Chapter 1 The Return of the Divine Fortune Teller

“Zijin, although you are our daughter, we have raised Xiaoxuan for fifteen years and have a deep affection for her. She was raised in luxury since she was a child, unlike you who have always been able to endure hardship in the countryside. So, Xiaoxuan is still the eldest daughter of the Ying family.”

"It is a bit unfair to you, but you are so kind, Mom knows you won't mind. Don't worry, you will have everything you deserve."

"What? You're going too? Are you kidding me? They want a socialite. You can't even play a single piano piece. What are you going to do? You'll only embarrass yourself."

In my dream, there were chaotic figures and noisy conversations.

A few seconds later, Ying Zijing fully woke up.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to find herself in a white hospital room, the smell of disinfectant filling the air.

"Oh, you're awake?" A sarcastic voice came from above her head. "I thought you were dead. Don't move. What are you doing? You'll be responsible if the needle gets out of control?"

A hand pressed down on her, squeezing her wound hard.

However, the girl showed no sign of pain. With a flick of her wrist, she pressed that hand back onto the bedside table.

The man immediately winced in pain and screamed, "Are you crazy?!"

"Xiao Jin!" There was another young woman in the ward. She was startled and hurried forward. "This is Dr. Lu. He's not here to harm you."

The girl turned her head, revealing a pale, bloodless face to the air; she looked sickly and listless.

But upon closer inspection, her features are exquisitely delicate, with beautiful phoenix eyes that, with a slight turn, reveal a shimmering light, like floating emeralds and flowing crimson, bright and dim.

It possesses a powerful, seductive charm that can make people lose their senses.

The woman's eyes flickered, and she asked with concern, "Xiao Jin, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

The girl didn't say anything, but she loosened her grip.

Dr. Lu rubbed his wrist and stepped back, scolding, "You really are an ill-mannered ingrate."

Ying Zijin raised her eyes, her long, narrow phoenix eyes still glistening with dew.

Her voice, low and hoarse from waking up, carried a hint of coldness: "Sorry, I just woke up. I thought a dog bit me."

Dr. Lu's expression changed: "You!"

"Alright, Xiao Jin has already apologized, stop arguing." The woman tried to calm her down, her face full of self-reproach. "Xiao Jin, I'm sorry. If it weren't for my illness, you wouldn't have needed to give me a blood transfusion. I never expected that this would cause you to faint."

"She deserves it!" Dr. Lu said with disgust. "Isn't she just the daughter your Ying family adopted out of pity? Why did you need to specifically ask me to help her recover?"

The woman sighed: "Xiao Jin has suffered too much, how can she compare to Xiao Xuan?"

“There’s no comparison.” Dr. Lu laughed this time, but with a hint of disdain. “My brother told me that she’s second in the grade, unlike some ungrateful bastard who got into the gifted class by paying money and ended up more than 300 points behind the second-to-last student. That’s really shameful.”

The woman frowned: "Don't say that. Xiao Jin was number one in her old middle school."

Dr. Lu scoffed: "The top student in a county can't even get into a second-tier university."

However, their conversation had no effect on Ying Zijing. She glanced at the woman casually, and a name immediately came to mind—

Ying Luwei.

Her aunt, 25 years old this year, is the most famous socialite in Shanghai and a well-known pianist in China.

Due to a gene mutation, Ying Luwei suffers from a rare form of hemophilia.

Patients with this disease experience uncontrollable bleeding from wounds that are difficult to heal, and their blood type is extremely rare, Rhnull, making it very difficult to find a match. To date, there is still no cure.

Ying Zijing looked at her slender wrist, where even the veins were visible, and said wearily, "Tsk."

She died in the spiritual world, but returned to Earth, the place she had once visited.

After nearly seventeen years in a slumber, her consciousness and memories have now fully awakened.

Her name is still Ying Zijin, a name that has stayed with her for a long time.

However, she is no longer the divine strategist of the cultivation world who can "determine life and death with a single divination and foresee fortune and misfortune with a glance."

Now she is a lowly adopted daughter of the Ying family, and also Ying Luwei's mobile blood bank, available whenever she is called upon.

This time, Ying Luwei fainted because she was injured and had been forcibly drained of blood for several days without being able to resist.

"What exactly happened?" Dr. Lu looked at Ying Luwei. "Who pushed you down? You were there, did you see it?"

The last sentence was spoken to the girl.

