"Okay, then I'll tell you! Um, do you still remember Zhang Yu?"
"Remember."
"He once came to me and said that you look very similar to the daughter he sent away. Zhang Fan actually has an older sister, but because Zheng Juan favors boys over girls, the child was sent away shortly after she was born.
Later, when Zhang Yu saw you in the compound, he reflected on himself and showed me this photo."
Ling Ju handed the photo to Zhen Zhen. She didn't overreact and looked down at the photo. "Ju Ju, this is indeed me. I remember this dress. It was bought for me by my aunt."
"The current situation is that Zhang Yu believes you might be related to him, so he's looking for evidence and is even contacting the person who gave the child away to confirm whether you are the child. But he doesn't have any definitive evidence yet."
"Zhen Zhen, I think it's unlikely that you're Zhang Yu's child. I know you have your own parents. You might just look like his child, or maybe he made a mistake. I'm telling you this now because I want you to know that this happened. I don't want to hide it from you. If there's any misunderstanding later, it might be too late to explain."
Zhen Zhen looked up with the photo in her hand. Although her expression was a little nervous, it was obvious that she was trying hard to control her emotions. She said slowly, "Juzi, to be honest, I have doubted that I am not my parents' biological daughter."
"Why?"
"My parents and I look nothing alike. They're both quite tall, but I'm only a little over 1.6 meters tall. They both have single eyelids, but I have double eyelids. When I was little, I heard neighbors call me a bastard. At the time, I thought they meant I was a bastard without parents, as my parents had already passed away."
"You know my uncle's last name is Zhen, my mother's last name is Zhen, and I took my mother's last name. When I was little, I didn't quite understand why other children took their father's last name, but I took my mother's."
"The year I went to martial arts school, I found a suicide note in my uncle's drawer. It was from my mother. I only read a little bit before my uncle came back and snatched it away, saying I wasn't allowed to read such things as a child. I couldn't find it afterwards, but I remember there was a photo of a woman in the note. Perhaps it contained some information about my life."
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