It's Official! I'm Still Writing Today to Save the Wealthy Family

A grandmaster of metaphysics is reborn as the mute biological daughter of a wealthy family, a girl no one wants.

She takes on the mess the original left behind and bears the burden of being unable to speak.

Can’t talk? No problem.

She quietly opens a document and earns merit by writing, while also preparing a customized “redemption script” for her whole family.

Her eldest brother is a tough-as-nails detective who gets trapped in a desperate situation while pursuing a wanted criminal.

She types into the document: [Kun position, flourishing wood, conceal your edge to your advantage.]

Before long, her eldest brother, who was supposed to die in the line of duty, returns home and gently sets a shining medal beside his little sister’s keyboard.

Her second brother is a rising star in the tech world, and his company’s core data has been stolen.

She casually writes: [The tech tycoon will be betrayed by a corporate spy.]

The next day, her second brother’s company miraculously foils a shocking conspiracy. Holding a family photo, he tears up.

Her little brother is struck by an evil spell and lies critically ill with a high fever.

She stays up writing and breaks the case in one stroke: [It’s not an illness. It’s witchcraft from the southwest.]

A week later, the little brother who was supposed to die horribly comes bouncing home, crying as he clings to her and refuses to let go.

Even when her kindhearted adoptive sister is framed by her rival and her career is ruined, Xu Mo arranges a little “benefactor appears, truth comes to light” scene for her.

As an invisible force guides the fate of the whole family toward a brighter future, they finally discover the silent figure sitting before a computer screen late at night.

Her father’s voice trembles as he points at the document on her screen, titled “A Metaphysics Master in a Wealthy Family: Today, Dad Mistook Me for a Runaway Girl Again.” “Mo Mo, was all of this… your doing?”

Xu Mo looks up, her eyes curving into a smile, and types on the screen:

“Yep, the secret’s out. Send me 50 yuan and I’ll tell you the next step in the rescue plan.”