Seeing that she didn't move, Dr. Lu's temper flared up immediately: "I'm asking you a question, are you mute?"

"Noisy." Ying Zijing's expression was languid. "Quiet."

"What kind of attitude is this?" Dr. Lu slammed the folder in his hand heavily on the table and sneered, "Luwei, I'm sorry, but because of her attitude, I'm not treating her anymore."

Ying Zijing slowly adjusted her clothes: "The door is over there."

Dr. Lu had intended for the girl to plead with him, but instead, he punched empty air. He looked embarrassed for a moment, his face burning with pain. He left with a curt remark, "What's with the attitude of that slut who seduced her own uncle?"

"Xiao Jin!" Ying Luwei scolded, "Dr. Lu is an expert-level sanatorium physician. If you drive her away, what will happen to your health?"

"Yes, an expert in glucose infusions," Ying Zijing said calmly. "Anyone who didn't know better would think I was about to have some major surgery."

Ying Luwei's heart skipped a beat: "Xiao Jin?"

Ying Zijing propped herself up on her elbows and sat up: "But the expert is right. I also want to know who pushed my aunt down. Evil people always leave a trace."

She picked up the phone from the bedside table and looked at the woman: "You agree, right?"

The girl's aura suddenly became incredibly imposing, and Ying Luwei was completely overwhelmed. She frowned, displeased: "Xiao Jin, you really shouldn't be so willful anymore. I don't care whether you hurt me or not, but if you continue like this, what will happen if you offend someone important one day? How will your aunt protect you?"

"Then thank you in advance, Auntie. I heard that you specially chose this ward for me." Ying Zijing looked up at the room number, seemingly smiling, "The number is good."

After saying that, she didn't even look at the woman's expression and went straight out of room 914.

Ying Luwei bit her lip, her gaze unfathomable.

She thought for a moment, then took out her phone and dialed a number. After the call connected, she said in a low voice, "Moyuan, Xiaojin usually listens to you the most. Can you help me persuade her?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed surprised to hear such a sentence. After a moment of silence, they said coldly, "Take good care of yourself and don't worry about her. If she pushes her luck any further, I will send someone to take her away."

**

Snowflakes fluttered down, blanketing everything in silver.

Shanghai stands along the coast, where snow rarely falls even in the depths of winter. But this year, snow began to fall in late January, scattering across the night sky, its chill palpable.

The streets were bustling with people at nine o'clock in the evening.

The girl wore only a simple black shirt, her legs were long and straight, she carried a shoulder bag, and walked slowly, completely out of place with everything around her.

Her face was pale, yet stunningly beautiful. Occasionally, the light of a neon light would flash across her eyes, like tiny stars slowly spreading out.

Across the street —

"Hey, Seventh Young Master." Nie Chao's gaze immediately fixed on the person next to him, and he nudged the waist. "Guess who I saw?"

"Hmm?" The man asked casually. "You saw your ex-lover again?"

He leaned against the wall, tall and slender, with a lazy demeanor that exuded a playboy air.

Xiu Ruomei's fingers toyed with a thumb ring, her hands even whiter than jade.

The wind and snow blurred his features, but it did not conceal his refined and elegant beauty; on the contrary, it made him appear even more otherworldly.

The man had a pair of naturally smiling, almond-shaped eyes that were slightly curved, making everyone he looked at seem to be filled with affection, radiating charm and irresistible allure.

She was born a bewitching and captivating beauty.

Nie Chao thought to himself, no wonder those socialites couldn't see anyone else when they saw such a face. Even he, a man, felt like kneeling down.

"What ex-lover? I never go back to an old flame. I saw the girl the Ying family adopted a few months ago."

The man absentmindedly hummed in response, his right leg slightly bent, and his slightly raised profile was perfectly proportioned, with both the curve and lines drawing frequent glances from passersby.

Nie Chao knew he wasn't interested, so he added, "You just got back, so you don't know, but this adopted daughter of the Ying family is seducing her aunt's fiancé."

The man raised an eyebrow, finally responding: "Jiang Moyuan?"

“It’s him.” Nie Chao clicked his tongue. “She’s really bold.”

Jiang Mo was a generation older than these young masters, but only five or six years older. Before he was even thirty, he was already the head of the company, and everyone in Shanghai would respectfully call him "Third Master Jiang".

