In the original story, the real daughter died in a ridiculous way.

She had been provoked by a group of rich heirs. To prove herself, she jumped from a bungee platform.

But before she even reached the bottom…

She died from fear.

—

“Even if you’ve taken over her body, your ending won’t change.”

A cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind.

“You only have one month to live—unless you write novels and earn reputation points to exchange for lifespan.”

Qin Yue lowered her head and looked at her hands.

Her palms were rough, covered in thin calluses.

She stayed silent for a moment… then calmly accepted everything.

—

In her previous life, Qin Yue was an orphan.

She had been raised by her master in the world of mysticism. She could read fate, see through destiny, and solve supernatural cases. People called her a once-in-a-century genius.

But her body was weak.

She died at just twenty-two.

She thought that was the end.

But now… she had woken up again.

Inside a novel.

And not just anywhere—she had become the real daughter of a wealthy family… the kind that nobody liked.

—

She slowly sorted through the memories in her mind.

The original owner of this body had a miserable life.

Her adoptive parents died when she was five. After that, she grew up in an orphanage. Life was hard. She worked small jobs after finishing high school just to survive.

Then one day, at the age of twenty-two…

She was suddenly found by the Qin family.

A top-tier wealthy family in Longjiang City. Rich beyond imagination.

For a girl who had nothing, this should have been a dream come true.

And at first… she believed it was.

She returned to the Qin family, hoping for love, warmth, and a real home.

But reality was cold.

—

Even though she was the real daughter…

No one cared about her.

Her parents favored the fake heiress, Qin Lina.

Her older brother, Qin Zhen, ignored her completely.

Her younger brother, Qin Yuan, bullied her openly.

Even the servants looked down on her.

Everyone treated Lina like the true princess of the family… while Qin Yue was nothing more than an outsider.

—

Slowly, the original Qin Yue changed.

She became jealous.

Angry.

Desperate to prove herself.

She fought with Lina again and again. She embarrassed the Qin family in public many times.

And every time…

People disliked her even more.

—

Tonight was no different.

Qin Yue stood quietly beside the swimming pool, looking through the large glass windows.

Inside, the banquet hall was bright and lively.

Rich guests laughed and chatted, holding glasses of wine. Their smiles looked perfect… but fake.

The lights reflected on the water, shining like stars.

This was Old Master Du’s birthday banquet.

The entire Qin family had come.

But Lina… arrived separately.

And not alone.

She came with her fiancé.

—

That man was the only son of a powerful real estate tycoon.

Rich. Handsome. Perfect.

The dream partner of many rich girls.

Originally… he was supposed to be Qin Yue’s fiancé.

But now?

He stood beside Lina.

—

Just a few minutes ago, the original Qin Yue had lost control.

In front of everyone, she accused Lina of stealing her fiancé.

The entire Qin family was furious.

Qin Zhen dragged her out immediately.

Once again… she became the joke of the night.

—

“You’re sick. Your mind isn’t clear.”

Qin Zhen stood beside her, his face cold.

“I’ll have someone send you home.”

It was just an excuse.

He didn’t want her to embarrass the family any further.

—

Qin Yue didn’t argue.

She simply nodded.

“Alright.”

Qin Zhen froze for a second.

He looked at her strangely.

In the past, she would have screamed, cried, and caused trouble.

Why was she so calm today?

Was she planning something worse?

—

He didn’t think too much about it.

He called the driver and told him to take her home—and to watch her carefully.

The driver nodded nervously.

He was already sweating inside.

If this “troublemaker” caused another scene… what was he supposed to do?

—

Qin Yue got into the car.

The moment the door closed, she kicked off her high heels and leaned back.

Finally… some peace.

Only then did she speak in her mind.

“How do I earn reputation points?”

“What’s the exchange rate?”

—

The system replied quickly.

“This world has a strong online novel industry. You should publish your work there.”

“Reputation comes from readers—collections, rewards, and comments.”

“1,000 reputation points \= 1 day of life.”

—

Qin Yue narrowed her eyes slightly.

Then she asked, “Why didn’t you choose the original host?”

“If your goal was to help her, why bring me here?”

—

The system answered calmly.

“My purpose is not to change her fate, but to create a successful writer.”

“The original host had already given up on living.”

“After evaluation, you are more suitable.”

