The Only Little Girl Reborn in Three Hundred Years

I opened my eyes and found I had become the only baby girl born into a top-tier wealthy family in three hundred years.

The whole family treated me like a treasure. My eldest brother was a leading medical expert, and he held my tiny hand without daring to squeeze.

My fifth brother, a movie star, brought over his Golden Statuette to amuse me. “Baby, do you like it?” I blew bubbles and gave a little coo.

Memories from my past life as a programmer awakened, and I tapped out code with a baby bottle in my crib.

When the financial crisis hit its Lehman moment, six-year-old me, pacifier in my mouth, spoke up fiercely at a shareholders’ meeting:

“Uncle, don’t buy that piece of junk!” The whole family laughed indulgently.

Until a note I casually handed them helped them dodge a ten-billion-yuan disaster.

My seven powerful older brothers panicked. “Can our little sister actually understand our meetings?”

Father immediately ordered, “Destroy all the scissors and compasses. I won’t have anything scratch my precious girl’s little hands!”