Jiang Moyuan and Ying Luwei were considered a good match, both coming from one of the four most prestigious families. One was the top socialite in Shanghai, and the other was the man that all socialites wanted to marry.

Nie Chao sighed, "Seventh Young Master, if you were to focus on your career, with a face like yours, you would definitely be the one they most want to marry."

Besides Jiang Moyuan, the most famous person in Shanghai is Fu Yunshen, the seventh young master of the Fu family, who is standing in front of him.

However, the latter doesn't have a good reputation; it seems that besides his good looks and wealth, he has no other merits.

But Nie Chao felt that he could never see through this playboy.

Fu Yunshen's eyes narrowed, and he smiled casually: "I don't want to end up like him."

“That’s true,” Nie Chao said. “It’s better to live a life of pleasure and freedom. Luckily, I’m not the only one in my family, so I won’t be dragged away by the old man to inherit the company.”

Fu Yunshen remained silent.

“You may not know this, but the Ying family adopted her just to provide blood for Ying Luwei. It’s quite pitiful,” Nie Chao said. “However, there’s always a reason why someone is pitiful. I don’t think this adopted daughter of the Ying family has any character flaws.”

He scrutinized the girl, unable to help but be amazed: "But she's really beautiful, tsk tsk, none of the girls in the capital can compare to her."

Fu Yunshen still didn't respond, his peach blossom eyes slightly lowered, lost in thought.

With no one to gossip with, Nie Chao grew bored. Just as he was about to ask the man if he wanted to go to the newly opened bar, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, Seventh Young Master, it seems that the Ying family's adopted daughter is in trouble."

Five street thugs, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, blocked the girl's path. They had malicious, sleazy smiles on their faces, and two of them were carrying knives.

Many people around saw it, but they only glanced at it indifferently before hurrying on their way.

“Now I believe in karma.” Nie Chao didn’t move, watching the show with amusement. “Look at her thin arms and legs, so pitiful.”

Fu Yunshen didn't go to check, but instead said, "Go and help them."

"Help?" Nie Chao doubted that he had heard correctly. "Seventh Young Master, you actually want me to help her? Do you know how bad her reputation is in Shanghai? Going there will only get you tainted."

“She’s just a young girl.” Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids. “You’re just repeating hearsay. The world of the wealthy is a murky place, and it’s common for right and wrong to be reversed. How would you know what kind of person she really is?”

Nie Chao thought about it and agreed: "But why should I be the one to help?"

Fu Yunshen said lazily, "You know karate."

"Alright, alright." Nie Chao said helplessly, "I'll go help, but if this adopted daughter of the Ying family gets clingy to me later, I'll say it was you."

"Hmm." Fu Yunshen said calmly, "It's on me."

Nie Chao reluctantly stepped forward, but before he could reach him, an accident occurred.

The girl, expressionless, grabbed the arm of the leader of the thugs, suddenly lifted it up, and executed a backhand judo throw, her movements extremely cold and ruthless.

Within ten seconds, she threw punches, kicks, and elbows, quickly taking down the remaining thugs without even breaking a sweat.

It happened so fast that it caught everyone off guard, and the passersby were stunned.

Nie Chao stared in disbelief: "..."

Holy crap?

Fu Yunshen slowly straightened up, raised his peach blossom eyes, and suddenly smiled.

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This story is entirely fictional; please do not apply it to real life. My Weibo is @卿浅Sherry

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After Si Fuqing blew herself up, not only was her luck stolen, but everyone also told her to get out of the entertainment industry.

Having been given a second chance at life, all she wanted was to relax and enjoy life. But there were always some clueless people jumping around, ignorant and incompetent, engaging in derogatory marketing tactics, lacking any real skills. Is there any hope for them? They need to be dealt with.

Si Fuqing squeezed her wrist and moved it.

Later, she was subjected to a barrage of online abuse, accused of being presumptuous and trying to get close to Yu Yao, and false rumors circulated about her promiscuous private life.

International superstar: I'm able to stand here today thanks to Qingqing.

Top male celebrity: Stay away from my sister @YuYao

Official statement from the International Games: Congratulations to Si Fuqing on winning her 13th individual gold medal!

Yu Yao initially looked down on Si Fuqing, but later, when he learned the truth and was filled with remorse, he knelt down and begged her to look at him one more time. He was then forced to post a clarification on Weibo: @Si Fuqing, Hello, Ninth Aunt.

The entire internet crashed that day.

(End of this chapter)