Major news in high society: the Lin family's real heiress, who was switched at birth twenty-four years ago, has come home!
Her cousins spread the news everywhere:
“She grew up in the countryside.”
“She was the old Taoist master's disciple and adopted daughter.”
“She must be timid and weak, and probably a country bumpkin too.”
“She has a weak heart. I heard she's always sick.”
A few days later, they met the woman herself. Lin Zhi wore a custom-made outfit, her gaze clear and serene. She wasn't intimidated in the least, and her beauty was downright unfair.
“Our young great-aunt is gorgeous.”
“I'll take a dozen elders like her, please.”
At the welcome banquet, Duan Xiaoyu asked, “Auntie, what do you think of my face?”
Lin Zhi replied, “Your philtrum is getting shorter, which means your vital energy is leaking out. It suggests evil spirits are haunting you. Buy a talisman; I've got some ready-made.”
Duan Xiaoyu snapped, “You, Lin! How dare you curse me! You think the Duan family is easy to mess with?”
A few days later, Duan Xiaoyu said, “Auntie, I'll do whatever you say.”
Romance version
Lin Zhi: “Dr. Fu, I just took a sip of that milk…”
Fu Qichen: “I didn't hear you, and I don't understand what you mean.”
Lin Zhi took a sip of coffee, then looked away.
Fu Qichen: “Zhizhi, what are we going to do?”
Lin Zhi: “What?”
Fu Qichen: “I just took a sip of the coffee you're drinking, too.”
Blushing, Lin Zhi lowered her head. “I didn't hear you, and I don't understand what you mean.”
Fu Qichen chuckled. “You learn fast.”
