The Only Female Child Who Was Reborn for Three Hundred Years

When I opened my eyes, I became the only baby girl of a top wealthy family for three hundred years. Everyone in the family felt like they had found a treasure: my eldest brother was a medical expert, but he didn't dare to squeeze my little hand hard. The fifth brother, the best actor, brought the statuette to me and teased me: "Baby, do you like it?" I spit out the milk foam and hummed. The memory of my previous life as a programmer awakened, and I typed code in my crib with a baby bottle. During the Lehman crisis, when I was six years old, I bit my pacifier and made a fierce speech at the shareholders' meeting: "Uncle, don't buy that shabby company!" The whole family laughed fondly. Until the note I casually handed over allowed them to avoid the tens of billions pit. The seven big brother brothers panicked: "Can my sister really understand our meeting?" The father ordered on the spot: "Destroy all scissors and compasses, don't scratch my little baby's hand!