“You have strong survival instincts. Your soul is stable. Your identity matches perfectly.”

—

Qin Yue understood.

The original owner didn’t want this life anymore.

But she did.

—

The car soon stopped in front of the Qin family villa.

As she walked inside, the servants glanced at her and whispered among themselves.

“She’s back already?”

“She must’ve caused trouble again.”

“Why does she keep provoking Miss Lina?”

“So embarrassing…”

—

They thought she couldn’t hear them.

But they were wrong.

Qin Yue’s senses were far sharper than an ordinary person’s.

She heard everything clearly.

But she didn’t care.

—

Her room was on the second floor.

Luxurious. Spacious. Beautiful.

Qin Yue looked around and nodded slightly.

Not bad.

She liked money… and this place clearly had a lot of it.

—

“Quick! Go register an author account!” the system urged excitedly.

Qin Yue didn’t respond.

She went to take a shower first.

—

After changing into comfortable clothes, she sat in front of the computer.

She had never written a novel before.

Didn’t read them either.

But while showering, she had already thought of an idea.

—

“Since I have to write…” she murmured softly,

“Then I’ll write what I know best.”

—

The system guided her.

“The most popular platform is Scream Literature City. Register there.”

“Mission: Become a contracted author.”

“Reward: 1 day of lifespan.”

—

Qin Yue raised an eyebrow.

“A mission system too?”

—

Soon, she created her account.

Pen name:

White Water Sage

—

She opened a new document.

After thinking for a moment, she typed:

“Diary of the Elite”

—

“Too plain!” the system protested.

“This won’t attract readers!”

“Use something like—‘The True Heiress Rising Through Writing!’ or ‘Slapping Faces Through Novels!’”

—

Qin Yue paused.

Her expression became slightly stiff.

“…No.”

“I prefer simple titles.”

—

The system sighed.

A stubborn beginner.

She would understand later.

—

For the description, Qin Yue simply wrote:

“Daily observations after entering a wealthy family.”

—

System: “……”

It gave up.

—

Then she started writing.

Her fingers moved quickly across the keyboard.

She didn’t try to make it fancy.

She simply wrote… what she saw.

What she knew.

—

In just half an hour, she finished her first chapter.

Then she clicked:

Publish.

—

“It’s first-person?” the system asked.

“This style isn’t popular anymore…”

—

Qin Yue leaned back calmly.

“It doesn’t matter.”

—

She wasn’t writing for popularity.

She was writing—

Fate.

—

That night, she slept peacefully.

No anxiety.

No checking stats.

—

Meanwhile, the system stayed awake all night… watching the data.

—

The next morning, Qin Yue woke up at five.

She meditated for two hours.

Then went downstairs for breakfast.

—

The entire Qin family was already there.

No one welcomed her.

No one cared.

—

Qin Yuan rolled his eyes immediately.

“A toad dreaming of eating swan meat.”

—

“Enough!” Madam Zhao snapped.

But no one really stopped him.

—

Qin Yue calmly sat down and started eating.

She didn’t even look at him.

—

Her silence only made Qin Yuan angrier.

“You think you’re better than me?! You live off this family too!”

—

Qin Yue glanced at him.

Then said calmly,

“Aren’t you doing the same?”

—

Qin Yuan froze.

His face turned red.

“I’m still a minor!”

—

Qin Yue replied softly,

“When I was your age… I didn’t even have a home.”

—

Silence.

—

For a moment, even Madam Zhao felt a little guilty.

“You’ve suffered,” she said.

“In the future, you don’t need to work. The family will support you.”

—

Qin Yue looked up.

“Thank you.”

“But I already found a job.”

—

Qin Yuan laughed coldly.

“What? Still working as a waitress?”

—

Qin Lina smiled gently.

“Any job is respectable.”

—

Everyone looked at Qin Yue.

Waiting to laugh.

—

She calmly took a sip of porridge.

Then said,

“I’ll be writing novels.”

“At home.”

“Platform: Scream Literature City.”

“Pen name: White Water Sage.”

—

Silence fell over the table.

—

No one expected that answer.

—

And just like that…

Qin Yue’s path to rewriting fate—

Had begun. 🔥

Breakfast ended in silence.

The Qin family quickly finished eating and left one by one, as if they didn’t want to stay at the same table for too long.

Soon, only two people remained.

