Chapter 1: The Return of the Divine Calculator

“Zijin, although you are our daughter, we have raised Xiaoxuan for fifteen years and have a very deep bond with her. She has been raised in luxury since childhood, unlike you, who has always been able to endure hardship in the countryside. Therefore, the eldest young lady of the Ying family will be Xiaoxuan.”

“It is a bit unfair to you, but you are so kind-hearted; Mom knows you certainly won't mind. Don't worry, you won't lack anything that belongs to you.”

“What? You want to go too? Are you joking? They want a socialite; you can't even play a single piano piece. Why would you go? You'll only embarrass yourself.”

In her dream, there were chaotic figures and noisy voices.

A few seconds later, Ying Zijin finally woke up completely.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes opened to reveal a white hospital room. The scent of disinfectant permeated her nostrils.

“Oh, you're awake?” A sarcastic voice came from above her. “I thought you were dead. Don't move—what do you mean don't move? If the needle slips, are you going to take responsibility?”

A hand pressed down on her, squeezing her wound forcefully.

However, the girl showed not a trace of pain. With a flick of her wrist, she pressed that hand back down onto the bedside table.

The person instantly cried out in pain, “Are you crazy?!”

“Xiaojin!” There was another young woman in the hospital room. She was startled and rushed forward. “This is Dr. Lu; she isn't here to harm you.”

The girl turned her head, exposing a face so pale it lacked any color, looking sickly and devoid of spirit.

But upon closer inspection, her features were exquisite. She had beautiful phoenix eyes; with a slight turn, a faint light would flicker through them, shimmering like precious gems.

They possessed a powerful, mesmerizing allure that could make one lose themselves.

The woman's eyes flickered as she asked with concern, “Xiaojin, are you feeling unwell anywhere else?”

The girl did not speak, but her grip loosened.

Dr. Lu rubbed her wrist and stepped back, rebuking, “Truly an ungrateful wolf.”

Ying Zijin raised her eyes, her long, narrow phoenix eyes still glistening with moisture.

Her voice carried the low raspiness that comes only after waking, adding a layer of hazy coldness: “Sorry, I just woke up. I thought a dog had bitten me.”

Dr. Lu's expression changed. “You!”

“Alright, Xiaojin has apologized, stop arguing.” The woman tried to mediate, her face full of self-reproach. “Xiaojin, I'm sorry. If it weren't for my illness, you wouldn't have had to give me blood. I didn't expect that this time it would cause you to faint.”

“She deserved it!” Dr. Lu said with disgust. “Isn't she just the daughter your Ying family adopted because you felt sorry for her? Do you really need to specifically find me to help nurse her back to health?”

The woman sighed. “Xiaojin has suffered too much; how can she be compared to Xiaoxuan?”

“She can't be compared.” Dr. Lu smiled contemptuously. “I heard from my brother that she is ranked second in her grade, unlike a certain ungrateful wolf who relied on money to get into the elite class, only to be overtaken by the second-to-last student by over three hundred points. Truly embarrassing.”

The woman frowned. “Don't say that. Xiaojin was number one at her previous middle school.”

Dr. Lu snorted. “Number one in a county town; she couldn't even get into a second-tier university.”

However, their conversation had no effect on Ying Zijin at all. She cast a casual glance at the woman, and a name surfaced in her mind—

Ying Luwei.

Her aunt, twenty-five years old, Shanghai's number one socialite, and a famous pianist in China.

Due to a genetic mutation, Ying Luwei suffered from rare hemophilia.

Once a patient with this condition develops a wound, the bleeding is incessant and difficult to heal. Furthermore, her blood type was the extremely rare Rhnull, making it incredibly difficult to match, and there was still no complete cure.

Ying Zijin looked at her slender wrist, where even the veins were visible, and gave a weary, lazy "Tsk."

She had died in the Spirit Cultivation World, but she had returned to the Earth she had once visited.

After sleeping for nearly seventeen years, her consciousness and memories were now fully awakened.

Her name was still Ying Zijin; this name had accompanied her for a long time.

