The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family

The woman crouched in front of Jing Zejun, her eyes slightly red, her voice gentle.

"You must be Yiyi, right? I can't believe you've grown so big."

She gazed at the beautiful Jing Zejun, her eyes carrying a hint of nostalgia.

Jing Zejun's expression remained stern, unmoved. She only wanted to take Little Jing Yi and leave this place.

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Jing Zejun held Little Jing Yi's hand, ready to turn and leave, but her younger sister didn't follow.

Little Jing Yi's gaze shifted between the woman and the little boy who was still crying and making a fuss.

He continued to shout, "I'll tell my sister to kick you all out! This is my home now! You two good-for-nothings!"

The woman panicked, covering the boy's mouth, her eyes timidly darting toward Jing Zeyou's direction.

Jing Zejun forced a smile and tugged at Little Jing Yi's hand. "Little sister, let's go home. The kitchen made your favorite beef stew today. Let's hurry."

Jing Zeqian rushed over and stood in front of Little Jing Yi, trying to pick her up.

"Didn't we say we were going to the amusement park? Was it not fun without your second brother? Let me take you back for more fun, okay? You..."

"Second brother, are they here for me?"

The woman's words sounded familiar, like something an elder would say to a long-lost younger relative. Little Jing Yi had heard similar words at the orphanage.

Jing Zeqian's steps faltered, and he forced a smile. "No way! They were clearly talking to Zejun! They must have mistaken you for someone else! Don't mind them, second brother..."

Little Jing Yi patted Jing Zeqian's shoulder gently. "Second brother, put me down."

Jing Zeqian's eyes reddened at the corners. "Be good, they got the wrong person!" Little Jing Yi simply repeated, "It's okay, second brother. I just want to ask."

Jing Zeqian stood frozen. If possible, he wished Little Jing Yi would never have to learn about that couple.

He glanced at Jing Zeyou, whose expression was also grim, but he nodded nonetheless.

Little Jing Yi patted Jing Zeqian's shoulder as he crouched down, her eyes curving into a smile. "It's fine, I just want to ask a few questions."

Jing Zejun stepped forward, holding Little Jing Yi's hand, and accompanied her as they approached the woman.

By now, the woman realized her mistake. Her face flushed red, and her eyes filled with deep guilt and remorse.

"Yiyi, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I just thought a seven- or eight-year-old would be..."

Little Jing Yi smiled, unfazed. "It's okay. Maybe the nutrition at the orphanage wasn't great. I am smaller than other kids my age, so it's possible to mistake me for someone else."

The woman was stunned, staring at the child in front of her, unsure of what to say.

Jing Zeyou and the others watched Little Jing Yi, who remained calm and even managed to smile, their hearts aching even more for her.

Little Jing Yi turned to the little boy, who seemed frightened by the tension, and asked the woman, "Why did he say his sister would kick us out?"

The woman's lips trembled, hesitating. "He didn't mean it. He's just, just..."

Little Jing Yi calmly looked at her, and when the woman stammered without finishing her sentence, Little Jing Yi completed it for her.

"Just because he has a sister with some blood relation who was adopted by a wealthy family, so he thinks he's entitled to their money too."

Having lived in the orphanage for several years, Little Jing Yi had seen this kind of reunion drama play out countless times.

The woman bit her lower lip tightly, her face pale, her voice shaking. "No! That's not what he meant!" But Little Jing Yi's gaze only made her feel more ashamed.

She turned to the man, who, under Jing Zeyou's threatening glare, remained cowering in the corner, not daring to speak.

Little Jing Yi's expression was calm, but Jing Zejun could feel the grip on her hand tightening. She stepped closer, wanting to give her little sister some strength.

Little Jing Yi took a small breath. "Let's not talk about that. Are you here to take me back?"

In an instant, the hearts of the Jing family tightened. Jing Zeqian rushed forward, his face filled with anxiety.

"Yiyi!"

Little Jing Yi lifted her small face, smiling softly at Jing Zeqian. He forced a smile, his eyes brimming with heartache.

Reluctantly, he stayed behind Little Jing Yi, standing guard.

The woman hesitated, glancing at the man, who was shaking his head frantically.

They had come for money, not to take a child back.

Little Jing Yi also looked over and smiled. "So, you're not here to take me back?"

The woman seemed conflicted, lowering her head slightly, her hand tightly gripping the little boy's.

"Yiyi, the Jing family can give you a better life, so..."

"Enough!" Jing Zeyou interrupted her, stepping in front of Little Jing Yi and crouching down. His voice was gentle. "Yiyi, they're not your parents. We haven't even done a DNA test. They're not. Please stop asking, okay? Be good."

Little Jing Yi's almond-shaped eyes, slightly red, looked at Jing Zeyou with determination.

"Big brother, I'll just ask a few more questions, then we'll go back."

Jing Zeyou pursed his lips and stepped aside.

Little Jing Yi looked at the woman, her smile fading slightly. "Whatever my big brother promised you, it doesn't count. You won't get anything from us."

At this, the man grew anxious. Ignoring Jing Zeyou's threat, he stepped forward, towering over Little Jing Yi.

"Child, you might not know this, but we're your birth parents..."

Little Jing Yi's gaze remained calm, unlike that of a typical seven- or eight-year-old.

"Proof?"

"We can go to the hospital for a test!"

"Why should I? Based on just your words?"

The man's frown deepened, his expression growing more displeased as he looked at Little Jing Yi.

"What's wrong? Now that you've climbed to a higher branch, you don't want your birth parents anymore? You're so ungrateful..."

The man was silenced by the glares from Jing Zeyou and his brothers, taking half a step back and swallowing the rest of his words.

Little Jing Yi repeated her question. "So, are you taking me back? You're both alive, not dead or disabled. Why should someone else raise your child?"

The man stole a glance at Jing Zeyou and muttered, "How can you talk like that? Besides, we still have to take care of your brother..."

Little Jing Yi ignored him, turning to the woman behind him.

"I'll say it again. Even if we do a test, you'll only get me. Not a single penny. So, are you taking me back?"

The woman's eyes grew redder, her voice trembling. "Yiyi, your brother is still young..."

"One last question."

Little Jing Yi cut her off. She hadn't held much hope to begin with, and the woman's answer was expected.

"Why couldn't you wait until the weather got warmer before abandoning the child?"

This was something she had never understood since she became aware of her situation.

The man raised his head, his deliberately gentle expression nauseating. "Child, you've misunderstood. It was an accident..."

Little Jing Yi's gaze remained steady. "I was asking her."

The man's pupils contracted, unnerved by the composure of a seven- or eight-year-old. But with the Jing family present, he held back his anger.

He muttered to himself, wondering if they had indeed mistaken the child. She didn't resemble him at all—in fact, she looked more like Jing Zeyou.