Qin Yue… and Qin Yuan.

—

It was summer vacation.

Qin Yuan had just finished his college entrance exams. Normally, he would be out having fun with his friends every day.

But today…

He didn’t feel like going anywhere.

—

Qin Yue’s words at breakfast kept echoing in his mind.

“I’ll be writing novels.”

He almost laughed again just thinking about it.

The rest of the family didn’t take her seriously. To them, it was just childish nonsense.

But Qin Yuan was different.

He had to see it for himself.

—

“What kind of garbage can she even write?” he muttered.

A smirk appeared on his face.

He was already imagining how he would mock her later.

—

He picked up his phone and opened a browser.

“Scream Literature City… or whatever it’s called…”

He typed randomly until the website finally appeared.

Then he searched for the pen name.

White Water Sage.

—

Very quickly, he found it.

A brand-new novel.

Only one chapter.

Title:

“Diary of the Elite.”

—

Qin Yuan snorted.

“So she’s already trying to show off?”

He clicked in, ready to criticize every single line.

—

The first sentence appeared on the screen.

—

I am Qin Yue.

My life sounds like a bad drama.

The Qin family lost their real daughter twenty-two years ago… and that daughter is me.

—

Qin Yuan froze for a second.

Then frowned.

—

He kept reading.

—

When I first heard the truth, I couldn’t understand it.

How could such a powerful family not know for twenty-two years… and suddenly find out now?

But that’s not important.

What matters is—

They decided to keep both daughters.

And no one even thought of telling my adoptive parents… who are already dead.

—

Qin Yuan: “……”

He didn’t even know where to start mocking.

—

He forced himself to keep reading.

—

The Qin family is very rich.

Their garden alone is bigger than all the farmland I used to see.

Strangely… when I was young, walking in the fields made me tired.

But now, in such a big place… I don’t feel tired at all.

—

Maybe I really don’t belong here.

—

Qin Yuan frowned slightly.

For some reason… that line felt strange.

—

The story continued.

—

My mother is beautiful.

Even at her age, she looks elegant.

She smiles gently…

Just not at me.

—

My father is also impressive.

Tall, handsome, successful.

Very different from the men I used to meet.

—

My older brother rarely talks to me.

The most he has ever said is—

“You’re sick. Your mind isn’t clear.”

—

Qin Yuan’s expression stiffened a little.

—

Then there’s Lina.

The girl who took my place.

She’s fair, gentle, and looks perfect in everything she wears.

—

The first time I saw her, she wore a light blue dress.

I couldn’t stop looking at it.

—

She noticed… and said she could give it to me.

—

Qin Yuan’s eyes narrowed.

—

I said no.

But she insisted.

She told me that blue would suit me.

—

So I believed her.

—

But when I wore it…

Everyone looked at me with strange expressions.

—

No one said anything.

But those looks… were worse than words.

—

Qin Yuan’s face darkened.

“That’s not how it happened…”

He clearly remembered—

Wasn’t it Qin Yue who insisted on wanting the same dress?

—

“She’s lying!”

Anger rose in his chest.

He almost threw his phone down.

But…

He kept reading.

—

Those three months felt very long.

Before coming here, I was always busy working.

I didn’t have time to think.

—

But here…

Time moves slowly.

Too slowly.

—

The story then shifted to the banquet.

The same one from last night.

—

Qin Yuan read quickly now, his face full of disdain.

“To think she calls this writing…”

Finally, he scrolled down to the comment section.

—

A mocking smile appeared.

Time to leave a review.

—

He typed:

“What is this nonsense? Terrible writing, boring plot—complete garbage!”

Then pressed send.

—

But instead of appearing…

A message popped up:

“Your comment is under review.”

—

Qin Yuan: “???”

“What kind of stupid website is this?!”

—

If Qin Yue couldn’t see his comment…

What was the point?!

—

He frowned and quickly opened his chat group.

Foodie Fanatics

—

[Qin Yuan: I left a comment on a novel, but it’s not showing. Why?]

—

The group went quiet for a second.

—

[Qian Kun: Did you get hacked?]

[Su Nuanuan: Send a voice message.]

—

Qin Yuan clicked his tongue and sent one.

—

[Su Nuanuan: Yep, that’s him.]

[Qian Kun: Since when do you read novels?]

