[Today's Breaking News]: Grandpa Zuo passed away due to heart disease at 10 o'clock tonight at the Central Hospital. The Zuo family is in turmoil, and various factions are fighting for supremacy. One might wonder—now that Grandpa Zuo is gone, will Si Fuqing, the resourceful individual who relied on the Zuo family to enter the entertainment industry and become a star, be able to survive?
With a "bang", a cellphone was thrown heavily in front of Si Fuqing.
The news had only been posted for two minutes, yet it was already causing a heated discussion.
"Si Fuqing, you should know that you are not a member of our Zuo family, and your last name isn't even Zuo." Madam Zuo's voice was cold. "Now that the old man is gone, it's time for you to leave the Zuo family, isn't it?"
"You still want to go in and see his body? Let me make this clear—you're not qualified!"
In the hall, all the Zuo family members were gathered.
However, no one paid much attention to the commotion. They were too busy discussing the division of the inheritance.
At that moment, Mr. Zuo's body was pushed into the morgue.
"Look at what people are saying about you online. You think you're famous in the entertainment industry, do you?" Madam Zuo sneered. "The Zuo family has raised you for thirteen years. And how do you repay us? By slandering us all day long!"
Si Fuqing lowered her head as strange memories churned violently in her mind. Pain spread throughout her body.
She pressed the tip of her tongue against her teeth, suppressing the metallic taste rising in her throat. Picking up the gauze beside her, she wrapped it around her bleeding wrist before glancing at the phone screen.
There were already over a thousand comments under the news—each one an insult.
[Although my words may seem harsh, I have to say it: Now that Mr. Zuo is gone, I wonder how Si Fuqing will survive in the entertainment industry.]
[Finally! Si Fuqing can leave Youth Boys! How can someone who can't sing or dance be a dance instructor for a boy band audition?]
[She wears heavy makeup every day. I bet she looks disgraceful without it. When will she leave the entertainment industry?]
Seeing that she was ignoring her, Madam Zuo raised her voice. "Are you deaf?!"
Si Fuqing finally lifted her head. Her lips were still stained with blood as she responded in a slightly hoarse voice: "Hmm?"
She wasn't wearing any makeup today, revealing her natural face.
The girl's beauty was undeniable.
Her skin was porcelain-white, and her hair was soft.
She had the delicate features of a classical painting—graceful, refined.
Yet, her fox-like eyes were deep and enchanting, holding a quiet, unreadable expression that only added to her allure. She truly possessed a face that was flawless from every angle.
Madam Zuo hated that face the most.
For years, she had lived in fear—afraid that Si Fuqing would seduce her son.
But for some reason, after Si Fuqing entered the entertainment industry, she had started wearing excessive makeup, making herself look neither human nor ghost.
This had somewhat eased Madam Zuo's worries.
Now, seeing that breathtakingly beautiful face again, Madam Zuo was reminded of the past.
Thirteen years ago, Mr. Zuo had gone on a business trip to Sijiu City. When he returned, he had a five-year-old girl with him.
It was undeniable—Si Fuqing had been stunningly beautiful even as a child. None of the Zuo family's daughters could compare to her.
Ignoring all opposition, Mr. Zuo had signed the adoption papers and brought her into the Zuo family.
Under his care, Si Fuqing had been treated no differently than a direct descendant—perhaps even better.
Three years ago, for reasons unknown, Si Fuqing had insisted on joining the entertainment industry. Mr. Zuo had agreed and even sent her abroad for further studies.
But Si Fuqing's skills were lacking, and her makeup choices were questionable.
Although she had debuted successfully overseas and later returned to China as a member of the popular girl group Star Girls, she was constantly criticized online. The Zuo family, too, was often ridiculed because of her.
Every time Madam Zuo attended social gatherings with other wealthy women, she was bombarded with questions about Si Fuqing. It made her furious.
If not for Mr. Zuo, she would have kicked Si Fuqing out long ago.
Si Fuqing leaned back on the sofa, resting her head in her hand as the pain in her head slowly subsided.
A few seconds later, she finally accepted reality—she had died in an explosion caused by a failed experiment and had now taken over the body of another woman with the same name, a fallen female celebrity drowning in negative news.
This incident taught her one thing—never drink Coke while working on anti-gravity armor.
As far as she could remember, she had always lived in the Zuo family.
The only person who had ever cared for her was Grandpa Zuo, the man who brought her back and claimed her parents had passed away.
But Grandpa Zuo had always been busy with his business, rarely home.
As a result, she had been bullied by the other members of the Zuo family for years.
This time, after an argument, she had been cut on the wrist by the eldest grandson of the Zuo family and had nearly lost her life.
Si Fuqing's long eyelashes drooped, and a hint of coldness flickered in her eyes.
In her past life, she had also been an orphan. Luckily, she had been taken in by her elder sister, who cared for her like family. Later, she had become a disciple, trained alongside a group of ruthless senior brothers and sisters.
But before she could enjoy life, she had died in an explosion.
And now, she was here.
"Alright, enough," Zuo Tianfeng said as if out of courtesy. "Let's deal with the inheritance first."
Madam Zuo shot Si Fuqing a resentful look. "Look at her—she's probably planning to rely on us again."
The adoption agreement had been signed by Grandpa Zuo, and no one had the authority to void it.
Si Fuqing was now an adult, and unless she agreed, the adoption could not be terminated.
Si Fuqing finally stood up and locked eyes with Madam Zuo.
Her wrist was still wrapped in gauze, blood seeping through drop by drop.
It was a shocking sight, yet she seemed unfazed by the pain.
Her fox-like eyes curved as she smiled. Her voice was light but sharp:
"Get lost."
The entire hall fell silent.
Dozens of Zuo family members turned to look at her in surprise.
Everyone knew Si Fuqing's usual demeanor.
She was always timid and obedient, never daring to lift her head, let alone talk back to Madam Zuo.
Madam Zuo's face turned red with fury. She stepped forward, ready to grab Si Fuqing's arm. "Si Fuqing, how dare you—"
Si Fuqing tilted her head, the smile still lingering on her lips.
"Get lost."
Madam Zuo stumbled backward, nearly losing her balance in her high heels.
Zuo Tianfeng caught her in time, his expression darkening. "Si Fuqing!"
Without another word, Si Fuqing grabbed her coat and headed downstairs.
"Is she out of her mind?" Madam Zuo seethed, clutching her chest. "Once she's out of this family, I'll see how she survives!"
Zuo Tianfeng frowned.
Something was off about Si Fuqing today.
But it didn't matter. Soon, she would no longer be a part of the Zuo family, and he had no interest in dealing with an outsider.