[When the Mystic Bell Rings, the Qin Family Sees a Sweet Little Girl Shaking Coins on the Roof of a Haunted House] “Why does this jinx bring trouble only to her own family?” The seven young masters looked coldly at their adopted sister, curled up in the ancestral hall.
What they didn’t know was that every time Zhou Ruxuan went hungry, she could see the paths of misfortune more clearly: her eldest brother’s sports car would plunge off a cliff on a rainy night, a bloody omen of financial ruin hung over her father’s study, and the life flame of their cold-hearted, iron-fisted grandmother was already flickering like a candle in the wind.
On the night before a deadly curse came to pass, the little girl rose on tiptoe and slipped a peace charm into her brother’s suit pocket.
When a fire broke out at a financial summit, only the Qin heir had left early. When a real estate project was about to collapse, the CEO suddenly ordered construction halted.
Cornered by the whole family at the Taoist temple gate, Zhouzhou hugged the merit box tightly. “To turn your luck around, you have to build hidden virtue...” Eight pairs of hands pressed black cards into the box at once. “First, let’s fix your poverty-stricken fate by giving you a monthly allowance with eight digits!”
Little did they know, the compass was pointing to a maternity ward from twenty years ago: the true heiress who should have died at birth, and the abandoned baby from a wealthy family wrapped in red threads of good fortune.
