"Zichirn, although you are our biological child, we have raised Xiaoxuan for fifteen years and have a deep bond. She was raised in wealth and is not as resilient as you who grew up in the countryside. Therefore, the eldest daughter of the Ying family is still Xiaoxuan. It's a bit unfair to you, but Mom knows that you are so kind and will definitely not mind. Rest assured, you will get 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 for? You'll only embarrass yourself."

In my dream, there were many figures, and they cast upon me looks of disgust and contempt.

Several seconds later, Ying Zi-Chen fully woke up.

Long lashes fluttered, and her eyes opened to reveal a white hospital room. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant.

"Well, awake?" came a sarcastic voice from above. "Thought you were dead, by the way, don't even bother, what? Needle ran away? Your responsibility?"

One hand pressed down, seeming to hold still, but in reality, it was pressing hard on the wound, even using fingernails to dig into the skin.

However, the child's face showed no pain. With a flick of his wrist, he pressed that hand against the bedside table.

That person suddenly winced and exclaimed, "Are you crazy?!"

"Xiao Jin!" There was another young man in the ward, who was startled and hurried forward. "This is Dr. Lu, he's not here to harm you."

He turned his head, and a face as pale as death materialized in the air. It was gaunt, devoid of any vitality.

But upon closer inspection, the Fifth possesses an exceedingly rare and exquisite pair of eyes. With even the slightest turn, they seem to sweep across one's gaze, shifting from verdant green to a brilliant crimson, flickering in and out of existence like flames.

It possesses an irresistible allure.

A person's eyes flickered, concernedly asking, "Xiao Jin, is there anything else that bothers you?"

The child was speechless, but his hands relaxed.

Dr. Lu stepped back, wrist shaking, and rebuked, "Sure enough, you're a wretch without manners."

Ying Zi Chi raised her eyes, a pair of narrow eyes still stained with water.

His voice was hoarse with the rasp of just waking, a touch hazy and cold: "Sorry, just woke up. I thought I had a dog biting me."

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

"Alright, Xiao Jin has already apologized, stop arguing." Someone tried to mediate, then lowered their voice and bit their lip, a look of guilt on their face. "Xiao Jin, I'm sorry. If it weren't for my illness, you wouldn't have had to donate blood for me. I didn't expect this to happen, and now you've fainted."

"That's what you get!" Doctor Lu said with disdain, "Isn't that just the orphan your Ying family took in out of pity? Do you even need to find me specifically to help your adopted son? You wouldn't even treat your own nephew this way, would you?"

A person sighed: "Xiao Jin's hardships are too many, how can they compare to Xiao Xuan?"

"That's impossible to compare." Doctor Lu chuckled, a dismissive sound. "According to my brother, you were ranked second in your class, unlike certain ingrates who used money to get into the gifted class only to end up as the second-to-last with a three hundred point difference. Truly shameful."

A person frowned: "Don't say that, Xiao Jin was first in her class back in middle school."

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

However, the conversation between the two had absolutely no effect on Ying Zi'er. With a casual glance at them, a name sprang to mind in her head:

Ying Wei.

My younger sister-in-law is 25 years old. She's the top socialite in Shanghai and a famous pianist in China.

Ying Wei suffers from a rare blood disorder. Patients with this condition experience uncontrollable bleeding from any wound, making it difficult for the injury to heal. Moreover, her type is Rhnull, which is extremely rare and difficult to match. To date, there is no complete cure for this disease.

Ying Zi-Chi looked at her slender wrist, so thin that even the veins were visible. She yawned lazily and said, "Tsk."

I'm still alive. This is the Earth I've been to before, and my name is still Ying Zi-Chen. However, I am no longer the "One divination determines life and death, one glance sees fortune and misfortune" celestial diviner of the Xiu Ling world.

Now, is he just a nobody raised by the Ying family, or a living storage for Ying Wei? He's here whenever she needs him.

