Miss Fu
Fu Zhiqiao was awakened by thirst. She struggled to sit up in bed, her throat dry and hoarse, her body weak, and her mind a complete fog, as if someone was chopping her head with an axe.
Looking around, the room is decorated with an ebony carved canopy bed and a rosewood gilded peony screen... The antique room layout feels both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar.
"Where is this?" Fu Zhiqiao rubbed her temples, and the next second, she was completely stunned.
What comes into view is a pair of hands that are like white jade, with distinct joints and fair and delicate skin, without a single flaw.
wrong!
This isn't her hand!
A week earlier, to celebrate the successful acquisition of the island hotel project, she specially hired a nail artist to design a real diamond manicure for herself, with a one-carat natural diamond set on her nails, sparkling and dazzling.
However, the nails on these hands are now clean and there is no trace of diamond nail art!
She pinched her fingertip hard; it hurt, it wasn't an illusion!
Wasn't she on vacation on a tropical island? What's going on? Has she been kidnapped?
Fu Zhi Qiao threw back the covers, trying to get out of bed, but her legs gave way and she fell back onto the bed. She frowned, noticing something even more wrong, and her hands trembled as she touched her chest...
It wasn't exactly flat, but it was unremarkable either.
How did it turn into a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling)?
Where are her breasts?
I woke up to find my hands and body weren't mine. Could it be that I've encountered a paranormal event?
Fu Zhiqiao slowly walked to the dressing table.
The polished bronze mirror reflected the girl's face. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her face appear even smaller. Her features were delicate and exquisite, her skin smooth and fair. The childishness between her brows could not conceal her stunning beauty, but the pale color on her lips made her seem somewhat lacking in vitality.
She resembled her original appearance by about 70%, but possessed a more delicate and captivating charm.
Fu Zhiqiao's anxious heart calmed down a little. The thirst in her body stopped her thoughts. Her body desperately needed to replenish water. She forced herself to walk to the table, picked up the teapot to pour water, but found that the teapot was empty, without a single drop of water.
Suppressing the urge to swear, she put down the teapot and prepared to go out to get some water. As she approached the door, she heard several people talking outside.
Fu Zhiqiao paused, then quietly pressed her footsteps against the door to eavesdrop.
"Hey! Have you heard? Chen Mama from the kitchen has pulled some strings to get transferred to Second Master's place!"
"That's right. Anyone with connections wants to be transferred. The second wife's family is highly sought after now. There's no future in staying in the first wife's family."
"Shall we leave too? But I don't know anyone from the second wife's family. Who can I ask for help? Will it cost a lot of money?"
"Hey, do you guys think the young lady will still be the young lady in the future?"
"What are you saying? Of course, Miss is Miss."
Someone tapped their companion on the head, "You idiot! The master is gone, now the second master is the master, so the second young lady is now the eldest young lady, and what about the original eldest young lady...?"
A young maid shrank back, saying, "Shh! Don't say too much, or it won't be good if Granny Cui hears us."
With a new master in the Fu household and a funeral in hand, each courtyard is preoccupied with its own affairs. In addition, Fu Zhi Qiao has been unconscious for three days and has not yet woken up. That's why these maids and servants dare to gather together and gossip about their master's family.
"We don't know when the young lady will wake up. Shall we go have some tea and then come back to keep watch?"
"Okay, okay! My legs are sore from standing for so long!" The group said as they walked away, and the rest of their conversation could not be heard.
Fu Zhiqiao stood there, stunned.
What do you mean by "first wife" and "second wife"? Who is the eldest daughter? What are they talking about?
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head, and Fu Zhi Qiao collapsed to the ground, unable to bear it any longer. All the information in her mind flooded back at once.
The owner of this body is named Fu Zhi Qiao, the eldest daughter of the family, and the only daughter of Fu Chang Yue, the patriarch of the Fu family.
