On the day the true heiress returned, a fortune-teller declared that Xiaoman was an ill-fated jinx.
Her adoptive parents turned on her and drove her out of the villa barefoot. She collapsed at the Qin family’s doorstep.
Qin Wanyu had been a widow for years, raising four sons alone. They were so poor that rain leaked through their roof and their rice jar was nearly empty.
After bringing Xiaoman home, the Qin family used the last of their half-pot of porridge to save her from a high fever.
No one expected Xiaoman to be born with the luck of a koi fish.
She casually picked up a broken copper piece at an antique stall and sold it for a fortune. The rotten cucumbers she chose at the market with her brothers made pickles so good that the head chef of the state banquet begged for the recipe. Even at the supermarket raffle, one touch from her little hand won first prize.
The Qin family moved from a leaky, ramshackle home into a garden villa, and her four brothers went from poor boys to rising stars in their industries.
But after she left, the Huo family’s business collapsed and bad luck plagued them. The so-called true heiress who had taken her place was the one born unlucky.
Huo Mingyuan knelt at the Qin family’s door, begging her to come back. Xiaoman hugged Qin Wanyu’s leg and didn’t even look back.
She had a cool, composed medical-student eldest brother, a sharp-tongued art student for a second brother, a gentle little chef for a third brother, and a genius programmer for a fourth. Why would she want to return to her old home?
All four brothers: “It looks like all that spoiling you wasn’t for nothing!”
Heaven had given them their precious little sister, and they had only three words for her: spoil, spoil, spoil!