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The Spoiled and Malicious Young Miss Awakens

Miss Chi Yu of the Chi family has been plagued with misfortune since birth. She has endured car accidents, kidney failure, and experts predicted she wouldn’t live past eighteen. Fortunately, those around her dote on her excessively, indulging her bad temper and pampering her into a spoiled princess. However, one day she accidentally opens a book and discovers that she is actually an adopted child of the Chi family, meant to serve as a scapegoat for the true heiress, the real Miss Chi born on the same day, month, and year as her. They elevated her to the clouds, subjected her to public scorn and hatred, all to later declare that the “innocent” girl was the true heiress once she was gone. Desperate to change her fate, Chi Yu finds herself thwarted by a mysterious force—destined to die on her eighteenth birthday. In her despair, Chi Yu turns dark. If she’s doomed to die a wretched death, then no one else will have a peaceful life! She becomes increasingly ruthless and arrogant, forcing her deceitful assistant to apologize on his knees and disrupting her uncle’s multi-million-dollar deal. They are furious, enraged, and helpless. If they want the kitchen maid’s daughter to survive, they cannot touch her. Everyone hates her, except for the newly hired bodyguard who brainlessly defends her to the end. “Miss, you’re spot on, brilliant, and absolutely infuriating!” Chi Yu: Although he seems a bit foolish, he’s quite endearing, isn’t he? As her eighteenth birthday approaches and she resigns herself to her grim fate, a prominent family from the capital arrives, claiming their lost daughter…

KatherineJe · perkotaan
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An Unexpected Incident

The moment the heavy iron gate slammed shut, the pitch-black room instantly turned into an icy abyss.

Coldness seeped into Chi Yu's body from every direction, freezing her to the point where her face turned ashen, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, emitting a faint grinding sound.

Even though it was the dead of winter, Chi Yu had entered wearing a thick down jacket, and initially, she didn't feel cold at all.

This sudden chill, however, felt as though the room had been dragged into another dimension.

Perhaps...hell?

Chi Yu, her mind muddled from the cold, vaguely entertained such thoughts.

Wang Ming'an's chanting drifted in and out, sometimes so close it was as if it were right in her ear, and at other times, it sounded distant, like an echo from the heavens.

Her limbs had become stiff from the cold, her gaze met nothing but darkness.

She distinctly remembered that Wang Ming'an had lit two candles on the altar.