On the day I was reborn and recognized by the Jiang family, I bound the [Goodwill Visualization System].
In my previous life, I worked silently for 365 days, and no one thought well of me until I died. In this life, the system turns all good deeds into ironclad evidence.
The fake daughter cried and complained that I pushed her downstairs, and the whole family looked at her like daggers.
I smiled and clicked on the system and projected the surveillance screen: in the screen, she stepped into the air by herself, and the recording of her conspiring with others was simultaneously played.
"This is called evidence." I stroked the system mark, "I still have 364 copies in my hand. Which one do you want to see?"
Later, the national treasures I restored were exhibited at the United Nations, and the intangible cultural heritage workshops I funded opened all over the country.
When my family cried and begged for forgiveness during the confession live broadcast, I only replied with one sentence that was pinned to the top of the internet:
"Don't use blood to kidnap me. I am no longer a pathetic person begging for kindness, but a judge with evidence in hand."
[Top cultural relic restorer heroine + evidence chain slap in the face + zero ambiguity to focus on career]