[Qin Yuan: Stop talking nonsense. Just answer.]

—

[Su Nuanuan: Did you top up your account?]

[Qian Kun: Capitalism wins again.]

—

Qin Yuan frowned.

“I don’t want to spend money. Is there another way?”

—

[Su Nuanuan: Then wait for review.]

[Qin Yuan: I want the author to see it now.]

—

He wanted Qin Yue to feel embarrassed immediately.

—

After a pause—

[Su Nuanuan: Then use my account. I’m VIP. Comments show instantly.]

—

Qin Yuan’s eyes lit up.

“Good. Help me post one.”

—

[Su Nuanuan: Send me the details.]

—

[Qin Yuan: White Water Sage. ‘Diary of the Elite.’ Just write: ‘This is trash.’]

—

[Su Nuanuan: Got it.]

—

Qin Yuan put down his phone, satisfied.

He glanced upstairs.

A cold smile appeared.

—

“Let’s see how long you can keep pretending…”

—

Meanwhile…

Su Nuanuan opened the novel out of curiosity.

—

Only one chapter.

No bookmarks.

Almost no comments.

—

“So this is what he’s so worked up about?”

She clicked into the story.

—

At first, she didn’t care much.

Stories about real and fake daughters were everywhere.

She had read too many already.

—

But as she read…

Her expression slowly changed.

—

“This… feels real.”

—

The tone wasn’t like fiction.

It felt like someone telling the truth.

—

And soon, she realized something shocking—

This was clearly written from Qin Yue’s perspective.

—

“She’s exposing her own family?!”

Su Nuanuan’s eyes widened.

—

She kept reading, more and more interested.

Until—

She reached the last part.

—

After getting into the car, I looked back.

Near the flower bed, a man in a suit was smoking.

—

Beside him… was a little boy.

Five or six years old.

—

The boy hugged his leg and called him—

“Dad.”

—

Su Nuanuan froze.

Her fingers tightened around her phone.

—

That man…

Was from the Su family.

—

And that description…

—

“That’s my dad…” she whispered.

—

Her heart skipped a beat.

—

“…Does he have another child?” 😨🔥

At first, Su Nuanuan was shocked.

Then angry.

But very quickly… she forced herself to calm down.

—

“Maybe I’m overthinking,” she muttered.

“Maybe it was just some random kid… calling anyone ‘Dad’.”

—

But the more she tried to convince herself…

The more uneasy she felt.

—

Her mother’s health had always been weak.

If her father really had a child outside…

That would destroy everything.

—

She didn’t dare think further.

Grabbing her car keys, she rushed out of the house.

—

The Su family company wasn’t far.

Only ten minutes away.

—

When she arrived, her father—Victor Su—was still in a meeting.

So she waited in his office.

—

The air conditioning was on.

But her back was covered in cold sweat.

—

She sat curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the family photo on the desk.

In the picture, she was still a child.

Smiling brightly in her father’s arms.

—

Tears slowly filled her eyes.

—

She couldn’t believe it.

Her father had always loved her mother deeply.

He had always been gentle, kind, and caring.

—

Could all of that… be fake?

—

The office door suddenly opened.

—

“Nuanuan?”

A warm, familiar voice sounded.

—

She looked up.

Victor Su stood at the door, tall and composed.

The moment he saw her tearful face, his expression changed instantly.

—

“What happened?” he asked softly, walking over quickly.

“Who made you cry?”

—

Hearing his voice…

All her emotions broke at once.

—

“Dad…”

Her tears fell uncontrollably.

—

Victor Su’s brows tightened in worry.

“You’re scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

—

Su Nuanuan took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Then she asked,

“Did you go to Old Master Du’s birthday banquet last night?”

—

“Yes,” he nodded, confused.

“Why?”

—

“You went alone?” she asked carefully.

“You didn’t bring… anyone else?”

—

Victor Su frowned.

“Of course I went alone.”

“Who told you otherwise?”

—

His answer was firm.

Without hesitation.

—

Su Nuanuan felt slightly relieved.

But she didn’t stop.

—

“Did you go outside to smoke?” she asked.

—

Victor Su paused for a second.

Then gave a small, awkward smile.

“…Yes.”

“But don’t worry, I didn’t bring the smell home.”

—

Su Nuanuan nodded slowly.

