I was raised by a billionaire family for eighteen years. Then, in a single night, I became the daughter of a fraudster. My adoptive mother burned all my clothes and drove me out of their mansion barefoot. Four years later, I built an empire of my own from nothing, founding a jewelry empire with my own hands. At a press conference announcing the acquisition of my former family’s business, countless cameras turned toward me. I smiled at my adoptive parents, whose faces had gone ashen in the corner. “Thank you for stealing my life.” But the business tycoon who had personally sent me to prison stared fixedly at the birthmark on my neck, his eyes blazing with fury. It wasn’t until the auctioneer’s gavel fell and he announced, “The ancestral jade, Phoenix Blood Glass, goes to Ms. Gu Qingli!” that everyone realized my return was never about reclaiming a little of what I was owed.