This time, I fainted because of Ying Wei's injury. For several days, I was forced and couldn't resist.

"What happened then?" Dr. Lu looked at Ying Wei, "Who pushed you? You were there, weren't you? Did you see anything?"

The last sentence was directed at the child.

Upon seeing this, Dr. Lu's temper flared immediately: "I'm asking you a question, are you deaf?"

"Hmph." Ying Zichen's eyes were languid. "Quiet."

"What kind of attitude is that?" Doctor Lu slammed the folder in his hand on the table, sneering. "Wei, I'm sorry, but with that attitude, I won't treat your illness now."

Ying Zi-Chen leisurely smoothed her collar and said, "The door is over there."

Dr. Lu had intended to have the child speak first, but his punch landed on empty air. He was momentarily embarrassed, feeling a searing pain on his face. With a muttered "You slut, flirting with your own uncle and pretending to be tough," he hastily left.

"Xiao Jin!" Ying Wei scolded, "Doctor Lu is a specialist in recuperation physicians, what are you going to do if you scare him away?"

"Well, an expert in administering glucose," Ying Zi's voice was calm. "Didn't know you thought I wanted something big."

Ying Wei's heart skipped a beat. "Xiao Jin?"

"Ying Zi-Chi propped herself up in bed with her elbow and said, “Although what the expert said makes sense, I also want to know who pushed my aunt down. The perpetrator will always reveal their tracks."

Picking up the phone on the bedside table, he looked at the person and said, "Is that so?"

The child's aura suddenly became overwhelming, Ying Wei couldn't hold back at all. She frowned and said unpleasantly, "Xiao Jin, you really shouldn't be like this anymore. Whether or not you hurt me doesn't matter to me, but if you keep going like this, one day you'll bump into the adults. How can your aunt protect you then?"

"Then thank you, Elder Sister-in-law. I heard that this ward was specially chosen for me." Ying Zi'er raised her head to look at the doorplate, as if smiling. "The number is quite good."

After finishing his words, he didn't look at anyone's expression and directly walked out of Room 914.

Ying Wei bit her lip, her eyes dark and unreadable.

After thinking about it, I still took out my phone and dialed a number. After the call connected, I whispered, "Mo Yuan, Xiao Jin usually listens to you the most. Can you help me persuade her?"

On the phone, it seemed as if he hadn't expected to hear such a thing. He fell silent for a moment, then said coldly, "You take care of yourself and don't bother me. If you go any further, I will have someone send you away."

** **

Wind and snow swirled, silver-clad and bare.

Shanghai stands along the coast, never seeing snow even in deep winter. But this year, after the Spring Festival had passed, snow began to fall in mid-February. It scattered across the night sky, cold and icy.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the streets were bustling with people.

The child wore only a simple black shirt and a pair of long, straight legs. They carried a single-shoulder bag and walked slowly, completely out of sync with everything around them.

Pale as jade, yet without losing its beauty, occasionally a neon light flashes across her eyebrows and eyes, like scattered stars gently rippling.

Across the street—

"Hey, Qi." Nie's gaze immediately sharpened, bumping the person beside him with his shoulder. "Guess who I saw?"

"Hmm?" The man sounded absentminded. "Saw another one of your old flames?"

He leaned against the wall, tall and languid, with a roguish air.

Xiu Ruomei's delicate fingers toyed with a ring, but her hand was whiter than jade.

The wind and snow blurred his brow, yet did not obscure his refined elegance, but rather accentuated the air of detachment about him.

He has a pair of naturally smiling peach blossom eyes, slightly curved, looking at anyone as if he were holding back a smile, his gaze piercing and electrifying. It's irresistible.

He was born a captivating and alluring monster.

Nie Chao thought to himself, no wonder those socialites couldn't see past that face. Even he, a man, felt like kneeling.

"What old man? I never look back. I'm just talking about the kid that the Ying family adopted a few months ago."

