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

Seeing his emotional wife, Jiang Mingqian swallowed back the words he was about to say. He decided it was best not to tell his wife about what his comrade had told him about their daughter's ordeal for the time being.

His wife had injured her body when she gave birth to their two children, and he was afraid that if she knew how much suffering their biological daughter had endured, she wouldn't be able to accept it!

However, thinking of what his comrades had told him, he couldn't help but clench his fists, his knuckles turning white, and suppressed anger and heartache surging in his eyes.

Meng Wanqiu sensed something was wrong with her husband and quickly asked, "Mingqian...is there something you're hiding from me? Tell me, I need to know everything about our daughter!"

Jiang Mingqian dared not reveal the truth at this moment. After considering for a moment, he spoke, deliberately avoiding the topic of his daughter's ordeal:

"My comrade also found out that the person who switched the children was Jiang Chuyao's biological mother. She made this up during an argument with her husband, and the neighbors all heard it!"

Meng Wanqiu's face turned deathly pale instantly, her fingertips turning white from the force she used, leaving shallow marks on the sofa armrest. "It's her? That woman, how dare she?" Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her tone was resolute: "Mingqian, let's sue her! Sue her for maliciously switching babies, put her in jail, and make her pay the price for her actions!"

Jiang Mingqian quickly stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her.

"I've already sent my comrades to look for them, but their door is locked. The neighbors said they packed a lot of things a few days ago, as if they were going on a long trip. My comrades also checked with the neighborhood office, and they got a letter of introduction for coming to Beijing—I don't know if they're coming to Beijing to find Chu Yao."

Meng Wanqiu gradually calmed down, wiped away her tears, and then looked at Jiang Mingqian:

"No matter where they are, we must avenge our daughter!"

As soon as she finished speaking, grief welled up in her heart again. She choked back tears and whispered, "That woman knows our daughter isn't her biological child, how can she still treat our daughter well?"

The thought of her daughter living under the thumb of such shameless people made her heart feel like it was being repeatedly cut by a dull knife, causing her excruciating pain.

Suddenly, as if she had grasped a crucial clue, she abruptly looked up at Jiang Mingqian: "You said our daughter is in the same production brigade as Xie Chuan? What's her name? When did she go to the countryside?"

She remembered that a woman in the same ward had mentioned that her husband's surname was also Jiang; and Xie Chuan had mentioned on the phone that the educated youth who treated his grandmother also had the surname Jiang, and his name seemed to be Jiang... Yes, Jiang Muyan!

She looked at Jiang Mingqian with expectant eyes, only to hear her husband say in a deep voice:

"Our daughter's name is Jiang Muyan."

Meng Wanqiu froze in shock once again, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, heartache, and intense regret.

Surprisingly, my daughter managed to learn medical skills in such harsh conditions; she is so outstanding.

What's heartbreaking is that over the years, the child must have suffered unimaginable hardships—if the child were in the Jiang family, how could she bear to let the child suffer even the slightest grievance?

Regretfully, the root of all this was her negligence back then; she failed to take good care of her child, which gave the evildoers an opportunity to take advantage of her.

Seeing her unusual expression, Jiang Mingqian asked curiously, "Wanqiu, what's wrong? Did Xie Chuan mention your daughter to you?" He also wanted to know what kind of impression his son had of this younger sister he had never met.

Meng Wanqiu nodded vigorously, her voice still choked with emotion: "Xie Chuan said that the little girl who saved his grandmother is named Jiang Muyan."

A hint of shock flashed in Jiang Mingqian's eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a deeper sense of heartache.

He learned more about his daughter's ordeal from his comrades, so he felt even more heartache for her.

Over here, Meng Wanqiu forced herself to calm down: "Let's find a way to transfer our daughter back to Beijing! No matter what the cost, we can't let our daughter suffer there."

The child's maternal grandparents were sent there because there was nothing that could be done. Xie Chuan went there to take care of his maternal grandparents.

But her daughter had suffered hardships growing up outside, and now she wanted to bring her daughter to live with her so she could make up for it.

Jiang Mingqian shared this sentiment, and he nodded:

"Okay, but let's talk about that when we get back! Let's go see the kids tomorrow; we haven't been back since Mom and Dad went to the countryside!"

In fact, in the first year after the two elderly members of the Meng family were sent to the countryside, they had been thinking of visiting them. However, before they could tell the two elderly members and Xie Chuan, Old Master Meng asked Xie Chuan to tell them that they could send things, but they should not come over.

They knew the old man's concerns; Grandpa Meng was also afraid of implicating them.

After hearing her husband's words, Meng Wanqiu nodded: "Okay, I'll go to the troupe to ask for leave, and then I'll go buy some food and supplies for the children, and also buy some things for my parents. I'll mail some over first, and then we'll take some with us when we leave."