The Fu family were wealthy merchants who had amassed a fortune over time, making them a well-known and wealthy family in Yuzhou. However, not long ago, the patriarch of the Fu family, Fu Changyue, passed away unexpectedly.
To outsiders, Fu Changyue's death seemed like an accident, but Fu Zhiqiao knew that Fu Changyue had been murdered.
An elaborate murder!
The Fu family was in the medicinal herb business, and more than half of the medicinal herbs in the entire Yuzhou City came from the Fu family. Old Master Fu had many wives and concubines, and they had three sons and two daughters. The eldest son, Fu Changyue, was born to his legal wife, Zheng. The second son, Fu Mingjie, and the third son, Fu Wenyang, were born to his second wife, Yang. The two daughters were born to his concubines.
The distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children gradually led to grudges and resentments.
While Old Master Fu was alive, the family maintained a semblance of harmony. However, after his death, all the problems gradually surfaced. As the eldest son of the first wife, Fu Changyue naturally inherited the family business. The two brothers of the second wife, however, were ambitious and secretly created a lot of trouble for Fu Changyue.
On the day of the incident, Fu Changyue was personally escorting a batch of local medicinal herbs from Qingzhou to the capital when he encountered bandits on the way. Not only were the herbs stolen, but he was also killed by the bandits.
When news of Fu Changyue's accident reached the family, the entire Fu family was thrown into chaos, especially Fu Changyue's wife, Yu Roulan, who fainted from shock and grief.
Fu Changyue died suddenly, so suddenly that no one had time to suspect that he was murdered. Just when the Fu family was leaderless, Fu Mingjie from the second branch came out to take charge and successfully took over the business that was originally in Fu Changyue's hands.
All of this seemed to happen naturally, but in fact it had been planned for a long time.
In order to gain power, the brothers Fu Mingjie and Fu Wenyang cruelly murdered their elder brother. No, perhaps in their eyes, Fu Changyue was never an elder brother, but merely a stumbling block on the road to wealth and power.
Fu Zhi Qiao was completely stunned. Her biological father had been murdered, so as the only bloodline of the eldest son's family, wasn't she in a very dangerous situation? Having discovered such a huge secret, she didn't even bother to drink water anymore. While processing the memories in her mind, she sat back down on the bed.
How did I become Fu Zhi Qiao?
Carefully recalling the original owner's memories, on the evening after Fu Changyue's burial, Fu Zhi Qiao, still wearing her mourning clothes, sat alone on the steps under the corridor, secretly grieving.
Since her father passed away, her second uncle has been in charge of the whole family, and she has truly experienced what it means to be cold-hearted and indifferent to the world.
Those who used to fawn over the first wife have now all gone to the second wife's family. The first and second wives' families have never been close, and even the servants' attitudes towards him have completely changed. Even the servants are well aware of their current predicament...
Who can she rely on now?
In a daze, she followed the familiar route and arrived at Fu Changyue's study.
Her father usually liked to use incense, and it was still in use. The room was filled with a familiar scent. Her fingertips traced the tabletop and stroked the paper and inkstone, as if she were touching her father's broad and kind hands.
Fu Zhiqiao carefully sensed the atmosphere of the room, then quietly hid under the small couch next to the desk, just like when she was a child, waiting for Fu Changyue to find her, hold her in his arms and play with her. This was a game that the father and daughter often played when they were young.
The tension that had been building up over the past few days was eased by the familiar scent, and Fu Zhiqiao slowly drifted off to sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt her legs and feet go numb. Just as she was about to crawl out from under the small couch, she unexpectedly overheard Fu Mingjie and Fu Wenyang's conversation. It turned out that her father's death was not an accident; her second and third uncles had conspired to murder him so they could seize all his power in the family and devour the family fortune.
Fu Wenyang was a little uneasy: "Second brother, what if someone suspects us?"
Fu Mingjie's tone was icy: "Who would doubt it? It's perfectly normal for bandits to roam the trade routes. Swords have no eyes; my brother was just unlucky."
