As everyone knows, I was once the eldest daughter of the Sheng family, but it was later revealed that I was a fake heiress adopted by the Sheng family, and my specific background is unknown.

Suddenly, a woman appeared, pointed at me, and said that I was her daughter, and that I deliberately lost my younger sister when I was a child, causing her death.

People's gazes ranged from shock and doubt to gossip and speculation.

My earliest memory is of when I was four or five years old, when I "rescued" Beichen from being locked in the study and ran to the back garden to feed the little white rabbits I was raising with me.

I have absolutely no memory of who my biological parents were, what their names were, or what they looked like before Ms. Dai bought me. I have no memory of them at all.

I have never seen this woman before.

Whether she is my biological mother or not, I have no way of knowing now.

I calmly stepped forward, keeping a few steps away from her. "Auntie, I don't remember you. Do you have any photos of your daughter when she was little?"

"Feng Jiaojiao, don't pretend with me. Over the years, your mother hasn't changed at all. You were five or six years old when you left home, you can't possibly not remember what I look like!"

"You just don't want to acknowledge me!"

The woman craned her neck, stamped her feet, and scolded me.

She acted as if I were truly her biological daughter, full of confidence.

"You killed your own sister, lived the life of a pampered young lady for twenty years, and didn't even acknowledge me as your own mother. How dare you do charity! You're such a hypocrite!" She raised her voice and continued to accuse me.

I deliberately raised my voice, "Auntie, as far back as I can remember, my surname has been Sheng. I can't remember who my biological mother is! I just said, let me see a picture of your daughter when she was little first!"

Just because someone says she's my biological mother doesn't mean I have to acknowledge her.

She was taken aback by my yelling.

"Do you have any photos or not?" Ouyang came to my side and urged me on my behalf.

"Of course I have!" the woman shouted sharply.

Ouyang gave her a look, and one of the security guards released her. The woman took out a seven-inch photo from the pocket of her wool coat.

The security guard handed me the photo.

Ouyang leaned closer and whispered to me, "Qiaoqiao, is that you?"

The photo shows two little girls, probably sisters.

The younger sister has a small bun on her head, thick eyebrows, big eyes, fair skin, and a round vermilion dot between her eyebrows. The older sister has two braids and a pretty face.

The younger sister was wearing a brand new pink princess dress, while the older sister was wearing a very old long coat and trousers.

I carefully examined my sister's face. Her eyebrows and eyes did look very much like mine, but she was different from the person I remembered from my childhood. Also, after I came to the Sheng family, I seemed to be shorter than her and about the same age as my younger sister.

"I don't look much like me when I was a child," I said softly to Ouyang.

Looking closely at this woman, I had a vague sense of déjà vu; it felt like I'd seen her somewhere before.

"Feng Jiaojiao! You've seen the photos too, let's see if you'll still argue!" the woman spoke again.

I looked up at her. "Neither of these two little girls is me!"

"You still won't admit it!" The woman stomped her foot angrily, looking as if she wanted to tear me apart.

If the security guards hadn't restrained her, she would have come over and hit me already.

I opened my black quilted evening bag, took out my phone, and said, "Auntie, I think I'll call the police. We'll do a paternity test later. If you really are my biological mother, I'll acknowledge you and take care of you!"

In front of everyone, I raised my voice to her.

With today's advanced identification technology, how could I possibly be extorted by a so-called biological mother who suddenly appears out of nowhere?

As soon as I finished speaking, I called the police.

"Feng Jiaojiao, you little vile woman, you wicked seed, you killed your own sister, ran off to be a rich heiress, and now you refuse to acknowledge me as your biological mother, and even called the police to arrest me!"

The woman was throwing a tantrum, yelling and screaming, her eyes fierce, shaking her head like a madwoman.

She's clearly not my biological mother, so why does she insist that I am? Judging from her reaction, she doesn't seem to be faking it.

I stared at the girl in the photo again, and I still felt like I'd seen that face before. Suddenly, a photo of her lying on the ground popped into my mind.

I've seen this girl in a photograph.

“Mom, I don’t think this auntie is faking it. She looks so pitiful…Aren’t we being heartless to treat her like this?” Shi Jin walked to Ouyang’s side, frowning, looking very troubled.

“Qiaoqiao says the little girl in the photo isn’t her, so it isn’t. How can you clarify this without a paternity test? Qiaoqiao did a good job!” Ouyang glanced at her, his expression serious, and said in a deep voice.

Shi Jin smiled awkwardly, "That's true."

The police arrived quickly and subdued the woman who was still throwing a tantrum. I went with her to the police station in the police car.

When I arrived at the police station, I learned about the situation. Her name was Zhou Sumei. Twenty-two years ago, she lost her two daughters and had reported the case.

Later, the body of the younger daughter was found on the beach. The whereabouts of the older daughter had been unknown for many years. The older daughter's name was indeed Feng Jiaojiao.

Zhou Sumei suffered a mental breakdown and became emotionally unstable due to this incident.

The police have opened a case.

"Even if Sheng Qiaoqiao doesn't remember you now, and even if you really were her biological mother, you still can't cause trouble or harass her, understand?"

The police gave Zhou Sumei a reprimand and education.

What I didn't expect was that by the time I left the police station, the incident had already spread online, and public opinion was already fermenting.

[It has been revealed that Sheng Qiaoqiao caused the death of her younger sister when she was young, ran away from home to become a fake heiress, and now refuses to acknowledge her impoverished biological mother.]

This kind of talk is clearly someone deliberately trying to frame me and ruin my reputation.

I sat in the back seat of the car, leaned back, closed my eyes, calmed myself, and carefully recalled where I had seen the picture of this little girl.

As I was thinking, I suddenly opened my eyes.

It was a photo that fell out of Shi Xia's suitcase!

Back then, when Shi Xia moved out of Fu Yanshen's villa, she deliberately fell down the stairs to frame me. Her suitcase was scattered all over the floor. When I went down the stairs, I noticed a photo of two little girls.

One of them looks exactly like Feng Jiaojiao.

If Shi Xia knows her, then Fu Yanshen should know her too, right?

I opened WeChat and sent him the photos that Zhou Sumei had shown me, which I had taken on my phone.

Do you know this slightly taller little girl?

While I was typing, the other person was typing.

He's so busy, yet he always replies to WeChat messages instantly.

Moreover, I haven't been in contact with him for three months.

[Don't know]

He didn't even recognize him.

I've seen her picture in Shi Xia's suitcase before. Do you still have any of Shi Xia's belongings?

It should have been thrown away long ago.

Seeing his reply, my heart sank.

The trail went cold.

Thank you, sorry to bother you.

I put down my phone, leaned back in my seat, and told the driver to drive me back to my apartment.

I was just about to go to sleep when the doorbell rang.

Through the surveillance footage, a man wearing a thin black trench coat stood outside, with a very old suitcase next to him.