Lin Muke was unusually distracted during morning reading. She sat front and center—a prime spot for diligent students in regular class.

She truly was a earnest, pure-hearted girl, which was why she so easily believed the cute girl who’d suddenly appeared.

The girl introduced herself as “Ye Yuyin,” claiming to be Lin Muke’s daughter—and her father? None other than Ye Huaixian, Lin Muke’s own classmate.

Truth be told, Lin Muke had doubted her. But as Ye Yuyin presented evidence after evidence, eighty percent of that skepticism melted away. Her expression shifted from astonishment to sheer shock.

Wasn’t it startling enough that a little loli who looked strikingly like her had popped up in her bedroom?

And then this loli says she’s the child Lin Muke had with her classmate—wasn’t that utterly mind-blowing?

Yet Lin Muke slowly found she couldn’t even protest.

Ye Yuyin effortlessly listed Lin Muke’s preferences, her parents’ and relatives’ names (even using “maternal grandfather” and “maternal grandmother”!), her favorite dishes, beloved books—and finally, pulled out a jade pendant claimed to be a family heirloom.

Just as Lin Muke thought she’d caught a flaw to counter, a childhood memory flashed: her maternal grandmother wearing that exact pendant. Little Muke had sat in her lap, whispering, “It’s so pretty.”

Some bratty kids snatch what they like. Others, naturally gentle, simply praise it—a child’s innocent little hope. Whether adults notice? That’s on them.

Lin Muke’s grandmother was the one who noticed. And she offered a promise:

“When little Muke gets married, Grandma will give her this jade pendant as dowry, okay?”

After that, Lin Muke had briefly wished to marry sooner. But time passed. Her family moved to Jiangshan City for school. Years went by without visiting Grandma’s house. Memories faded.

The once-cherished pendant vanished into forgotten corners, buried under newer things.

Until little Yuyin stirred it all awake…

“This pendant… where… where did you get it?” Lin Muke covered her mouth.

Ye Yuyin’s face froze in an “oh no” expression. In proving she was Lin Muke’s daughter, she’d accidentally confessed her own mischief.

“I… stole it from Mom. She always said she’d give it to me only after I married… but I couldn’t wait… so…”

Lin Muke was speechless. She believed Ye Yuyin was her child—but this trait? Nothing like her. She’d always been honest, diligent… how could she… steal…?

“Mom! Don’t tell Dad, please! Dad will scold me!” (Ye Huaixian: Guilty as charged.)

Lin Muke’s cheeks flushed crimson.

She… she’d never even had a boyfriend. And this child was already talking about her father—that is, *her*… *her husband*?

She didn’t know how to describe the look on her own face.

But wait… could Ye Yuyin’s unlikeable quirks—traits so unlike her own—be inherited from Ye… Classmate Ye?