang Xiechuan in front of her, or Meng's maternal grandparents, she felt that she would be very happy to be with them as family.

But can she really accept this family affection with a clear conscience?

Just as she hesitated, Jiang Xiechuan, fearing she would refuse, quickly persuaded her:

"Muyan, when Mom gave birth to us, Dad was on an emergency mission. Mom was alone in the hospital during labor, and her body was weak, which gave bad people an opportunity to take advantage of her. This is not Mom and Dad's fault."

He paused, his eyes filled with hope: "Come home with us. You are a member of the Jiang family. There's no reason for the daughter of a bad person to enjoy a life of luxury in our home while the bloodline of our Jiang family suffers in exile."

Jiang Xiechuan spoke, looking at Jiang Muyan with hopeful eyes. Just as he was feeling a little uneasy, he saw Jiang Muyan nod: "Okay!"

"That's great! Mu Yan, I'm your older brother, I'll protect you from now on!"

Jiang Xiechuan was overjoyed and secretly made up his mind to make up for all the debts he had owed his sister over the past ten years.

Meng Wanqiu and Jiang Mingqian breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously. Their shoulders, which had been tense for so long, suddenly relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Meng Wanqiu pulled Jiang Muyan back into her arms. This time, the embrace was no longer tentative and cautious, but filled with the ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost and cherished.

She choked back tears as she repeated, "Good, good, it's good that you're back... My daughter is finally back." Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto Jiang Muyan's hair, burning hot, yet making Jiang Muyan's heart ache and her nose feel hot as well.

Jiang Mingqian stepped forward, his rough hand gently landing on Jiang Muyan's back. The movement was somewhat clumsy, but it carried an undeniable tenderness.

This tough guy, who had spent years in the military, now had a hoarse voice, filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"My dear child, your parents have wronged you all these years, causing you so much suffering. From now on, the Jiang family will be your support. With your parents here, no one will ever let you suffer even the slightest injustice again."

Fu Moxuan stood to the side, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He was genuinely happy for his little girl; he had always thought she was very independent, but he never expected her to have such an experience.

Uncle Jiang and Aunt Meng are both very kind; the little girl will definitely be very happy in the future! Of course, he very much hopes that he will be the one to protect her happiness in the future.

Jiang Xiechuan couldn't hide the smile on his face. Mu Yan was actually his sister. His sister was good at medicine, hunting, metaphysics, and even studying better than him. She was also beautiful!

Hehe, but he also needs to work harder, he can't be too much worse than his sister.

Just then, the work bell rang, and Meng Wanqiu reluctantly let go of her daughter.

"Child, we'll find a way to transfer you back to Beijing as soon as we get back. How can a girl like you stay here and suffer!"

Jiang Muyan paused for a moment, then smiled and shook her head: "No need, I'm fine here."

She couldn't leave. The person behind the red armband hadn't yet surfaced, and the four elderly people in the cowshed were facing a major calamity. These were the people and things she wanted to protect, not for any merit, but simply for peace of mind.

Moreover, she also has to learn from Grandpa Zhou. Although she doesn't plan to do scientific research, she finds learning quite interesting at the moment.

Jiang Xiechuan didn't want to be separated from his newly found younger sister, but he understood that it would be better for her to stay in Beijing, instead of having to work in this remote mountain village every day to earn work points!

However, it was time to go to work, he said.

"Dad, Mom, we'll talk about this when we get back. We're going to work now. The cowshed where Grandpa and Grandma are staying is just west of the educated youth compound. Once everyone in the village has gone to work, you can go and take a look."

Meng Wanqiu was reluctant to leave with her daughter, and held Jiang Muyan's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

Jiang Muyan felt a warmth in her heart and smiled at her:

"I'll come right back after work!"

Meng Wanqiu's eyes were still red, but she forced back her tears and nodded: "Good child, be careful at work, don't overwork yourself."

Jiang Muyan smiled at Meng Wanqiu, a faint light shimmering in her eyes: "Okay, I understand."

Jiang Mingqian looked at the smile in his daughter's eyes, his tense jawline softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Go on, be careful on your way to work. Xie Chuan, take good care of your sister."

"Dad, don't worry!" Jiang Xiechuan immediately patted his chest to assure him, then picked up the farm tools from the corner of the wall before walking out of the educated youth compound with Fu Moxuan and Jiang Muyan.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Xiechuan was filled with indescribable excitement, constantly expressing his joy.

"Mu Yan, I feel like I'm dreaming, you know? When I first met you, I thought, 'If only my sister were like you.' I never imagined that you really would be my sister, my own sister."

"Third Brother, Mu Yan is my own sister..."

Jiang Xiechuan paused abruptly at this point. He suddenly remembered that Fu Moxuan seemed to have feelings for his sister.

But how can this be? Brother Fu is so much older than his sister! No, no, he has to keep a closer eye on her from now on.

At this moment, Jiang Xiechuan completely forgot that when he first realized that Fu Moxuan liked Jiang Muyan, he thought the two were quite a good match.