Fan Shengmei Reborn: I Became Shanghai's Beloved

In the emergency room, Fan Shengmei died alone.

The last WeChat message on her phone was Wang Baichuan’s merciless reply: “I can’t keep supporting your whole family of bloodsuckers.”

When she opened her eyes again, she was back at twenty-five.

Her reflection stared back at her, the word “people-pleaser” written all over her face.

This time, Fan Shengmei smiled.

Wang Baichuan showed up to confess his love, driving a rented BMW and holding a wilted rose? She exposed him in front of everyone: “The car’s rented, isn’t it? The flower was on sale, right? Get lost.”

Her mother called asking for money? She calmly transferred it, adding a note: “One last time. After this, we’re even.”

Her brother caused a scene at her office? She called the police on the spot: “This detention center meal is on me.”

Everyone thought she was destined to live a miserable life.

Until one day, a Bentley pulled up outside Ode to Joy.

The head of Shanghai’s Shen family stepped out in person and announced before the crowd, “This is my biological daughter, whom I lost twenty-five years ago, and the Shen family’s sole heir. She’s worth tens of billions.”

And Gu Yusen, the aloof CEO she’d once been too intimidated to look in the eye, was now down on one knee:

“I don’t care about your past life or this one. I’ll spend the rest of your life spoiling you.”

Fan Shengmei looked down at him and smiled.

“Sure. You’ll have to get in line, though. There’s an entire family of tycoons waiting behind you to spoil me.”