After Sharing the Senses of a Murder Victim, the Fake Heiress Becomes the Police Department's Favorite

[Shared murder experiences + true and fake heiresses + everyone’s favorite + outrageous wealthy-family drama]

Jiang Zhaozhao spent twenty-four years as a wealthy heiress, but overnight she became a fake who was thrown out of the house.

No one told her that losing her family’s favor also meant being forced to experience a murder firsthand every night.

The crime scenes were as vivid as a movie, and the warmth of the blood felt real to the touch.

To make a living, she turned the gruesome scenes from her dreams into novels, and became an overnight sensation.

Then the criminal police came knocking, and she became a suspect.

Clutching her yellow duck pajamas, Jiang Zhaozhao teared up. “I told them I dreamed it all up... Do you believe me?”

Zhuang Yan, captain of the criminal investigation team and her wealthy-family nemesis who should have inherited billions but chose to become a cop, looked stunned. A few seconds later, he suddenly unlocked her handcuffs. “I believe you.”

From then on, the criminal investigation team had an unofficial “dream consultant.”

One cold case after another was solved thanks to her dreams, leaving the real criminals nowhere to hide.

The family that had once discarded her like trash reached out to her again.

The on-duty officers just happened to be practicing riot-control formations outside the station, while a pretty policewoman pulled Zhaozhao behind her. “We’ll solve the cases, and we’ll take care of Zhaozhao. Bystanders, keep out...”

The wealthy young men and women Jiang Zhaozhao had helped also became her “support squad.” “Whatever happens to Zhaozhao concerns us!”

What she never expected was that the kindness she’d shown others would lead her to reunite with her real parents, members of a top-tier wealthy family, and a big brother who doted on his little sister.

Her big brother tossed her a black card. “Little sis, the family fortune is all yours. You couldn’t spend it all in ten lifetimes.”

Zhuang Yan doted on her without restraint. He even knelt in public to roll up her overly long pajama sleeves, his voice gentle. “Be good. I’m here!”