Shu Yan was conflicted all night, and when she woke up the next day, her eyes were dark, which startled Fang Zeyu.

Where does it hurt?

"No, I haven't been back to Xicheng for so long, I'm not used to it here anymore." Shu Yan changed the subject. "Yesterday, my grandfather talked to you for most of the day. What did he say?"

It's basically an investigation of household registration, such as how many people are in Fang Zeyu's family, their approximate assets, and whether he can accept that Shu Yan is divorced and has two children.

Fang Zeyu briefly explained to Shu Yan, then said, "The old man is quite concerned about you."

Upon hearing this, Shu Yan scoffed, "That's because I donated money to build roads, which made him look good."

She had never spent any time with the old man. In the original owner's memories, the old man and woman never paid any attention to this granddaughter. No matter how Shu Youfu and Lin Zixiang treated her, they never said a word. If either of them had just said a word, the original owner's life would have been much easier.

Every family has its own troubles, and Fang Zeyu's own family was the most difficult one to bear. He knew best the hurt his family had caused him, and it wasn't something that could be forgiven with words or a little concern. He only said that to Shu Yan, but he would never advise her to generously forgive her family.

"We'll only be in Xicheng for a few days, and it's your third brother's big day, so we still have to show some courtesy."

Hearing his words, Shu Yan's lips curled slightly. What she hated most was people who gave advice without understanding others' situations, thinking they were so righteous and great.

They are staying at a hotel. The wedding banquet will be held in the evening. It's still early, but people have already started setting up there.

When the two went downstairs to eat, they took a look at the place. It was decorated in a very fashionable and dreamy style, something that any woman would like and envy.

Fang Zeyu glanced at Shu Yan and asked, "Do you like it?"

"It's alright." Which woman doesn't dream about her wedding? Shu Yan was no exception. She had imagined her wedding countless times, but in the end, she realized that without meeting the right person, it was all in vain.

Fang Zeyu seemed to be deep in thought, then took Shu Yan's hand and said, "Our wedding will be even better than this."

"Are you proposing to me?" Shu Yan looked at him with a half-smile.

"No, this is too hasty." Although Fang Zeyu is not a romantic person, he knows that a marriage proposal should not be so casual.

After dinner, Shu Yan was about to take Fang Zeyu out for a walk when she saw a couple arguing at the front desk.

"I want to see my daughter, why won't you let me?" The speaker was none other than Lin Zixiang.

When Shu Yan saw the couple, she stopped in her tracks and looked at them with amusement.

"You know her?" Fang Zeyu stopped and asked Shu Yan.

"My parents," Shu Yan whispered into Fang Zeyu's ear.

The couple over there were still making a scene, insisting that the hotel receptionist tell them Shuyan's room number and take them upstairs.

"I'm sorry, we cannot disclose guests' privacy without their consent." The receptionist's smile almost vanished, but when she saw Shu Yan and Fang Zeyu approach, her eyes lit up. "Miss Shu..."

Shu Yan waved her hand, interrupting the receptionist, "Who are you looking for?"

Upon seeing Shu Yan and Fang Zeyu, Shu Youfu and Lin Zixiang's momentum immediately weakened; that's just how they are—bullies who prey on the weak and fears the strong.

“Um… we’re looking for Shuyan, she’s my daughter. She came back to attend her third brother’s wedding and is staying here, but they won’t let me see my own daughter. That’s not fair.”

The two hotel receptionists gave Shu Youfu and Lin Zixiang strange looks. Today, a wealthy man was holding a wedding banquet on the entire second floor. His sister was staying in the hotel, in the presidential suite. With Fang Zeyu's attractive appearance, the receptionists had been secretly gossiping about Shu Yan. But today, two plainly dressed people, clearly from the countryside, suddenly came in and claimed that Shu Yan was their daughter? The real Shu Yan was standing right in front of them, and they didn't even recognize her. Wasn't that ridiculous?

"How did you know she lived here?" Shu Yan knew she would be in contact with Shu Youfu and the others after returning, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.

“Her grandma told us, otherwise we wouldn’t have known she was back. This girl came back without telling us, she doesn’t know how worried we adults were about her.” Lin Zixiang looked like a loving mother.

Shu Yan chuckled softly, then her laughter grew louder and louder until tears almost streamed down her face.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Zixiang looked at her unhappily.

"Mom, you're really something. I wouldn't recognize you if you were standing right in front of me."

Shu Youfu and Lin Zixiang stared at Shu Yan in shock, shaking their heads violently. "Don't joke with me, my daughter doesn't look like this."

The receptionist, who was equally surprised, glanced at Shu Yan and explained, "If you are looking for Ms. Shu Yan, then this is the only one we have at the hotel."

Lin Zixiang said blankly, "Then maybe we went to the wrong hotel."

After saying that, before Shu Yan could speak, Lin Zixiang pulled Shu Youfu away.

Once they reached the main street, Shu Youfu shook off Lin Zixiang's hand, "Why are you walking in such a hurry?"

"Are you stupid? That woman was obviously from a wealthy family. If we suddenly came out as her parents, would she think that?"

"Didn't she just call you 'Mom'? Could she be our daughter?" Shu Youfu boldly hypothesized.

Lin Zixiang looked at Shu Youfu with an expression as if he were an idiot. "Impossible. That's just mocking us. Don't you know what we were talking about? If our daughter were even half as good as the woman we were talking about, Ye Zhiqiang wouldn't be looking for other women outside."

