Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

The comments section was filled with jokes and teasing, with many guessing that he had been lazy during the Qingming Festival and hadn't burned paper money for his grandmother, which is why the old lady appeared in his dream asking for it back.

Xiaoyu, with a pained expression, quickly waved her hands in protest: "No, that's not true! Grandma passed away several years ago. This year, my parents weren't home for Qingming Festival, so I went to pay my respects by myself. I burned a lot of paper money for the dead, so there's absolutely no question of withholding any money."

He scratched his head, speculating wildly, "Could it be that Grandma is too lonely down there? Should I burn some more paper figures to keep her company?"

Seeing that the boy's words were becoming increasingly outrageous, Shen Jingshu chuckled and interrupted him.

"Your grandmother chases after you and beats you every night. The problem lies with the offerings for Qingming Festival. She didn't receive the money you burned at all."

Xiaoyu looked bewildered: "That's impossible! I've never made a mistake about the location of the ancestral worship. The grave mound and tombstone are clearly marked. I would never go to the wrong place."

"You didn't burn the wrong grave; you just sent over nothing but worthless waste paper."

Xiaoyu looked incredulous and hurriedly explained, "I specifically bought Qingming banners from the funeral shop and a big bag of large denomination ghost money from the Heaven and Earth Bank. I burned a whole bunch of it. How could it be waste paper?"

Shen Jingshu sighed inwardly and slowly explained to everyone. With the changing times, many merchants, driven by profit, were selling elaborately printed new types of ghost money. However, these large-denomination, fancy-printed paper money couldn't circulate in the underworld and ended up being nothing more than a pile of useless waste paper.

Life in the underworld is no different from that in the mortal world; one has to spend money everywhere to make ends meet. Grandma had been looking forward to the offerings during Qingming Festival and was overjoyed to receive the money from her descendants, but in the end, she only received a pile of worthless paper.

No wonder the old man was furious. He had to use up his last bit of good karma to get a dream, but he didn't have enough money to talk to her. He could only vent his anger by chasing after Xiaoyu in his dream.

Xiaoyu suddenly realized what was happening and quickly asked for a solution: "Then, streamer, what kind of paper money should I burn to make it work?"

"Just look for the oldest type of yellow-bound, perforated paper money," Shen Jingshu reminded the camera. "I also want to remind everyone in the live stream that only this kind of paper money, passed down through generations, is the universal currency recognized by the underworld. The deceased relatives will not receive any of the other fancy offerings."

The comments section erupted in sudden realization, with netizens expressing their amazement at having learned something new. Previously, everyone believed that the larger the denomination, the more sincere the sentiment, and people would buy large quantities of new-style ghost money, unaware of these underlying taboos.

Thank you for the advice, host. I'll go back to my hometown first thing tomorrow morning to burn proper paper money for my grandmother.

Xiaoyu was still uneasy and asked anxiously, "What if Grandma comes back to me in my dreams tonight and keeps hitting me?"

"Just sleep peacefully tonight. If you dream of her again, just explain the whole story clearly."

After thanking her, Xiaoyu ended the video call.

With all three opportunities now resolved, Shen Jingshu calmly concluded her broadcast to the camera: "That concludes today's live stream. See you next time."

After bidding farewell to her online friends, Shen Jingshu clearly felt that the merit within her body had become even more abundant, and she was secretly satisfied. The continuous divination had exhausted her energy, and drowsiness washed over her. After a quick wash, she lay down and peacefully fell asleep.

On the other side, the night was deep.

Lin Wanqing nestled lazily in Li Wenqian's arms, the tenderness still lingering. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke softly, "Aqian, I want to borrow some money from you."

Li Wenqian lowered his head and hugged her tighter, his tone casual yet indulgent: "There's no such thing as borrowing between husband and wife. Isn't the supplementary card I usually give you enough?"

"I've been careful with the money in my card, it's more than enough." Lin Wanqing shook her head, looking worried. "It's because Yifan's company has run into trouble, and they urgently need a large amount of cash flow. Even though I've been separated from his biological father for a long time, he's still my flesh and blood, and I can't just sit idly by."

"I understand," Li Wenqian replied immediately before she could say anything more. "How much do you need?"

"Eighty million."

Upon hearing the amount, Li Wenqian did not hesitate for a moment. He got up, dressed, took out his checkbook from his suit pocket, wrote down 80 million, and handed it to Lin Wanqing.

Looking at this unwavering favoritism, Lin Wanqing held the check, feeling both warm and moved, but also a heavy sense of guilt.

Clutching the check, Lin Wanqing looked solemnly at Li Wenqian and promised, "Qian, just this once. I'll remember this money. Once Yifan's company gets through this crisis, I'll make sure he pays you back in full."

"No need." Li Wenqian gently patted the top of her head, his expression mild. "Consider the 80 million as my help to the younger generation. This is a one-time thing, and it will not be repeated."

Lin Wanqing quickly agreed and wrote it down. Afterwards, Li Wenqian returned to the bed, pulled her into his arms, and the two fell into a deep sleep in each other's embrace.

The next day happened to be Sunday, and Lin Wanqing was preoccupied with the check, hoping to deliver the money to Shen Yifan as soon as possible so that the company's crisis could be resolved quickly. Just as dawn broke, she hurriedly left in the Li family's car.

When Shen Jingshu came downstairs, only Li Wenqian was left in the restaurant, sitting down to have breakfast.

Good morning, Uncle Li.

"Good morning, Jing Shu, come and have breakfast."

Shen Jingshu looked around but couldn't see Lin Wanqing, so she couldn't help but wonder, "Uncle Li, where did my mother go?"

"She went out early this morning because she had something to do."

Li Wenqian didn't elaborate further, but he already knew where Lin Wanqing was. However, he was discreet and never got involved in such private matters.

After finishing breakfast, Shen Jingshu planned to go out to buy some personal items and then left the Li family mansion. She didn't use the Li family's car, but had the driver take her to the bus stop outside the villa area, intending to take the bus and wander around for a while.

After many years, she longed to experience the everyday life of ordinary people again.

She prepared her change, put it into the coin box, and slowly boarded the bus. This area was a wealthy villa district, with sparse passenger traffic, making the bus exceptionally spacious. Shen Jingshu chose an empty seat by the window.

Shen Jingshu's trip out was actually because she was still thinking about an old matter from her past life. She remembered that the daughter of an old friend from her previous life had unexpectedly passed away on this very day.

Following the route she remembered, Shen Jingshu took a bus to the entrance of her target residential area. Her gaze swept across the street, and she quickly spotted two familiar figures.

A young woman in her early thirties was leading her three-year-old daughter out of the residential compound, about to cross the road.

Just then, the woman's phone rang suddenly. After answering the call, her face instantly turned anxious. She subconsciously freed one hand to rummage through her backpack and loosened her grip on the little girl's wrist.

The woman was completely absorbed in her phone call and the items she was searching for, paying no attention to her surroundings. Children are naturally playful, and upon spotting the colorful balloons being sold not far away, she immediately ran excitedly towards them on her short legs. At that moment, danger silently descended.