With Fu Changyue gone, he only had one daughter, Fu Zhi Qiao, and it was impossible for a young woman to inherit the family business. Yu Rou Lan's health was compromised after giving birth to Fu Zhi Qiao, and she never had a son. Therefore, Fu Ming Jie, who was the second son in the Fu family, naturally became the new head of the family.
"Every man for himself, or the world will destroy him." If Fu Changyue were alive, the two brothers wouldn't get a share of the family fortune. Fu Wenyang's eyes lit up. "I understand, little brother!"
Fu Zhiqiao huddled under the small couch, tightly covering her mouth, afraid of making a sound and being discovered.
"Second brother, we must nip it in the bud." Fu Wenyang made a throat-slitting gesture. Although Fu Changyue was dead, he still had a daughter.
Once you've done something, don't leave yourself any way out.
"A mere woman can't stir up any trouble." Fu Mingjie's tone was disdainful. He had thought things through more thoroughly. Fu Changyue had only been dead for a short time, and the successive deaths of members of the eldest branch of the family would inevitably attract gossip.
The two brothers quickly reached an agreement. They searched Fu Changyue's desk carefully and then rummaged through the cabinet next to it.
Only valuable items, such as account books, are locked up; that's why they come to the study to search for them.
The sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets filled her ears. Fu Zhi Qiao curled up into a ball, letting tears blur her vision.
Since the cabinet was locked and couldn't be opened, Fu Mingjie simply called his servants to move all the locked boxes and cabinets away.
Only after hearing the two close the door and leave did Fu Zhi Qiao slowly relax her stiff body, gently exhale, and make sure no one was in the room before quietly climbing out.
The room had been ransacked, and she couldn't stay there any longer. Fu Zhi Qiao tiptoed and crouched, trying to sneak out of the study. When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered her father's jokes with her mother, "Our A Qiao must be matched with the best man in the world. I've already prepared A Qiao's dowry."
dowry?
By the way, Father's private property is definitely kept separately!
She didn't know where the Fu family's business ledgers were; they had probably already been taken by her second and third uncles. She was powerless to do anything about other things, but her father's private property absolutely could not fall into the hands of the second and third wives.
Fu Zhiqiao had a sudden inspiration and went back to the desk to carefully search under it. Sure enough, she found a box in a hidden compartment under the desk. She carefully put the box in her bosom and went back to her room.
The shock of learning that her father had been murdered by her second and third uncles was so great that Fu Zhi Qiao developed a high fever shortly after returning to her room. Her constitution was already weak, and the fever persisted for several days. Just when everyone thought she wouldn't make it, a Fu Zhi Qiao from the modern world, with the same name, arrived.
One second you're sleeping in the presidential suite of your own hotel, the next you're transported to a strange dynasty.
God, are you kidding me?!
After sorting through the memories in her mind, Fu Zhiqiao felt it was absurd. The original body was weak, and she died from a high fever after being frightened. Then she transmigrated into this world.
The Great Wei Dynasty—this place was not one of the dynasties she knew; it was a completely unfamiliar place.
She was a respectable heir to a family business, and after finally turning the family's five-star hotel from loss to profit, she officially passed the shareholders' test and successfully took over as the next generation successor of the Fu Group, becoming the crown princess recognized by everyone in the industry. Before she could even enjoy the fruits of her victory, she was brought to this strange world.
The once-proud and beautiful woman instantly transformed into a pitiful figure in another world, her status and position plummeting.
Who can accept this?
Fu Zhi Qiao couldn't accept it, and that was when she was feeling depressed.
With a creak, the door opened, and a woman in a dark-colored round-necked jacket rushed in, exclaiming with delight, "Oh my! Thank goodness, thank God, the girl has finally woken up! That's wonderful!"
Seeing Fu Zhi Qiao's confused look and wary gaze, the woman's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the girl's brain had been damaged by a fever?
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