Miss Shen Is Typing

My name is Shen Qinghuang. After failing to ascend in the cultivation world, I was reborn as the true heiress of a wealthy family.

I showed up at the Shen family's welcome banquet in a floral shirt and cloth shoes.

Everyone: “Who let this beggar in???”

I couldn't be bothered to explain. I sat down and started cracking sunflower seeds.

The fake heiress tearfully dropped to her knees. “Sister, I'll give everything back to you, ”

Me: “Don't. The black aura around your neck is practically smoking.”

Everyone: “?”

Later

One of Father Shen's business partners died. With his dying breath, he pointed toward the Shen family and said, “Your daughter… she was… right…”

My five brothers, who used to look down on me, lined up outside my door in the middle of the night:

“Little sister, take a look at this business project for me.”

“Little sister, take a look at this patient for me.”

“Little sister, people are trashing me online over my variety show!”

“Little sister, my hands shake when I compete!”

“Little sister, let me copy your homework, ”

Me: “.”

I'm doing pretty well in this wealthy family so far. Fortune-telling is my main job, cultivation is my side gig, and I occasionally help people drive out ghosts.

A domineering CEO surnamed Su keeps pestering me. He insists I cured his curse, so now he wants to marry me.

I said, “Two million for a reading, feng shui consultations start at five million, and marriage costs extra.”

He said, “Add a zero.”

“…Please come right in, boss.”

[Enough talk. There's a ghost at the ancestral home tonight, so I'm taking my peachwood sword and heading over.]