The three Sheng brothers knelt outside the old family home. Their account balances had hit zero, the company's stock price had been cut in half, and the fortunes of their century-old family were draining away like water from a bathtub with its stopper pulled.
The fake heiress, Sheng Ning, clutched her chest and wept. "Sister, I'll give everything back to you. Please spare them."
Sheng Tang sat in the grand armchair in the main hall, turning a brass abacus bead around her wrist.
"Give it back? Did you ask whether I wanted to give it up when you took it from me?"
In her previous life, Sheng Tang was the real heiress who had been switched at birth. She lived with the Sheng family for three years before they drained her blood and cut out her heart, leaving her to die on the operating table. Her life, her luck, her very flesh and blood, all nourished the so-called "little sister," a born lucky star.
Reborn, she bound herself to the [Karmic Exchange Scales].
There was only one rule: take one thing from me, and I'll take ten times as much from you.
The fake heiress pretended to be sick so the whole family would force Sheng Tang to donate blood? Sheng Tang turned around and drained three years' worth of health from her eldest brother. The eldest son of the Sheng family collapsed to his knees at the dinner table.
Her biased parents tried to trade a house for eight percent of her shares? She used the right to trust income to secure a 50-million credit line. The day before the Sheng Group planned to bid 120 million, she snatched the coveted prime plot of land for two million.
Her second brother invited her for noodles to discuss a business deal. She ran the numbers on her calculator and showed that he'd underreported the amount by 1.26 billion.
The whole internet followed the fake heiress's lead after she published an open letter, calling Sheng Tang greedy? Sheng Tang just smiled and booked an appraisal for the jade pendant. Hidden inside the Sheng family's life-protecting jade was a blood contract from twenty years ago.
Sheng Tang never softened, never forgave, and never let herself lose out.
She tucked a packed box of osmanthus cakes into her canvas bag and turned the abacus bead, reclaiming what belonged to her, one item at a time.
The King of Hell keeps the books, and she collects the debts. The whole clan's fortune is the price.