The man absentmindedly hummed in response, his right side slightly bent and tilted upward. His profile, from the curvature to the lines, was perfectly crafted, causing passersby to glance back repeatedly.

Nie Chao knew he wasn't interested, so he said again: "You just came back, you don't know, this Ying family raises a husband-to-be who seduces his sister-in-law."

A hint of amusement flickered across the man's brow. "Jiang Mo Yuan?" he finally responded.

"It's him," Nie Chao scoffed. "He's got some guts."

Jiang Mo was far older than these young masters, only a few years older, not yet thirty. He was already the top executive in the company, and everyone in Shanghai would address him respectfully as "Mr. Jiang San."

Jiang Mo Yuan and Ying Wei are a match made in heaven, both coming from prominent families. Jiang is the top socialite in Shanghai, while Ying is the man every socialite wants to marry.

Nie Zhaoxi sighed: "Qi, if you were to do something legitimate for a living, with your looks like that, they would all want to marry you."

Besides Jiang Mo Yuan, the most renowned person in Hu City was none other than Fu Yun Shen, the seventh son of the Fu family, who stood before him now.

However, the latter does not have a good reputation, it seems that apart from a face and wealth, there are no other advantages to be found.

Kenzo had always looked down on that spoiled playboy.

Fu Yun's deep eyes narrowed, and he smiled nonchalantly: "I wouldn't want to be like him."

"That's right," Nie Chao said, "It's still better to live a life of pleasure and freedom. Luckily, there's more than just me in my family, so I won't be forced by my father to inherit the company."

Fu Yun Shen remained silent.

"You might not know this, but the Ying family adopts children just to support Ying Wei. It's quite pitiful, isn't it?" Nie Chao continued. "But even pitiful people have their faults. I think the Ying family has poor character."

He gazed at the child, couldn't help but be amazed: "But she is truly beautiful, wow, those few in the Imperial City can't compare."

Fu Yun Shen still didn't respond, his peach blossom eyes lowered, as if lost in thought.

No one to gossip with, Nie Chao was bored. Just as he was about to ask the man if he wanted to go to the new bar, he suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, Qi, it seems like that Ying family is in trouble."

Five thugs who seemed to have materialized out of thin air blocked the child's path. Their smiles were sinister, their eyes glinting with malice. Two of them even carried knives in their hands.

People around saw but just glanced coldly, then hurried away.

"I now believe in karma." Nie Chao also watched with amusement, "Look at those thin arms and legs, so pitiful."

Fu Yun Shen didn't even glance, but spoke instead: "Go help."

"Help?" Nie Chao was suspicious, "Are you serious, Qi? You're asking me to help? Don't you know how bad my reputation is in Hu City? If I go, it'll be like getting dragged into the mud."

"She's just a little girl." Fu Yun Shen raised his eyebrows, "You only hear rumors. High society is full of twists and turns, black and white are always shifting, how could you possibly know what she's really like?"

Nie Chao thought to himself, "Why should I be the one to help?"

Fu Yun Shen lazily said, "You'll know empty-hand karate."

"Alright, alright," Nie Chao said helplessly. "I'll go help, but if I get stuck babysitting this Ying Jia for a while, I'm blaming you."

"Well." Fu Yun Shen said faintly, "Consider it mine."

Nie Chao was a little reluctant to walk forward, but before he even reached his destination, an accident happened.

Only saw the child, with an expressionless face, grab the arm of the leader. Suddenly he lifted it up and with a swift over-the-shoulder throw landed a heavy blow.

He struck again within ten seconds, throwing a punch and raising his foot to deliver an elbow strike, quickly knocking down the remaining thugs. They didn't even have time to breathe.

Suddenly, everyone was caught off guard. The pedestrians around were all stunned.

Nie Chao stared dumbfoundedly.

Holy crap?

Fu Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, then he stood up slowly. His peach blossom eyes lifted, and suddenly, he smiled.