"Zijin, although you are our daughter, we have raised Xiao Xuan for fifteen years and have deep feelings for her. She's been brought up in wealth, unlike you, who have always endured hardships in the countryside. Thus, Xiao Xuan will remain the young mistress of the Ying Family."

"It's a bit unfair to you, but you're so kind-hearted, mom knows you definitely won't mind. Don't worry, you won't miss out on anything you deserve."

"What? You want to go too? Are you joking? They're looking for socialites, and you can't even play a single piano piece. What's there for you to do but embarrass yourself?"

In the dream were chaotic figures and a cacophony of voices.

It took a few seconds for Ying Zijin to fully awaken.

Her long lashes fluttered, her eyes opened, and what came into view was a white hospital room filled with the smell of disinfectant lingering in her nostrils.

"Oh, you're awake?" A sarcastic voice came from above her head. "Thought you had died. Don't move, what are you moving for? If the needle comes out, will you take responsibility?"

A hand held her down, pinching her wound forcefully.

However, the girl showed no expression of pain. She flipped her wrist over, pressing that hand against the bedside table.

The person immediately shrieked in pain, "Are you crazy?!"

"Xiao Jin!" There was another young woman in the ward, startled, she hurried over, "This is Doctor Lu, he's not here to harm you."

The girl turned her head, revealing a face so pale it was devoid of any color, looking wan and lacking in Vitality Qi Spirit.

But upon closer inspection, her features were quite delicate, with beautiful phoenix-shaped eyes. With a slight turn, a faint light passed over them, the colors fleeting and ephemeral, having a strong bewitchment power.

The woman's eyes flickered with concern, "Xiao Jin, do you feel unwell anywhere else?"

The girl didn't speak, but her hand loosened.

Doctor Lu massaged her wrist as she stepped back, scolding, "Indeed, an uneducated ingrate."

Ying Zijin lifted her gaze, her narrow phoenix eyes still moist with dew.

Her voice, hoarse from just having woken up, had an added touch of hazy coldness, "Sorry, just woke up, I thought I was being bitten by a dog."

Doctor Lu's face changed, "You!"

"Alright, Xiao Jin has already apologized, let's not fight," the woman said, trying to calm the situation, her expression filled with self-reproach, "Xiao Jin, I'm sorry, if it wasn't for my illness, there was no need for you to give a blood transfusion. I didn't expect that it would cause you to faint."

"She got what she deserved!" Doctor Lu said with disgust, "Isn't she just the foster daughter your Ying Family took in out of pity? Do you really need to go to the trouble of finding me to help her recuperate?"

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

"She cannot compare," Doctor Lu now laughed scornfully, "I've heard from my brother that she is second in her grade, not like a certain ingrate who got into the Elite Class by paying money, trailing behind by over three hundred points to the penultimate one, truly embarrassing."

The woman frowned, "Don't say that, Xiao Jin was the top student in her previous middle school."

Doctor Lu sneered, "A top student from a county town who can't even get into a second-tier university."

However, the conversation between the two didn't affect Ying Zijin at all. She glanced casually at the woman, and a name surfaced in her mind—

Ying Luwei.

Her younger aunt, 25 years old this year, Shanghai City's number one socialite and a famous pianist in Hua Country.

Due to a genetic mutation, Ying Luwei had a rare condition of hemophilia.

This disorder meant a patient's wounds would bleed continuously and struggled to heal; furthermore, her blood type was the extremely rare Rhnull, very difficult to match, and until now, there was no complete cure.

Ying Zijin glanced at her delicate wrist, so thin that even the veins were visible, and gave a listless "tsk."

She had died in the Spirit Cultivation World, yet here she was again on Earth, the same place she had once visited.

After a slumber of nearly seventeen years, her consciousness and memory were now fully awakened.

Her name remained Ying Zijin, a name that had been with her for a long time.

Only now, she was no longer the Divine Calculator of the World from the Spirit Cultivation World, "who could determine life and death with a single divination and perceive fortunes and calamities with a glance."

The current her was a foster daughter of the Ying Family, who was unfit to be presented in public, and Ying Luwei's personal Living Blood Bank, available at a moment's call.

