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

A crisp elevator arrival sound rang out, and the elevator doors slowly slid open to both sides.

A chilly, damp air hit you from the eighth floor. Despite being a star-rated hotel with constant temperature air conditioning, the temperature on this floor was several degrees lower than the floors below.

The entire corridor was empty and silent, the lights were pale and dim, and the end of the corridor was hidden in the shadows, which looked particularly eerie.

Xiao Gao was so frightened that his legs went weak. He could only stand firmly at the elevator door, not daring to move an inch. He carefully flipped his phone camera to show the entire corridor to the screen.

Through her phone screen, Shen Jingshu quietly surveyed the panoramic view of the eighth floor.

The Heavenly Eye twitched slightly, and a faint golden light swept across its depths.

Throughout the entire eight-story building, thick black energy and heavy resentment intertwined and swirled, layer upon layer occupying the corridors, rooms, and corners of the ceiling. The eerie atmosphere was chilling and deathly, almost completely enveloping the entire floor.

Ordinary people would only feel cold, oppressive, and fearful in this place, but in her eyes, it was already a place where yin energy gathered and vengeful spirits lingered.

It's definitely not a simple case of ghosts haunting the place.

Shen Jingshu's gaze darkened slightly, and she said calmly, "That's enough. It's safe in the elevator. Let's go back inside."

Shen Jingshu instructed Xiao Gao: "This matter has deep roots, and I need to go there in person to resolve it. Please send the hotel's detailed address to me via private message later, and I will make time to visit tomorrow to handle it."

Xiao Gao felt like he had been granted a pardon and repeatedly replied, "Thank you, host. I'll send the address right away. Let's hang up now and discuss the details later."

The video call ended abruptly after he finished speaking.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with messages of regret and pleas.

[How did it end so soon? We didn't even get to see the vengeful spirit's true form!]

[Could the host do a live stream when they come to my house tomorrow? I want to see the ghost story resolved live!]

[Looking for a ghost-hunting gameplay video, it'll broaden my horizons!]

Looking at the screen full of comments, Shen Jingshu explained gently, "It depends on the hotel's wishes. They are concerned about the hotel's reputation and the privacy of its guests. If they agree, I will broadcast the recording live; if it is inconvenient, we can only handle it privately."

Although everyone was filled with regret, they had no choice but to give up.

Shen Jingshu then started the final round of lucky bag draws: "Next, we'll draw the last lucky viewer for today's live stream."

During the break between the raffles, the live chat continued non-stop.

Upon closer reflection, all those who drew the lucky bag connection were people who had encountered strange and troublesome events; none of them were simply seeking fortune-telling out of boredom.

[So, the fact that I've never won a lucky bag despite always being a runner-up means I've had a smooth and successful life, without any misfortunes or hardships?]

This is truly the ultimate form of self-consolation; thinking about it this way, not winning is actually a good thing.

Amidst laughter and conversation, the lucky bags were drawn, and the last lucky user, "Meet in Real Life Smoothly," successfully connected online.

The boy in the video was wearing a loose hoodie and black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He nervously rubbed his palms together, and the live stream chat instantly erupted with activity.

Hey streamer, I'd like you to tell me if I'll be successful in meeting someone in real life tomorrow.

[It really is a meeting in real life! There are tons of examples of online photoshopping backfiring!]

[Asian magic isn't just hype; with a beauty filter, aunties can become school beauties, and uncles can become heartthrobs!]

Take care, brother. Don't go back with high hopes only to be heartbroken.

The boy scratched his head, his tone full of trepidation: "Host, I've known her for eight months in an online game. We chat from morning till night every day. In her selfies, she has delicate features, a slender figure, and speaks gently and softly. We agreed that I would take the high-speed train to another city to meet her in person tomorrow. I'm really not sure if we can make it work, so I wanted you to help me see if we can get together."

Shen Jingshu lightly tapped the table with her fingertips, her Heavenly Eye sweeping across the marriage lines around the boy on the other side of the screen, her eyebrows pausing slightly.

"First of all, the other person's photos are heavily edited, and their real appearance is very different from the photos. Not only their face shape and features, but their body shape is also completely different from their selfies."

The boy's face turned pale instantly, and he leaned forward abruptly: "No, no way? She occasionally video chats with me briefly, and she looks almost exactly like her photos!"

"The video was heavily edited with beauty filters and face-slimming effects, and it was filmed in a dark nighttime setting, deliberately hiding her shortcomings." Shen Jingshu continued unhurriedly, "Secondly, she's not just flirting with you; she's also keeping three other netizens in the same city on the hook. She's asked you to meet tomorrow, and she's also finalized a dinner appointment with another guy this afternoon. Meeting in person is just a way for her to choose a suitor with better prospects."

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

Wow, this is large-scale fish farming!

[I feel sorry for the guy who was meeting up with his girlfriend in person; he even booked his train tickets and accommodation in advance?]

[Luckily, I had my fortune told beforehand, otherwise I would have wasted my money and been ripped off.]

The boy immediately deflated, his shoulders slumping: "I bought round-trip high-speed rail tickets half a month in advance, and even prepared a necklace as a gift for our first meeting. I originally planned to confess my feelings after we met and confirmed our relationship."

"There is another hidden danger in the divination: the other party spends money extravagantly. After meeting, they will most likely try to get you to spend money under the pretext of shopping and eating. If you refuse to pay, they will immediately become cold and hostile."

Shen Jingshu advised, "If you are unwilling to accept the invitation, carry less cash and valuables with you, and do not easily pay large sums of money."

The boy remained silent for a long time, then sighed deeply: "Thank goodness I got the lucky bag for the live stream, otherwise I would have really fallen into a huge trap. I might as well cancel my train ticket and not go to meet him in real life."

Shen Jingshu nodded gently: "Cutting your losses in time is the best outcome. Your true love is still six months away, so there's no need to rush."

As soon as he finished speaking, a barrage of thank-you messages filled the screen, bringing this online dating simulation to a close.

After concluding all three divination matters, Shen Jingshu bid farewell to the viewers in the live stream and casually ended the broadcast.

Just as she switched out of the live stream, a private message popped up in the background. Clicking on it, she saw it was a message from Xiao Gao, the hotel lobby manager she had connected with during the day, along with the hotel's detailed address, located within Beijing. Shen Jingshu quickly replied, finalizing the meeting details and agreeing to visit the hotel the following evening to deal with the strange occurrences on the eighth floor.

After dealing with the private messages, she finished washing up and leaned against the bed. Just as she was about to turn off the light and rest, her phone chimed softly, and an unfamiliar and unexpected message popped up.

Shen Jingshu raised an eyebrow, opened the chat box, and was surprised to find that the message was from Lu Jingxing. Ever since she gave him the protective peach wood amulet, the two had not met and rarely contacted each other. So, it was quite surprising that he had suddenly sent her a message.

The screen displayed only two simple words: Are you there?

Shen Jingshu tapped the screen lightly with her fingertips and replied: Yes, Mr. Lu.

On the other side, in the spacious and elegant study, Lu Jingxing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The night flowed through the window, and the city lights spread out in scattered spots in his eyes.

His phone was on the solid wood desk when a message notification suddenly sounded. He turned around, picked up his phone, and saw the girl's reply. His fingertip hovered over the input box, but he hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Before he could finish considering it, Shen Jingshu's second message arrived: "Mr. Lu, is there something you need?"