Seeing her like this, Qi Zhiyang couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Has someone asked you for a service?"

Lin Zhilu handed her the phone: "Regarding the request from Li Wenxiang's daughter, this young lady was quite polite and gave me three thousand yuan right away."

"But this doesn't need three thousand. Let them give us two hundred as a token." Lin Zhilu dipped her finger in cinnabar and drew the rune on the talisman paper in one stroke.

She muttered incantations, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without wind, eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing into the room.

Lin Zhilu clapped her hands: "Done."

Qi Zhiyang clapped his hands: "Our Luoluo is amazing."

He searched online and found that you should praise your girlfriend no matter what she does, and he did that very well.

Lin Zhiluo puffed out her chest and held her head high with pride: "Of course, if I say I'm second, no one dares to say they're first."

Qi Zhiyang grasped her hand and channeled his own energy into Lin Zhiluo's meridians. She had just finished making talismans and had used up some of her spiritual energy, so he was transferring some spiritual energy to her to help her recover faster.

Moreover, he discovered that because of the spiritual energy, Lin Zhiluo's physique had improved significantly, and her pale complexion had gradually become rosy.

Lin Zhiluo sensed it too. She thanked Qi Zhiyang and then continued to curl up on the sofa playing on her phone.

When Qi Zhiyang saw that it was time, he urged Lin Zhiluo to go to sleep, while he got up and went back to his own home.

After Qi Zhiyang left, Lin Zhiluo immediately snuggled into the quilt, holding a sturdy black rope in her hand.

There are also a few warm-smelling jade stones on the rope.

She secretly bought these stones. During her school years, whenever she didn't have classes, she would often use Tao Tao as an excuse to hang out in places like antique streets and jewelry markets.

She is a master of metaphysics, and her eyes are different from others, so she can naturally see which jade has more spiritual energy.

She had already finished weaving a pendant. This bracelet and pendant complemented each other, naturally drawing the surrounding spiritual energy to Qi Zhiyang.

She's going to the film crew for closed training the day after tomorrow, and she'll be spending most of her time with the crew, so this needs to be done quickly.

After she carefully finished weaving the last knot, the whole bracelet suddenly looked different; the already warm and lustrous jade looked even softer.

She placed the jade set in the box with great satisfaction.

When she wakes up tomorrow, the first thing she will do is give this to Qi Zhiyang.

Lin Zhilu slept soundly, but in another city, Li Wenxiang tossed and turned in bed while her husband next to her snored.

She stared at the ceiling. The house felt empty now. In the past, she would talk to her beloved adopted daughter every night after dinner.

Now there's only Old Joe at home.

And why is that Qiao Zaoyao so petty? All I did was neglect her a little, so why won't she forgive me? Qiao Zaoyao is an ungrateful wretch. If Nianxi is willing to change her ways, I'm willing to give her a chance.

As she pondered, she drifted off to sleep. What she couldn't see was that the moment she closed her eyes, a wisp of smoke entered her body.

Li Wenxiang felt a sharp pain and suddenly opened her eyes. Who was so bold as to hit her?

When she opened her eyes, it was as if she had seen a ghost—it was herself.

From this angle, my own face looked utterly repulsive.

If the woman in front of me is myself, then who is she?

She looked at her hands, which were thin and small.

"What are you daydreaming about? You've finished eating, hurry up and wash the dishes." "Li Wenxiang" cursed and slapped Qiao Zaoyao onto the table.

She felt a burning pain in her back. "Li Wenxiang" said disdainfully, "All you do at home is eat and drink all day. You can't do anything like that. You're not as good as your sister Nianxi in any way."

Nianxi, my younger sister? Qiao Nianxi?

She suddenly realized that she had transformed into Qiao Zaoyao.

She wanted to resist, but she couldn't.

She carried the bowls and chopsticks from the table to the kitchen.

She wasn't even as tall as the sink, so she had to stand on a stool to wash the dishes.

She felt so wronged that she burst into tears. When she turned around, she saw "Li Wenxiang" affectionately cutting fruit for Qiao Nianxi.

Li Wenxiang experienced Qiao Zaoyao's every day in this way, and that's not all; she could also empathize with Qiao Zaoyao's emotions.

Sadness, suffocating pain, lingered around Qiao Zaoyao.

Even when she entered junior high school and faced constant harassment from "Li Wenxiang," she no longer cried.

It was after Qiao Zaoyao was falsely accused of taking money from her family that she turned around and gave it all to Qiao Nianxi.

She did lose four thousand yuan, which was the same amount found in Qiao Zaoyao's schoolbag. To teach Qiao Zaoyao a lesson, she gave the four thousand yuan to Qiao Nianxi.

She wanted Qiao Zaoyao to know what kind of child would be liked by parents in this family.

Then she saw the four thousand yuan that "Li Wenxiang" had found in the corner.

Li Wenxiang muttered under her breath, "Isn't this my money? Where did Qiao Zaoyao get her money?" Then she thought, "She probably stole it from somewhere. How could such a young child have so much money?"

She was suddenly shocked; it turned out that Qiao Zaoyao knew all about it.

She nodded, looking at the hands. Although the person was only a teenager, they were already covered in calluses.

Qiao Zaoyao had done a lot of work, and she could feel the exhaustion in her body. She was rarely at home; every time she went out, it was to work hard. Even when she returned home, she still had to do chores. Qiao Nianxi's silk dresses needed to be hand-washed, and she would be beaten if she didn't wash them well.

She resisted, but Li Wenxiang always found a way to hurt her, even when she was asleep, she would beat her with a rolling pin through the blanket.

She was woken up by the pain, and it was then that she realized that Qiao Zaoyao's blanket was only a thin layer, and it would still hurt when she was hit through the blanket.

After Li Wenxiang finished hitting her, she would mutter to herself, "You little bitch, I gave birth to you, so your life belongs to me. You have to take my beatings, or I'll have plenty of ways to punish you next time."

"Heh." She heard her own chilling laughter. "Don't you like going to school? If you don't behave, I'll make sure you don't even get to go to school anymore. I'm your mother, and I'll pin anything on you, whether you did it or not. Do you think the school will believe you or me?"

Li Wenxiang felt her mind suddenly go blank, and her eyes became vacant. A voice in her heart was screaming: "Kill her, she wants to destroy you, kill her, then none of us will survive."

Li Wenxiang felt this frail body trembling; she was really trying very hard to control herself.

Suddenly, Li Wenxiang loosened her grip on her hand, and "Li Wenxiang" walked away triumphantly.

She looked in the direction Li Wenxiang had left and whispered, "Forget it, she's not worth it."