Then asked the final question—

—

“Was there a little boy…”

“About five or six years old…”

“Calling you ‘Dad’?”

—

Victor Hale froze.

Then immediately shook his head.

“No.”

—

His answer came too fast.

Too clean.

—

Su Nuanuan stared at him.

Her voice softened, but her eyes sharpened.

“A boy in a yellow jacket… with a dandelion pattern.”

“You really don’t remember?”

—

This time—

Victor Su’s face changed.

—

The color drained from his face.

His lips trembled slightly.

—

That reaction…

Was enough.

—

Su Nuanuan’s heart dropped.

—

It was real.

—

Her father… was hiding something.

—

Before she could speak again—

Victor Su’s expression suddenly turned serious.

“Who told you this?” he demanded.

—

His voice was louder than before.

—

Su Nuanuan froze.

In all her life…

He had never spoken to her like that.

—

Anger rose in her chest.

Mixed with hurt.

—

“Who is that boy?” she asked, her eyes turning red.

“Why did he call you ‘Dad’?”

“Tell me!”

—

Victor Su grabbed her shoulders.

His hands were trembling.

“Nuanuan… don’t ask that.”

“Just tell me where you heard it.”

—

His reaction only made things worse.

—

Su Nuanuan let out a bitter laugh.

“No need to hide it.”

“It’s already online.”

“Everyone can see it.”

—

“Online?” Victor Su’s expression darkened.

“Where?”

—

His mind raced.

Has someone dug into his past?

Was this a business attack?

—

But something didn’t add up.

—

Last night, when he smoked…

No one was around.

—

Then how did someone see it?

—

He looked at his daughter.

Her eyes were full of doubt.

—

His heart tightened.

—

He took a deep breath and said gently,

“It’s not what you think.”

“Show it to me first.”

“I’ll explain everything. Okay?”

—

Su Nuanuan hesitated.

—

Her anger slowly cooled.

—

Maybe…

She really misunderstood.

—

She couldn’t just believe someone’s words blindly.

—

Taking out her phone, she opened the post.

Then handed it to him.

—

“Read this.”

—

Victor Su took the phone.

At first, he read casually.

—

The story about the Qin family.

The real and fake daughters.

—

He frowned slightly.

But didn’t care much.

—

Until—

He reached the final part.

—

His expression froze.

—

The phone trembled in his hand.

—

Then—

Something broke.

—

The calm, powerful businessman suddenly covered his face…

And cried.

—

Su Nuanuan was stunned.

—

She had never seen her father like this.

Never.

—

“Dad…?”

She rushed forward, panicking.

“What’s wrong?”

—

Victor Su cried silently for a long time.

As if something buried deep in his heart had been torn open.

—

Finally, he looked up.

His voice was hoarse.

—

“The person who wrote this…”

“Is she… the Qin family’s real daughter?”

—

“…Probably,” Su Nuanuan nodded.

—

Victor Su’s eyes darkened with emotion.

—

“I need to meet her.”

—

—

At the same time…

Back at the Qin family villa.

—

Qin Yuan lay on the sofa, scrolling through his phone impatiently.

—

“Why hasn’t she posted the comment yet?”

—

He opened the group chat again.

—

[@Su Nuanuan What are you doing? My comment is already approved. Why aren’t you posting?]

—

[Qian Kun: Relax. Maybe she’s busy.]

—

[Qin Yuan: Busy with what?]

—

Just as he sent that—

A private message popped up.

—

[Su Nuanuan: Qin Yuan… was that post written by Qin Yue?]

—

Qin Yuan frowned.

[Qin Yuan: Why? Scared now?]

—

There was a pause.

Then—

—

[Su Nuanuan: My dad read it.]

[Su Nuanuan: He wants to meet Qin Yue.]

[Su Nuanuan: Is she home? We’re coming now.]

—

Qin Yuan: “……???”

—

His brain froze.

—

Wait.

What?

—

He suddenly remembered the last part of the chapter.

That scene near the flower bed.

—

At first, he thought Qin Yue just made it up for drama.

—

But now…

—

“She actually caused trouble?!”

—

Qin Yuan shot up from the sofa.

His face full of disbelief.

—

“How is that even possible?!”

—

She just wrote a random story…

—

So why did it feel like—

—

Everything she wrote…

Was real? 🔥