Chapter 105

Chapter 105: The Fake Heiress Has Ten Siblings—Her Birth Parents Have Been Found

Jiang Tea Tea barely listened to his lecture. She replied lazily, “Got it. I’ll tell your nephew you’re mad, and he’s not allowed to give you nicknames anymore.”

Chong Ming sighed—so faint it was almost imperceptible—then lowered his hand and finally handed her the dragon blood. His tone softened into something unexpectedly sincere.

“Jiang Tea Tea. Study hard. Your future is limitless.”

Jiang Tea Tea grabbed the bottles like they were treasure and tucked them into her Invisibility Storage Button. “Yeah, yeah…”

She didn’t even look at him. Not because she’d taken his words to heart, but because the dragon blood was finally in her hands.

Chong Ming stared at her. “And…”

Jiang Tea Tea looked up, eyes bright with sudden good humor. “And what?”

He hesitated. “About your birth parents.”

Her expression snapped into seriousness so fast it was almost frightening. “You found my birth parents?”

So Sui Xuan Chu hadn’t been exaggerating. His uncle really could dig up anyone’s information in the Empire without breaking a sweat.

Chong Ming nodded. “I found them. Your birth parents are white wolf clan beastfolk—your father and your mother.”

“You were born with atavism. You don’t resemble either of them. You resemble your grandmother.”

“Your grandmother was a pure Human Race female who married into the black wolf clan. She gave birth to wolf clan beastfolk—sons and daughters. No one expected you to be born a pure Human Race female.”

“After you were born, your parents violated regulations and ran a genetic test on you. The results suggested you had only a three percent chance of awakening an ability…”

Jiang Tea Tea cut him off. “So because it was three percent, they threw me away?”

Chong Ming kept his eyes on her face. No tears. No cracking voice. No grief. It was like she was asking about someone else’s life.

He lowered his voice. “Yes. Three percent is nearly nothing. They planned to discard you and let the Beast God decide your fate. But your adoptive mother had lost her own daughter… and she took you instead.”

“Records show your birth parents always knew where you were. They knew who took you.”

“Even in the past few years—when your adoptive parents’ real daughter returned and they treated you badly, when you had to work hard, earn money, struggle to enter Royal Military Academy—they knew. They knew everything.”

Inside her, the fake heiress’s lingering consciousness stirred. Depression. Confusion. Bitterness. And then a hot, choking anger.

Jiang Tea Tea smiled, a sudden bitter edge to it—not for herself, but for the girl whose life she’d inherited.

“So… their family wasn’t poor. They could’ve paid for my life. For my daily expenses.”

“But they didn’t want to.”

“When I was fifteen and my adoptive parents cut off my money, beat me, kicked me out—I was hungry, scraping by, working odd jobs—they knew. They might’ve even walked past me at a job site, brushed shoulders with me, and still chosen to look away.”

Chong Ming’s voice dropped. “Yes.”

“Your birth parents are the white wolf clan chief and the clan chief’s madam. They have territory, assets, specialty businesses. Their annual income is between eighty million and two hundred million.”

“In their clan, even the most ordinary household receives rewards from them—tens of thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands.”

“You have ten beastfolk siblings. Before adulthood, each of them received two to five thousand star credits per month—depending.”

“Royal Military Academy has two of your brothers and one sister. They’re triplets—two studying mecha manufacturing, one studying mecha maintenance.”

The fake heiress’s remaining consciousness surged with fury. They were right there. Watching. Knowing. Letting her suffer.

Jiang Tea Tea’s mouth curved. “Pretty melodramatic, right?”

Chong Ming’s golden eyes deepened. “Yes. And cruel.”

Jiang Tea Tea drew in a slow breath. “Do you have the family’s full information?”

Chong Ming pulled a thick stack of documents from his Storage Button. “Everything. Your birth parents. Grandparents. All ten siblings.”

“Every sibling awakened an ability—lowest S-rank, highest 3S. Those who stayed in school did well; those who graduated are doing well in business. Two are doing well in the military.”

Jiang Tea Tea took the stack. Each person had a profile sheet with an ID photo and daily-life shots.

She skimmed at speed, then folded everything and stored it in her Invisibility Storage Button. When she looked up again, her eyes were steady as she asked—on behalf of the fake heiress:

“Commander-in-Chief… if your cub wasn’t Dragon Clan—if it was a pure Human Race child, or some bloodline you didn’t expect… would you throw it away?”

Chong Ming answered at once, solemn. “That situation would not exist.”

Jiang Tea Tea didn’t let him slide. “Are you saying you wouldn’t have a child? Or that you wouldn’t throw it away? Answer me.”

The fake heiress’s lingering will was powerful—twisted up with pain and desperate need. It pushed the question out through Jiang Tea Tea’s mouth.

Jiang Tea Tea had grown from heaven and earth as a tea tree demon. She had no parents, no siblings—only a grandmother she acknowledged.

She couldn’t fully share the fake heiress’s pain.

But a contract was a contract. If the fake heiress needed an answer, Jiang Tea Tea would get it.

Chong Ming’s voice was steady as iron. “If I had a child—no matter what it looked like, no matter its bloodline—if it’s mine, I will be proud of it.”

Something inside her seemed to cry quietly at that, mourning the certainty it had never been given.

Jiang Tea Tea nodded once. “I understand. Thank you. Goodbye.”

“Wait.” Chong Ming stopped her.

Jiang Tea Tea paused. “What now?”

He reminded her, “Your 3S healer identity is verified on Starnet. You also placed first in the championship—individual first, squad first.”

“And the Jiang family’s one-billion-star-credit compensation to you will arrive today.”

Jiang Tea Tea’s smile turned sharp and bright. “Commander-in-Chief, don’t worry.”

“I’m useful. I’m capable. I’m rich. My parents and siblings aren’t worthy to recognize me—and I won’t recognize them either.”

“I’ll become so outstanding they regret it every day. They’ll wake up hating themselves and slapping their own faces.”