However, she was no longer the "Divine Calculator of the Spirit Cultivation World" who could "determine life and death with one divination and foresee fortune or calamity with one glance."

Now, she was an unworthy adopted daughter of the Ying family, and Ying Luwei's mobile living blood bank, available at a moment's notice.

This fainting spell was because Ying Luwei had been injured; she had been forced to undergo blood draws for several days and was unable to resist.

“What exactly happened then?” Dr. Lu looked at Ying Luwei. “Who pushed you down? You were right there, did you see?”

The last sentence was directed at the girl.

Seeing that she hadn't moved, Dr. Lu's temper flared. “I'm asking you! Are you mute?”

“Noisy.” Ying Zijin's eyes were languid. “Quiet.”

“What kind of attitude is that?” Dr. Lu slammed the folder in her hand heavily onto the table and sneered. “Luwei, I'm sorry, but given her attitude, I'm not treating her illness anymore.”

Ying Zijin leisurely adjusted her collar. “The door is right there.”

Dr. Lu had originally wanted the girl to say something soft to beg her, but she hadn't expected to strike thin air. For a moment, she looked flustered and humiliated. With a burning sensation on her face, she spat out, “You cheap thing, trying to seduce your own uncle-in-law, what are you acting so grand for?” and hurried away.

“Xiaojin!” Ying Luwei scolded. “Dr. Lu is an expert recuperation physician. If you drive her away, what will happen to your health?”

“Mm, an expert in administering glucose,” Ying Zijin said flatly. “If people didn't know better, they'd think I was undergoing major surgery.”

Ying Luwei's heart skipped a beat. “Xiaojin?”

Ying Zijin propped herself up on her elbows to sit up. “But the expert has a point. I also want to know who pushed my aunt. The perpetrator will eventually leave a trail.”

She picked up the phone by the bed and looked at the woman. “Don't you agree?”

The girl's aura suddenly became overwhelming. Ying Luwei was completely unable to withstand it. She frowned in displeasure. “Xiaojin, stop being so willful. I don't care whether you hurt me or not, but if you keep this up, what if you offend a powerful figure one day? How can I protect you?”

“Then I'll thank you in advance, Aunt. I heard this hospital room was specially chosen for me.” Ying Zijin looked up at the room number, seemingly smiling. “The number is quite nice.”

Having said that, without looking at the woman's expression, she walked straight out of Room 914.

Ying Luwei bit her lip, her gaze dark and heavy.

After a moment of thought, she took out her phone and dialed a number. Once connected, she said in a low voice, “Moyuan, Xiaojin usually listens to you most. Can you help me persuade her?”

The person on the other end seemed not to expect such a request. After a moment of silence, he replied coldly, “Take care of your health and ignore her. If she continues to push her luck, I will send someone to take her away.”

**

Snow drifted, wrapping the world in silver.

Located along the coast, Shanghai rarely saw snow in mid-winter, but this year, in late January, snow began to fall, scattering through the night sky, icy and cold.

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

The girl wore only a simple black shirt, her legs long and straight. Carrying a single-shoulder bag, she walked slowly, appearing extremely out of place amidst her surroundings.

Her face was pale but undeniably stunning. Occasionally, the light from neon signs swept across her features, as if tiny stars were slowly rippling outward.

On the opposite street—

“Hey, Seventh Young Master.” Nie Chao's gaze immediately locked onto something, and he nudged the person beside him. “Guess who I saw?”

“Hmm?” The man's expression was casual. “Saw your ex again?”

He leaned against a wall, his tall frame relaxed in a lazy, playboy-like manner.

His slender, elegant fingers toyed with a ring, but his hands were even whiter than jade.

The misty snow blurred his eyes, but it did not hide his refined and brilliant beauty; instead, it made him appear even more ethereal.

The man had natural peach-blossom eyes that were slightly curved, making him look as if he were brimming with affection whenever he looked at someone, directly sending out sparks that were incredibly flirtatious.

A natural, soul-capturing demon.

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

“What ex? I never go back to old flames. I saw that girl the Ying family adopted a few months ago.”

