Su Qingyuan died on a winter night at twenty, betrayed by the fiancé she trusted most, the stepsister closest to her, and the parasites who had been devouring her family. Through the agony of being consumed by flames, she clutched the forged will, hating herself for trusting the wrong people and, even more, for failing to protect everything her mother had left behind.
When she opened her eyes again, she was eighteen, one year away from her family’s bankruptcy and three hundred days away from losing everything.
This time, her eyes held nothing but icy coldness.
The “good-for-nothing castoff” she had once pretended to be shed her disguise. The code she tapped out could roil the dark web, her investment reports could rattle Wall Street, and no one dared look down on her after seeing her fists in action. The secret identities she had cultivated beneath her fragile exterior were weapons she had sharpened for five years: the dark web’s queen “Zero,” the financial genius “K,” and the underground fighting arena’s “Phantom”…
She smiled as her stepsister offered her a poisoned drink and returned the favor. Her fiancé’s business trap became a noose she turned against him. And as for the parasites gnawing away at the Su family, she would rip out their claws one by one.
“Big Sister, why do you seem like a different person?”
Su Qingyuan smoothed her hair, the corner of her lips curling into a cold, sharp smile. “Maybe… crawling back from hell taught me a few new tricks.”
She wanted more than revenge. She would reclaim everything that belonged to her and make everyone who had wronged her kneel in the dust and look up at her. From a castoff daughter to the mastermind who could turn the tides with a wave of her hand, this time she would make the world understand: the name Su Qingyuan was the sharpest blade of all.
