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

She dared not cry.

Once you cry, it means you've truly lost completely, and everyone will laugh at you for being a sore loser and petty.

But the hatred in her heart had already grown wildly.

She hates Shen Jingshu.

He hated her for appearing out of nowhere, stealing all his limelight, ruining his carefully prepared coming-of-age ceremony, and making her lose face and become a laughing stock in front of all the powerful figures in Beijing.

She will remember all the embarrassment and humiliation she suffered today, and she will definitely get her revenge tenfold in the future!

Shen Jingshu stood quietly to the side, her expression indifferent. She neither argued, mocked, nor sympathized with the mother and daughter as they hurriedly made their way out of the mess.

After the farce, the atmosphere of the banquet had completely changed.

The originally lively and cheerful atmosphere was completely gone. As the guests chatted and laughed, they would occasionally glance at the stage, their eyes filled with a hint of amusement and understanding.

This coming-of-age ceremony, which was once a grand banquet that everyone envied, has completely degenerated into a private joke within the industry.

Shen Mobai's face turned ashen, and he could no longer maintain his composure, remaining gloomy and silent throughout.

Shen Yifan was also filled with complex emotions.

Shen Jingshu, who had been ignored and neglected by them, remained calm, composed, and poised in the face of adversity. Even when she was targeted and schemed against in public, she still maintained her upright posture and outstanding demeanor.

The banquet was hastily concluded, and the guests gradually dispersed.

As the crowd was about to disperse, Lu Ze stepped forward again.

Lu Ze looked down at her cool and clean features, and his appreciation for her grew even stronger.

Having witnessed too many wealthy heiresses vying for attention, competing, and scheming, such a beautiful, insightful, calm, and composed young woman is truly rare.

He spoke softly, with a hint of sincerity: "Would I have the honor of exchanging your contact information? I'd like to get to know you better in the future."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xinyi, who was removing her makeup and tidying up not far away, suddenly stiffened, her fingertips clenching the tissue tightly, almost crushing it to pieces!

Lu Ze actually asked Shen Jingshu for her contact information?!

He was only polite and perfunctory towards me, and never took the initiative to get close to me in the slightest!

Why should I?!

Shen Jingshu lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment. Without deliberately trying to curry favor or refuse, she openly took out her phone.

The two exchanged contact information.

Lu Ze glanced at the newly added name in his contacts, a faint smile flickering in his eyes, and said softly, "Let's contact each other another day."

After saying that, he turned around and calmly left with Lu Manman.

Li Beichen watched the whole thing from the sidelines, not only without interfering, but with a deep smile in his eyes.

His younger sister deserves everyone's kindness and genuine affection.

Once all the guests had left, the huge banquet hall instantly became empty and deserted.

Lin Wanqing finished tidying up and walked over with Shen Xinyi, who still had a gloomy face. She looked at Shen Jingshu, hesitant to speak.

She wanted to apologize on behalf of Xinyi, but couldn't bear to blame her beloved youngest daughter. In the end, all she could manage was a powerless "Jingshu, thank you for your hard work today."

Shen Jingshu nodded slightly: "It's alright. It's getting late, let's go home first."

Throughout, she remained calm and composed, neither vying for attention nor complaining.

It was as if the spectacular, high-profile crushing and farce that had just occurred to her was nothing more than an insignificant passing by.

Li Beichen protected her as they turned and left. Before leaving, he glanced back at Shen Xinyi, whose expression was gloomy.

There was no warmth at all in the fundus of the eye.

The girl who was not favored by the Shen family was pampered by the Li family with all their might.

What the Shen family doesn't understand, others will regard as precious gems.

Stepping out of the hotel, the evening breeze caressed my face, dispelling the lingering extravagance and noise of the banquet hall.

Li Beichen turned his head to look at the girl beside him and said gently with a smile, "Today, my Jing Shu won gracefully and beautifully."

Shen Jingshu looked up at the night sky, the moonlight was bright, and her eyes were clear and calm.

She never thought about winning or losing, or stealing the limelight.

But some people insist on forcing her to take the stage, forcing her to shine, forcing her to climb step by step to the top.

Meanwhile, Shen Xinyi, hidden in the shadows, stood in the empty, luxurious banquet hall, watching the two figures leave, her eyes filled with intense hatred that had taken deep root in her heart.

Today's humiliation, today's defeat, today's disparity—

She, Shen Xinyi, will never be forgotten.

This battle of wits between the sisters, both overt and covert, was already destined long ago.

The various disturbances that occurred in the banquet hall were reported to Lu Jingxing by his servants that very evening. After hearing the whole story, he remained calm and composed, showing no sign of joy, anger, or dislike.

On the other side, Shen Jingshu and Li Beichen drove back to the Li family mansion. As soon as they stepped into the living room, Lin Wanqing followed them in.

Her gaze fell on Shen Jingshu, and she hesitated several times, her heart full of things she wanted to say, whether to apologize or to defend Shen Xinyi. However, with Li Beichen present, she swallowed all her words and couldn't utter a single one.

Shen Jingshu didn't care at all. She calmly said goodnight to Li Beichen and then turned around and went back to her room alone.

After a quick wash, she put the farce of her coming-of-age ceremony, Shen Xinyi's deliberate刁难 (difficulties/challenges), and the stares and whispers of the guests behind her. To her, glamorous social engagements and entanglements between women were trivial matters, far less important than starting her fortune-telling broadcast and accumulating merits in the Heavenly Realm.

She sat down at the table, adjusted the live streaming equipment, and the moment the screen lit up, she focused on starting her evening metaphysical live stream.

With the weekend approaching and her reputation already built from several accurate predictions in previous live streams, Shen Jingshu's live stream room boasted hundreds of thousands of regular fans. The moment the account went live, over ten thousand viewers flooded into the live stream room, and the number of online viewers continued to rise rapidly.

Seeing the surge in popularity, Shen Jingshu skipped the pleasantries and immediately started selling lucky bags in the live stream. The lucky bags were snapped up in an instant, and she quickly opened the online reporting channel, waiting for those who were meant to join her.

The first to connect via video were an elderly couple, both over seventy years old. Wearing reading glasses, the two were slightly hunched over. After connecting, they glanced instinctively at the scrolling live stream comments on the side, their expressions both nervous and anxious.

Shen Jingshu only glanced at the two men's faces briefly before understanding their purpose. Following the proper etiquette for consultation, she asked softly, "What would you two like to have divined?"

The old man on camera sighed, his voice hoarse and weary: "Host, we're two old folks, practically half-buried. We heard from our neighbors downstairs that you're incredibly accurate at fortune telling, so we thought we'd give it a shot and decided to connect. We want to find out where our daughter has gone."

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

The two elderly people looked to be at least in their early seventies, and their daughter must be at least in her forties or fifties.

"How could a perfectly healthy adult just disappear? Did they run away from home or did something happen to them?"

"Please tell me slowly, old man, what exactly happened?"