The things she mailed didn't even arrive as quickly as they did. It was the first time she saw her daughter, and she wanted to make up for all the years she had neglected her.

Jiang Mingqian silently worked alongside his wife, knowing that she was doing this to make up for the debt she felt she owed her daughter. They had indeed neglected their daughter too much.

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At the same time, in the courtyard, Jiang Chuyao was also secretly anxious. She had written to her biological parents almost a month ago, but for some reason, she still hadn't received a reply.

Countless possibilities raced through her mind, only to be rejected one by one. Based on what she knew from her past life, even if her biological parents were only after money, they would never abandon her, unless…

Just as he was pondering this, Aunt Wang came in carrying a bowl of warm water and said softly, "Chu Yao, Bai Xiaonuan is waiting for you downstairs. Should we let her come up, or should I help you down?"

Jiang Chuyao had just undergone surgery and was still weak. She had been resting in bed for the past few days and had not gone to school.

Jiang Chuyao was about to ask Bai Xiaonuan about the letter when she said softly, "Aunt Wang, could you please let her come up? I have something I want to say to her." Some things are simply not convenient to say downstairs.

A moment later, Bai Xiaonuan ran upstairs, panting, and rushed into the room. She placed the fruit and snacks she was carrying on the table, her tone tinged with reproach:

"Chu Yao, why did you suddenly have surgery? I only heard about it from Grandpa, so I rushed over to see you. How could you not tell me about something so important?"

Jiang Chuyao gave a gentle smile and soothed her softly, "I'm just afraid of interfering with your studies. The learning atmosphere in your class is so intense, I wouldn't dare to disturb you."

Bai Xiaonuan waved her hand dismissively: "Hey, I'm already at the bottom of the class, so missing a day of study won't make a difference. Besides, I can still squeeze in some time to keep you company."

After exchanging a few jokes, Jiang Chuyao changed the subject, asking casually, "Xiao Nuan, haven't you received any letters from me lately?"

Bai Xiaonuan was stunned for a moment before she realized what Jiang Chuyao was asking.

So she shook her head and said, "I've been keeping an eye out these past few days, and there's no letter from you."

Jiang Chuyao's brows furrowed instantly, her unease growing stronger. Logically, her biological parents should have replied long ago after receiving the letter; why were they completely silent?

She stared at Bai Xiaonuan, her tone both probing and joking: "Xiaonuan, you're not kidding me, are you? You've kept my letter, aren't you?"

She knew that Bai Xiaonuan was straightforward and would disdain doing such a thing, but the longer she waited for the letter, the more anxious she became, and she couldn't help but have some doubts.

Besides, she and Bai Xiaonuan were only close when they were children. And the Bai Xiaonuan she knew was the Bai Xiaonuan from when she was a child. She really didn't know much about the Bai Xiaonuan who had grown up.

Thinking of this, she stared intently at Bai Xiaonuan, trying to discern a clue from her face.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xiaonuan's smile instantly froze. Looking at Jiang Chuyao's scrutinizing gaze, a surge of anger welled up inside her.

"Chu Yao, what are you saying? Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"

As Bai Xiaonuan spoke, she regretted coming to see Jiang Chuyao. She felt that Jiang Chuyao now was completely different from when she was a child.

She's foolishly trying to find those childhood memories and friendships; she's being far too naive.

Suppressing her disappointment, Bai Xiaonuan said coldly:

"Take good rest. I'll come see you again when I have time. If I receive your letter, I'll bring it to you as soon as possible."

The Jiang and Bai families have been on good terms for generations, and she couldn't afford to ruin the relationship. But from now on, Jiang Chuyao would just be someone she knew.

Watching Bai Xiaonuan storm off, Jiang Chuyao's eyes flashed with displeasure, but she knew she couldn't afford to break ties with Bai Xiaonuan right now—she still needed Bai Xiaonuan to receive the letters from her biological parents, and she still needed her.

Moreover, she had indeed lost control of her emotions and her attitude was far too harsh.

To be honest, she hasn't been in a good mood lately.

Since she was discharged from the hospital, Meng Wanqiu and Jiang Mingqian have never visited her again.

No, she hasn't seen either of them since the day she had the surgery.

She cautiously asked her grandmother, but Madam Jiang only gave a vague answer, saying that they were too busy with work to spare the time.

A nameless unease lingered in her heart, a feeling that something big was about to happen, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on it. This doubt had nowhere to go, so she kept it bottled up inside, causing her mood to fluctuate lately.

Jiang Chuyao sighed softly, secretly plotting how to appease Bai Xiaonuan.