After being miscarried for eighteen years, Lin Wei, a graduate student in the history department of Northern Qing Dynasty, finally returned to his biological parents, but became the most unexpected presence in the wealthy family.
Silk sheets were not as good as the hard bed in the dormitory for sleeping soundly, the million-dollar cloakroom was no match for her old school bag containing copies of ancient books, and the caviar on the dining table could never compare to the aroma of instant noodles in the library late at night. Faced with her biological mother's argument that "it's useless for girls to read so many books," she just wanted to pull out the "Manuscript of Qing History" to demonstrate the academic value of female scholars. Faced with overt and covert difficulties from her adopted sister Lin Mengyao, she was busy correcting papers for her fellow seniors, and didn't even have the time to raise her eyes to criticize others.
In this family where luxury goods and social circles are used to measure value, Lin Wei is like a "stubborn stone" that is out of place: he will suddenly answer a video call from his tutor at the dinner table to discuss the collation of "Sikuquanshu", he can analyze the defects of Qing Dynasty folk kiln craftsmanship on antique vases worth tens of millions, and even regard the dinner of a wealthy family as a living sample to observe the evolution of the modern clan system.
His biological brother Lin Zeyan was dumbfounded at first, but later he got used to his sister staying up late reading ancient books. Parents who favored adopted daughters gradually discovered that this daughter who always held books had a kind of determination and light that they had never seen before. When Lin Mengyao used her family background to suppress her at every turn, trying to prove that she was the true heir of the Lin family, Lin Wei was living her own light in the wider world with her academic papers.
In this misplaced life, she never thought about fighting for anything, but on the way to persist in herself, she made everyone understand: the real value is never in the surname in the household registration book, but in the stars in one's eyes and the road under one's feet.
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