"Happy birthday, my dear Xiaoqian!"

"Your birth parents should be coming to pick you up soon. Take this chance to go back and enjoy some family warmth!"

"Your master’s a bit short on cash lately, so here’s some pocket money to tide you over..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Song Qian’s phone buzzed with a transfer notification.

*Beep—*

"Dear VIP customer, your card ending in 8888 has received a transfer of 100,000,000.00 yuan..."

A hundred million?!

This… was what her master called "some pocket money"?

Song Qian shook her head in exasperation. She waited and waited, but no one from the Ren family came to fetch her.

What was going on? Had her master forgotten to notify them?

She decided to head to the Ren residence herself and see what was up.

After hopping out of the taxi, Song Qian slung her backpack over her shoulder and marched straight toward the Ren family’s estate.

Inside the bag were a few century-old ginseng roots her master had specially prepared, along with a box of secret medicinal pills from the legendary Valley of Healing. These weren’t just any pills—they could neutralize poisons, prolong life, and were practically priceless on the market.

Perfect as a gift, really.

Her master was right—when meeting a wealthy family like the Rens, you couldn’t show up empty-handed.

The Ren family was hosting a grand birthday party for their eldest daughter, Ren Jiaojiao.

The melodious sound of a piano and cheerful laughter drifted from the courtyard.

It was a high-profile event, with the elite of the capital gathered under one roof. Ren Jiaojiao, dressed in an exquisite haute couture gown, gracefully received the guests' well-wishes.

Not long ago, Song Qian's master had revealed a shocking truth—she was the biological daughter of the wealthy Ren family, switched at birth by a nurse in the hospital.

But for Song Qian, finding her birth parents wasn’t the priority anymore. After all, so many years had passed, and there was no guarantee they’d even want to acknowledge her.

What truly mattered to her was the rumor of an arranged marriage between the Ren and Zhan families—specifically, that Zhan Linzhou, the eldest son of the Zhan family, was supposed to be her fiancé.

Zhan Linzhou—that was the real reason she had come to the Ren estate.

Security was tight at the Ren residence, and Song Qian was stopped the moment she reached the front gate.

"Your invitation, please," the guard demanded, eyeing her skeptically.

Dressed in casual clothes, looking travel-worn, and empty-handed, she clearly didn’t fit the image of a guest at an upscale social gathering.

Unfazed, she cut straight to the chase. "My name is Song Qian. I’m the Ren family’s lost eldest daughter."

The guard stiffened in shock. Just then, Ren Fan happened to step out from inside.

"Sir," the guard quickly reported, "there’s a girl here claiming to be the Ren family’s missing heiress."

"How interesting." Ren Fan frowned slightly, ready to dismiss her outright—until his gaze landed on her face. The striking resemblance to his mother made him pause.

Song Qian’s heart leapt when she saw Ren Fan.

Thanks to those photos, she recognized him at first glance as her own flesh and blood brother.

Just as she was about to greet him, he cut her off with an icy tone.

"Scammers these days sure are getting crafty. Going under the knife to look like my sister? Do you have any idea what happens to people who impersonate a Ren?"

Song Qian instinctively touched her face, baffled. This was her natural face—how could anyone think it was the result of plastic surgery?

"You've got it all wrong. The one living in there is the impostor. I'm your real sister!"

"Hmph. Not only did you get surgery, but you even did your homework on our family." Ren Fan's gaze grew even colder.

"I really am your sister... Ugh, never mind. Just go get Mom and Dad." Song Qian sighed in frustration. Her brother's stubbornness was giving her a headache.

Just then, an elegant voice called out, "A-Fan, who are you talking to?"

Qian Jiaying approached gracefully, her eyes settling on Song Qian.

She had just received a call from the president of Bo'ai Hospital, along with a paternity test report.

The report included Song Qian's photo, but the sudden revelation was still too much to process.

"You are...?" Qian Jiaying hesitated.

Seeing the mother she had longed for standing right before her, Song Qian's heart swelled with emotion. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. "You're Mrs. Ren, aren't you? I'm Song Qian—your biological daughter."

Qian Jiaying's heart raced in confusion. Her gaze darted between Ren Jiaojiao, who was surrounded by guests in the courtyard, and the young woman in front of her.

Ren Fan had never imagined such a scenario. But he had always doted on Ren Jiaojiao like his own precious treasure, and he refused to dwell on the implications. Instinctively, he moved to shoo Song Qian away.

He glared coldly at Song Qian and snapped, "Stop spouting nonsense! If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!"

"Hold on," Qian Jiaying interjected, pressing a hand to her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. Turning to Song Qian, she said in a measured tone, "Why don't you wait in the living room first? We'll talk after the birthday party."

Song Qian's eyes swept across the opulent living room—pausing briefly on the family portrait hanging on the wall, then lingering over the gleaming white Steinway piano that cost more than most people's yearly salaries. The coffee table was piled high with exquisitely wrapped gift boxes, all for Ren Jiaojiao's birthday. Every detail screamed how much the Ren family doted on their precious daughter.

It was clear they weren't exactly rolling out the welcome mat for her.

The birthday festivities dragged on until three in the afternoon. When they finally ended, Ren Jiaojiao walked in arm-in-arm with her parents, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. Then her smile froze—there, in their pristine living room, sat a ponytailed girl in casual clothes, shoveling cake into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in days.

"Hey! You're one of the catering staff, right?" Ren Jiaojiao wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Everyone else is cleaning up outside. What are you doing in here stuffing your face?"

Song Qian swallowed the last bite of cake and wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She met the Ren family's stares head-on. "Got hungry. Couldn't resist the cake." Her gaze flicked to the clock. "Party's over now, yeah?"

Only then did Qian Jiaying realize with a pang of guilt that in her flurry of hosting, she'd completely forgotten to arrange any food for the girl.

Ren Jiaojiao, already itching to tear into her mountain of presents, waved a dismissive hand. "Go do whatever you're supposed to be doing. You're in the way here."

Song Qian slightly furrowed her brows before revealing a meaningful smile. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Song Qian—the biological daughter of the Ren family."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ren Jiaojiao initially thought the woman before her was spouting gibberish. But when she saw the grave expressions on her parents' and brother's faces, her heart suddenly sank with an ominous premonition.

Ren Zhenguo and the others had just finished discussing this matter in the study and were struggling with how to break the news to Jiaojiao. They never expected Song Qian to lay it all out so abruptly.

"This is indeed very sudden. We only just received the news ourselves," Ren Zhenguo sighed deeply before turning his gaze to Song Qian. His voice was firm as he said, "Your name is Song Qian, correct? Since you're our biological daughter, you'll stay with the Ren family from now on."