Her recent fainting spell was due to Ying Luwei's injury. She had her blood forcibly drawn numerous times over the past few days, without any chance of resistance.

"What exactly happened at that time?" Doctor Lu looked at Ying Luwei, "Who pushed you down? You were there, did you see anything?"

The last question was directed at the girl.

Seeing her motionless, Doctor Lu's anger surged, "I'm asking you, have you gone mute?"

"Noisy," Ying Zijin said with a languid look in her eyes. "Quiet."

"What kind of attitude is that?" Doctor Lu slammed the folder in her hand onto the table and sneered, "Luwei, I am sorry, but with her attitude, I am not treating her illness now."

Ying Zijin leisurely straightened her clothing, "The door is there."

Doctor Lu had hoped the girl would speak softly and beg him. She did not expect his punch to hit air, her expression momentarily flustered. She face burned with humiliation as she spat out, "You seduced your own uncle, acting all high and mighty," and hurriedly left.

"Xiao Jin!" Ying Luwei chided, "Doctor Lu is an expert rehabilitation physician. You have made her angry. What will you do about your health?"

"Hmm, an expert at administering glucose," said Ying Zijin indifferently, "if one didn't know better, they'd think I was about to undergo some major surgery."

Ying Luwei felt a pang in her heart, "Xiao Jin?"

Propping herself up with her elbow, Ying Zijin sat up in bed, "But the expert makes sense. I too would like to know who pushed my aunt downstairs. Wrongdoers will eventually reveal their own mistakes."

She picked up the mobile phone by her bed and looked at the woman, "Don't you agree?"

The girl's momentum suddenly became overwhelming, and Ying Luwei found herself unable to cope. Frowning and displeased, she said, "Xiao Jin, you really should stop being so willful. I don't care if you hurt me, but if you keep this up and offend someone important one day, how will your aunt protect you?"

"I should thank my aunt in advance, then. I heard you picked this hospital room especially for me," Ying Zijinh remarked as she looked up at the door number with a seemingly amused expression, "Nice number."

Having said that, she didn't even wait to see the woman's reaction and walked straight out of the 914 ward.

Ying Luwei bit her lip, her eyes shadowy and troubled.

After some thought, she still took out her phone and dialed a number. Once connected, she spoke in a low voice, "Moyuan, Xiao Jin usually listens to you the most. Could you help me persuade her?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone as if taken aback by her request, then came the cold reply, "Take good care of yourself and don't bother with her. If she continues to overstep, I will have someone send her away."

**

Snow fluttered down, dressing the landscape in glistening white.

Shanghai City stood by the sea, where even in the depths of winter, it normally wouldn't snow. But this year, in late January, snow began to drift down from the sky, cool and refreshing.

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

The girl was dressed in only a simple black blouse, with long, straight legs. She carried a shoulder bag and walked slowly, completely out of sync with everything around her.

Her complexion was pale yet strikingly beautiful. Occasionally, the light from neon signs skimmed across her eyes and brows, as if casting a slow-moving halo of shattered stars.

Across the street—

"Hey, The Seventh Young Master," Nie Chao's gaze fixed instantly and he nudged the person next to him, "Guess who I just saw?"

"Hmm?" The man appeared nonchalant, "Saw an old flame again?"

He leaned casually against the wall, his frame tall and his posture relaxed, exuding a playboy vibe.

His fingers, as delicate as plum blossoms, toyed with a ring, looking even whiter than jade.

The snow hazed his features, which did not hide his pure and dazzling beauty but seemed to set him apart from the mortals.

The man had naturally smiling, peach blossom eyes, gently curved, as if bearing affection for everyone, those eyes electrifying and irresistibly charming.

Born a soul-stirring seducer.

Nie Chao thought to himself, no wonder those socialites couldn't see anyone else when confronted with such a face; he, a man, felt like kneeling.

"No old flame, I never rekindle old relationships. I saw that girl the Ying Family adopted a few months back."

The man hummed absentmindedly, his right leg slightly bent, revealing a profile where every curve and line was perfectly exquisite, making passersby turn their heads frequently.

Nie Chao knew he wasn't interested, so he added, "You've only just come back, so you don't know. That foster daughter of the Ying Family seduced her aunt's fiancé."

