However, Han Yu did not wait for Cheng Xiaorui to answer. He said to the servant, "Aunt Li, take her to the guest room to rest."
The servant immediately stepped forward and gestured for Cheng Xiaorui to follow, "Miss Cheng, please come with me."
Cheng Xiaorui nodded slightly, glanced at Han Yu again, and then nodded slightly to everyone, making a gesture, "Uncle, Aunt, I'll go up and rest. Thank you."
Father and Mother Han could not understand Cheng Xiaorui's words, so Han Yu explained, "She said thank you, and she'll go up to rest."
"This girl is quite sensible," Mother Han said, her eyes fixed on Cheng Xiaorui.
Watching Cheng Xiaorui walk towards the staircase with the servant, she followed a few steps with some reluctance.
Only when they reached the third floor and disappeared from view did Mother Han couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly is she? Why does she look so much like your deceased sister?"
Han Yu sat down on the sofa, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff. "Yes. The first time I saw her, I also thought she looked a lot like my sister. But she isn't Han Yunzhen."
"Are you sure she's not Zhen'er?" Father Han adjusted his glasses, looking towards the third floor. "If Zhen'er were alive today, she'd be the same age as her."
"Yu, are you sure about her identity?" Han Yu's elder brother pressed incredulously.
Han Yu nodded with certainty. "I secretly took her hair earlier and did a DNA test with your and Mom's hair, but she is indeed not Yunzhen. Besides, Yunzhen has been missing for over ten years. We have no idea what she looks like now."
Han Yu had a younger sister named Han Yunzhen, but few people outside knew of her existence.
Even Qing Muyue, Tang Si, and Lu Yanming didn't know about Han Yunzhen.
That's why, when he first went to Meng Jingwei's hometown and saw Cheng Xiaorui by the river, he found a way to bring her from the countryside to Lancheng.
There was no other reason, only because she looked like Han Yunzhen.
Mentioning Han Yunzhen, Mother Han's eyes welled up. "Yes, our Zhen'er has been gone for so many years. No matter how much she resembles our Zhen'er, she only resembles Zhen'er from over ten years ago."
Mother Han's voice was choked with emotion. Father Han patted her back. "It's all in the past, don't be sad."
"Yu, you shouldn't have brought her back, it just makes Mom and Dad sad," Han Yu's elder brother said calmly.
"Xiaoyu, don't listen to your brother. It's good that you brought her. Mom feels comforted looking at this girl." To her, it was more like solace.
"Since your mother likes her, why don't you let this girl live with us from now on?" Father Han doted on Mother Han and knew that Han Yunzhen was her deep-seated sorrow.
Now that he had found someone who looked so much like their daughter who had vanished, it was better to keep her close, at least for psychological comfort.
"Yes, yes. Xiaoyu, let this girl live with us," Mother Han moved to sit next to Han Yu. "Son, can you?"
Han Yu didn't answer, silently smoking his cigarette, exhaling wisps of smoke. Finally, he said, "I'll ask her about her wishes tomorrow."
"Haha, good, good, good," Mother Han was extremely happy.
The family chatted in the living room for a long time. After they each retired to their rooms, Han Yu went to the guest room where Cheng Xiaorui was staying.
He stood at the door and knocked, but there was no response from inside the room.
His brow furrowed slightly. Had she fallen asleep so quickly?
What a sleepyhead.
Han Yu returned to his own room, opened a drawer, and took out a thick photo album, flipping through it to a faded photograph.
The photo was of Han Yunzhen, his biological sister.
Han Yunzhen had been lost from his care back then.