The Real Heiress Goes Viral with Her Fortune-Telling

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Blurb

Yun Tian was a genius of the mystic arts, but died young and transmigrated into a book, becoming the real daughter everyone despised. She was also bound to a show-off System.

The System required her to keep living by getting the thrill of face-slapping people through showing off.

To stay alive, Yun Tian had no choice but to put her mystical skills to use, showing off (not really) and telling fortunes for all kinds of people.

At first, Yun Tian put up a sign offering fortunes for ten yuan each.

Family: You're so young. Why aren't you doing something useful? Why are you acting like a fraud? Don't go out and embarrass yourself.

Rich big shot: This girl is kind of interesting. I don't believe in this stuff anyway. How could this kind of scam fool me?

Netizens: Of course she's superstitious, she's from the countryside. Is there anything she can do right, besides playing the charlatan?

Later, everyone realized that every word Yun Tian said came true.

Her family began sucking up to her: Tiantian, for the sake of our blood ties, could you tell my fortune?

The big shots begged her from every angle: Master, please tell me whether fortune or misfortune lies ahead!

Netizens screamed with excitement: Ahhh! Sis is amazing! Sis is incredible! I want her to read my fortune too!

Yun Tian: Sorry, my schedule is full. Unless... you pay extra!

A little scene

One day, someone came to Yun Tian for a career reading. The man looked pretty good, so she thought she'd read his romantic prospects too.

But she couldn't see anything.

In her line of work, if she couldn't read someone's fortune, it meant they were connected to her.

Yun Tian: So I'm his romantic prospect?

Addicted to showing off (not really), Yun Tian took the initiative and told him, “Hello, sir. I have a premonition that you'll fall in love with me one day.”

The man: “That's a pretty old-fashioned approach. I'm sorry, but you're not my type.”

Later...

“I was wrong. I don't have a type. You're exactly my type.”

PS:

A sweet and satisfying face-slapping story. Not a serious mystic arts novel. The heroine is top-tier.

The male lead may show up late.

The author's logic is a mess, so don't overthink it.

Theme: Sweet and satisfying