The man gave a distracted hum. His right leg was slightly bent, and his tilted profile was perfectly shaped in both curve and line, causing passersby to frequently turn their heads.

Nie Chao knew he wasn't interested, so he added, “You just got back, so you don't know. This Ying family adopted daughter is seducing her aunt's fiancé.”

The man's eyebrows twitched, finally showing a reaction. “Jiang Moyuan?”

“It's him.” Nie Chao clicked his tongue. “She's got guts.”

Jiang Moyuan was a generation older than them, yet he was only five or six years older. Not yet thirty, he was already a top leader in the company; everyone in Shanghai respectfully called him "Third Master Jiang."

Jiang Moyuan and Ying Luwei were considered a well-matched pair, both coming from the four great prominent families—one being Shanghai's number one socialite, and the other being the man most socialites dreamed of marrying.

Nie Chao sighed. “Seventh Young Master, if you actually focused on a proper career, with a face like yours, you'd definitely be the one they most want to marry.”

Aside from Jiang Moyuan, the most famous person in Shanghai was the man before him, the Seventh Young Master of the Fu family, Fu Yunshen.

However, the latter did not have a particularly good reputation; it seemed that aside from his face and his wealth, no other virtues could be found.

But Nie Chao felt he could never truly see through this playboy.

Fu Yunshen's gaze was restrained, and he smiled nonchalantly. “I have no desire to be like him.”

“True,” Nie Chao said. “Living a life of pleasure is better; it's more free. Luckily, my family has more than just me, so I won't be snatched away by the old man to inherit the company.”

Fu Yunshen said nothing.

“You might not know, but the Ying family adopted her just to provide blood for Ying Luwei. It's quite pitiful,” Nie Chao added. “But those who are pitiable are often also hateful. I don't think this Ying family adopted daughter has much character.”

He studied the girl and couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. “But she really is beautiful. Tsk, tsk, even those girls in the Imperial Capital can't compare to her.”

Fu Yunshen still didn't respond, his peach-blossom eyes lowered, lost in thought.

With no one to gossip with, Nie Chao grew bored. Just as he was about to ask the man if he wanted to go to a newly opened bar, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Hey, Seventh Young Master, it looks like that Ying family adopted daughter is in trouble.”

Five street thugs had appeared out of nowhere, blocking the girl's path. They wore malicious, hooligan-like smiles, and two of them were carrying knives.

Many people nearby saw it, but they only gave a cold glance before hurrying on their way.

“I finally believe in retribution now.” Nie Chao didn't move, watching like it was a show. “Look at those thin arms and legs. How pitiful.”

Fu Yunshen didn't look, but he spoke: “Go help her.”

“Help?” Nie Chao doubted he had heard correctly. “No way, Seventh Young Master, you're actually asking me to help her? Do you know how bad her reputation is in Shanghai? If I go, I'll get tainted by her.”

“She's just a young girl.” Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids. “You're only hearing rumors. The waters of the wealthy are deep, and the line between black and white is often blurred. How can you know what kind of person she truly is?”

Nie Chao thought it made sense. “But why me?”

Fu Yunshen said lazily, “You know Karate.”

“Fine, fine, fine.” Nie Chao said helplessly. “I'll go help, but if I get stuck with this Ying family adopted daughter later, I'm telling people it was your idea.”

“Mm,” Fu Yunshen said flatly. “I'll take the blame.”

Nie Chao walked forward somewhat reluctantly, but before he could reach her, something unexpected happened.

The girl, expressionless, grabbed the arm of the lead thug. With a sudden movement, she executed a shoulder throw—her actions were incredibly cold and ruthless.

Within ten seconds, she unleashed punches and kicks, using elbow strikes to rapidly take down the remaining thugs without even breaking her breath.

It was so fast that everyone was caught off guard; the surrounding pedestrians were stunned.

Nie Chao was dumbfounded: “...”

Holy crap?

Fu Yunshen slowly straightened his body, his peach-blossom eyes lifted, and he suddenly smiled.