Shu Youfu nodded, agreeing that this was indeed the case.

The two returned to Shu Jianyang's house dejectedly. Lin Zixiang complained to the old lady, "Didn't you say that Shu Yan was staying at the hotel where Jianyang was going to hold his wedding banquet? We went to look for it, but it wasn't there."

"No, Jianyang said they live there." Today, when the second son's family came over, the old lady mentioned that Shuyan was back, implying that they should go and talk to her properly to ease the tension.

"No, there isn't. There is someone with the same name as Yan Yan, but it's not the same person at all." Lin Zixiang couldn't help but sigh as she thought of the person she met at the hotel. "Same name, different fate. If our Yan Yan had her looks and temperament, Ye Zhiqiang would be fawning over her."

The old lady suddenly realized that Shu Yan had indeed changed a lot, like a completely different person. At the time, she and her husband didn't dare to recognize her either. But if her parents couldn't recognize her, it wasn't surprising that they couldn't either.

"That's your daughter, Shuyan. Didn't she greet you when she saw you?" the old lady asked.

"They called out." Lin Zixiang replied blankly, so they weren't mocking them, it really was her daughter Shu Yan?

The two rushed back to the hotel, but when they learned that Shu Yan had gone out, they didn't leave and waited for her in the lobby.

After waiting for almost an hour, Shu Yan and Fang Zeyu finally returned.

"Are you really Shu Yan?"

Shu Yan chuckled. "You're really funny; you don't even recognize your own daughter."

Lin Zixiang looked Shu Yan up and down. "Impossible. My daughter doesn't look like this, and she could never look like this."

Shu Youfu nodded vigorously. How could he not recognize his own daughter? She was short and fat, like a winter melon. This woman in front of him, although not tall either, had a slender figure, making her appear very tall and elegant. She also had fair skin and a good temperament. How could she possibly be his daughter, Shu Yan?

Suddenly, Lin Zixiang slapped her thigh and said, "Say a few words in your hometown dialect for me."

Shu Yan rolled her eyes. Did she really have to prove it was her? She didn't have that much time to play with them.

"Believe it or not, it's fine. I'm going upstairs now. Ah Yu, let's go."

"Wait, you can't leave. I'm going to get to the bottom of this today. You're not going anywhere." Lin Zixiang stopped Shu Yan. "Although your voice sounds a lot like my daughter's, there are still differences. My daughter speaks quickly, you speak slowly, and my daughter's Mandarin isn't as good. I remember now, the last time we talked on the phone, it was you with that same tone, that same speaking speed, and that same Mandarin. Who are you? Where have you hidden my daughter?"

"It's a pity you didn't become a writer." What a clever idea.

Lin Zixiang gasped, "I know, you must be an imposter hired by Shu Jianyang. Did he really kill my daughter and take all the money? Otherwise, why would he ask someone with such a similar voice to answer the phone? What about the two children? Those two children are my daughter's lifeblood. She takes them everywhere she goes. How could she not bring them back? No, I'm calling the police."

Shu Youfu, who was standing nearby, suddenly realized what had happened and immediately ran to the front desk to call the police, saying that his daughter must have been murdered.

Not to mention Shu Yan, Fang Zeyu was also a bit stunned; it was like a theatrical performance.

At this moment, the old man and the others came over and saw Shu Yan with her arms crossed, watching the second son and his wife fooling around with a half-smile.

The old man glared at his second son and his wife, saying sternly, "What are you doing? Today is Jianyang's big day. If you dare to cause trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Shu Youfu stared at the old man with a wronged expression, as if he were saying something like, "You've ever had feelings for me."

"Dad, we're not making a fuss, it's just that this really isn't Shu Yan. She must be an imposter that Shu Jianyang found. We don't even know where the real Yan Yan is. Dad, Yan Yan is still your granddaughter, you can't just let her become a wandering ghost, can you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is your daughter. You don't even recognize your own daughter? What kind of parents are you?" The old man was furious. He had long seen that his second son's family was unreliable, so he never planned to let them support him in his old age.

"No, Dad, this really isn't right." Lin Zixiang glanced at Shu Yan. Even though everyone thought this was her daughter, she still felt it wasn't. "Our Yan Yan isn't like this. It's not just about looks; it shouldn't be her..."

Shu Yan glanced at Lin Zixiang in surprise. Did she sense that Lin Zixiang wasn't the original owner of this body? Logically speaking, she hadn't spent much time with the original owner, especially after the original owner got married, their relationship had become even weaker. Every time she came to see the original owner, it was for money. How could someone like that sense that the soul inside the body had changed?

"Mom, stop making a fuss. I just lost weight, and I had my freckles removed with laser treatment at the hospital. I've learned a lot and grown a lot since I left Xicheng over a year ago. Of course, I'm not the same Shu Yan I used to be now." Shu Yan said firmly, "Don't even think about exploiting me anymore. I won't hold it against you for what happened before, but in the future... if you dare to cause trouble, the money and things I give you every year will be gone. I really won't support you in your old age, and the villagers won't say anything."

Shu Youfu tugged at Lin Zixiang, signaling her to stop arguing.

"But I really don't think she's my daughter," Lin Zixiang muttered aggrievedly, her heart aching slightly, as if that filial and caring daughter had truly disappeared.