The essence of a transaction is bartering. They don’t even understand basic trading rules, yet they expect their wishes to come true? What pipe dream are they chasing? Still, she had to quickly go through these wishes to clear out the wishing pool. She rested her chin on her hand and started dozing off, until a *ding* sound jolted her awake. She checked the time—2 a.m., the trading center was closing. Shen Yunyun stood up and stretched. Time to clock out. Clock in on time, clock out on time, and only working two hours a day—it felt pretty great. This was way better than being a corporate slave.
In her past life, when she was the eldest Miss of the Qiao family, she spent money like water and never had any sense of crisis. At twenty, when the real heiress showed up, her nightmare began. At first, the real heiress tried every way to gain attention and sympathy. Back then, she felt sorry for her too, blaming herself for stealing twenty years of her life. Gradually, she noticed her parents and brother’s attention was entirely on the real heiress. The whole family revolved around her. It hurt, but she understood—after all, the real heiress was their blood relative. It made sense they’d try everything to make it up to her after she’d been out there all those years.
But later, even her fiancé started circling the real heiress, telling her that his fiancée was supposed to be the eldest Miss of the Qiao family, so this was just setting things right. That’s when she saw the real heiress’s true face. She ran to her parents to expose her, only to get a scolding instead. They looked at her with disappointment in their eyes, saying they’d thought nurture could fix genetic flaws, but now they finally believed that like begets like. The whole family accused her of being venomous and kicked her out. Only then did she realize that behind the real heiress’s sisterly affection, she’d been constantly stirring up trouble between her and her family. She didn’t even know when the real heiress had done it.
Later, she kept replaying it in her mind. Maybe it was when the real heiress, standing at the top of the stairs, lost her footing and pulled her down, and they both tumbled down. Maybe it was when a massive amount of dexamethasone was found in the real heiress’s water glass. Maybe it was when the real heiress’s dress got ruined during their performance at a banquet. Maybe it was when the real heiress slipped and fell into the pool by the edge. But every time, the real heiress explained to her parents that it wasn’t her fault. She explained it wasn’t her fault either, so why did her parents always say she was the malicious one? She just couldn’t figure it out.
Her reputation for being vicious naturally spread through high society, and no company would hire her. She fled to another city in disgrace, hoping to find a job to support herself. But every job lasted less than a month. She’d be doing fine, her boss would appreciate her, yet she never made it past the probation period. Eventually, she understood. It wasn’t that she lacked ability—it was the real heiress using her money power to blacklist her from afar.
One day, a transfer of 16,000 yuan suddenly appeared in her phone, followed by a call saying the money was sent by mistake and she needed to return it, or they’d call the police. She figured the money wasn’t hers, so she transferred it to the account they specified. Soon after, she got a call from a debt collector saying she’d taken out a loan. When she reported it to the police, she learned she’d been targeted by scammers. The officer told her the criminals had used her personal info to apply for the loan, and she should have reported it to the police as soon as the money came in. Shen Yunyun immediately suspected the real heiress and went straight to the Qiao family to confront her.
The real heiress didn’t hold back, crossing her arms and saying, “So what if I did it? What can you do about it? You stole twenty years of my life, so get ready to face my revenge.”