The man's brows lifted slightly, showing some interest finally, "Jiang Moyuan?"

"That's the one," Nie Chao clicked his tongue, "She's got guts."

Jiang Moyuan was a generation older than these young masters, only five or six years older by age, not even thirty yet, and already the head of the company; everyone in Shanghai City respectfully called him "Third Master Jiang."

Jiang Moyuan and Ying Luwei were well-matched, both coming from the Four Major Noble Families—one was the leading socialite of Shanghai City; the other was the most eligible bachelor for whom the socialites yearned.

Nie Chao sighed, "The Seventh Young Master, if you were serious in your pursuits, with your face, you'd definitely be the one they all want to marry."

In Shanghai City, the most notorious name besides Jiang Moyuan was the man before his eyes, Fu Yunshen, The Seventh Young Master of the Fu Family.

However, the latter's reputation was not a good one; it seemed that aside from a handsome face and wealth, no other merits could be found.

But Nie Chao always felt that he couldn't see through this dandy playboy.

Fu Yunshen's eyes were restrained as he smiled carelessly, "I certainly don't want to be like him."

"That's true," Nie Chao said, "It's better to enjoy life's pleasures freely. Luckily, I'm not the only child in my family, so I won't be forced by the old man to take over the company."

Fu Yunshen didn't speak.

"You might not know, but the Ying Family taking in a foster daughter is just to provide blood for Ying Luwei; it's quite pitiful," Nie Chao continued, "But the pitiable also have their detestable points. I think this foster daughter of the Ying Family is lacking in character."

He scrutinized the girl, inevitably astounded, "But she really is good-looking, tsk tsk, none of those from the capital can compare to her."

Fu Yunshen still gave no response, his peach blossom eyes slightly lowered, his thoughts unknown.

With no one to gossip with, Nie Chao also lost interest. Just as he was about to ask the man if he wanted to check out the newly opened bar, he was suddenly surprised, "Hey, The Seventh Young Master, it seems like the Ying Family's foster daughter is in trouble."

Five street thugs who had appeared out of nowhere blocked the girl's way, their faces bearing ill-intentioned, lewd smiles, with two of them holding knives in their hands.

Many people around noticed the scene but merely glanced at it coldly, before hurrying on their way.

"Now I believe in karma," Nie Chao didn't move, as if watching a good drama, "Look at her slender arms and legs, pitiful indeed."

Fu Yunshen, without looking, finally spoke, "Go help her out."

"Help?" Nie Chao doubted he heard correctly, "No way, The Seventh Young Master, are you actually asking me to help her? Do you know how bad her reputation is in Shanghai City? Getting involved would be like getting smeared with filth."

"She's just a young girl," Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids, "You're also just going by hearsay. In the depths of a wealthy family, black and white reversal is the norm; how could you know what kind of person she really is?"

Nie Chao thought about it as well, "But why should I be the one to help?"

Fu Yunshen lazily stated, "You know karate."

"Fine, fine, fine," Nie Chao helplessly agreed, "I'll help, but if I get blamed by the Ying Family's foster daughter later, I'm going to say it was you."

"Hmm," Fu Yunshen indifferently affirmed, "it's on me."

Nie Chao somewhat reluctantly stepped forward, but before he could reach her, an unexpected event occurred.

The girl emotionlessly grabbed the wrist of the leading thug and, with a quick raise and an over-the-shoulder throw, her moves were chillingly ruthless.

In less than ten seconds, she threw punches and kicks, raised her foot for an elbow strike, and swiftly knocked down the remaining thugs without even gasping for breath.

It was so fast that everyone present was caught off guard, even the passersby were stunned.

Nie Chao was dumbfounded: "..."

What the hell?

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

**

Reader Advisory:

This tale features pristine souls coming together, mutual redemption, and sweet romance without any anguish—super sweet! Note: The entire narrative is fictional; please don't relate it to reality.

The female lead is cool and powerful, the Divine Calculator of the World. She is an important character from the 2018 book "Spirited Consort Overturns Heaven: The Enchanting Emperor Is Captured." Interested babies can check it out.

The male lead is alluring and gorgeous, an utter charmer.