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

In the living room, Jiang Miaomiao felt a chill run through her body and her mind went blank after Shen Jingshu exposed her sins. She could no longer maintain any semblance of dignity, her eyes instantly reddened, and she pleaded in a panicked and humble tone.

"Please, please help me! I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! I don't want to be bothered by her anymore, I want to get rid of all this, I want to live a good life!"

Shen Jingshu lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Xiao Yi, who was quietly floating to the side. Her voice was clear and cold as she spoke slowly, each word solemn.

"You are only thinking about revenge, but you must understand. You are now a ghost and a remnant of a spirit. Once you are tainted with the blood of the living and take lives, you will be committing a heinous crime of killing. In the future, when you enter the underworld and are reincarnated, you will suffer the tortures of purgatory, be tormented by mountains of knives and seas of fire for eternity, and never have the chance to be reborn as a human again."

Xiao Yi's frail soul trembled slightly, her tone resolute and without a trace of fear: "I am not afraid. She destroyed everything I had while I was alive, and I died without a complete corpse, filled with resentment for many years. I have nothing left. What do I have to fear from mere hellish punishments?"

She was deeply obsessed and harbored resentment to the core, having long since disregarded the cycle of reincarnation and its associated fortunes.

Looking at her desolate and utterly destitute appearance, Shen Jingshu sighed inwardly, softened her tone, and asked softly, "Besides revenge, don't you have any other unfulfilled wishes? I'll help you settle all the regrets in your life that I can."

These words instantly shattered Xiaoyi's tough facade.

The overwhelming resentment that had surrounded him suddenly subsided, replaced by a deep-seated sense of grievance and longing.

Her soul trembled slightly, and her voice choked with sobs: "Yes... I have one last wish... I want to see my parents one more time."

"After I died, my soul was bound by resentment and could only cling to Jiang Miaomiao's side, unable to come and go freely. I tried desperately to fly home to see them, but they couldn't see me or touch me. They shed tears for me every day and worried about me every night."

"I watched them turn gray overnight and become depressed because of my passing. I watched them stay up all night in their empty rooms, holding my photo... I really wanted to see them one last time and say goodbye properly."

This was her only tender obsession, hidden deep in her heart for many years and never spoken to outsiders.

Revenge is hatred, but seeing her parents is the only tenderness and concern she has left.

Shen Jingshu's eyes softened slightly, and she nodded gently in agreement, "Okay."

With a slight movement of her fingertips, a wisp of clear and gentle Xuan power flowed, condensing into a thin and transparent Dream-Entering Talisman. The runes were delicate and flowed with a faint golden light, floating steadily in front of Xiao Yi.

"I will give you a dream-entering talisman. Tonight at midnight, you can use the power of the talisman to enter your parents' dreams."

This dream-entering talisman is not bound by the constraints of Yin and Yang; it can help you break free from the shackles of resentment and temporarily leave Jiang Miaomiao's side.

Shen Jingshu held a talisman with shimmering light between her fingertips, her voice gentle yet solemn: "At midnight, when the Yin energy is at its peak, the talisman's power will be fully activated, allowing you to enter your parents' dreams, to meet them properly, and to say goodbye properly. After one night, the talisman's effects will dissipate, and you will automatically return to your original body without losing a single bit of your soul."

Xiao Yi stared blankly at the golden talisman before her, and for the first time, her ghostly eyes, which had been empty for many years, welled up with hot tears.

After years of wandering, consumed by resentment and separated by death, she had long forgotten what warmth felt like. Revenge was the obsession that kept her going, while her parents were her only weakness and regret in this life.

"Thank you... thank you."

She choked back tears and bowed in thanks. Her thin white-clad soul trembled slightly, and all the fierce aura around her faded away, leaving only endless softness and bitterness. She carefully incorporated the power of the Dream Entry Talisman into her soul and quietly waited for the night.

Jiang Miaomiao, who was standing to the side, looked at this scene with her face deathly pale and her legs went weak, making her almost unable to stand.

She couldn't understand the talismans and magic, but she clearly heard all the conversations.

Dreams, seeing parents, old grudges, the cause and effect of human life...

Every word she uttered ruthlessly tore away the mask she had worn for so many years, revealing her most sordid and despicable sins.

Over the years, she deliberately forgot the tragedy of that summer, deliberately erased Xiao Yi's existence, and took the life that should have belonged to someone else with a clear conscience, studying abroad, socializing, and entering the top circle, living a very successful life.

She thought money and power could erase everything, that the dead could never speak, and that this sin would be buried forever.

But only now did she fully understand—

The cycle of karma never fails to repeat itself.

Shen Jingshu turned to look at Jiang Miaomiao, who was trembling and on the verge of collapse. Her eyes were cold and devoid of any pity: "You heard that. What she wanted was never indiscriminate killing, but only to have her injustice redressed. Back then, you bullied others and drove your classmate to her death. Afterwards, your family covered up the truth, destroyed the evidence, and lived a carefree life for years. Every bit of happiness you enjoyed was obtained by stepping on her corpse."

Jiang Miaomiao's pupils contracted sharply, and tears instantly streamed down her face. She frantically shook her head, protesting, "No...it wasn't my fault! It was an accident! She jumped because she couldn't bear it, it has nothing to do with me! She's narrow-minded, she's stubborn and difficult!"

Even now, she remains unrepentant and attempts to shirk all responsibility.

Shen Jingshu gave a cold, sneer, her tone chilling: "An accident? Kidnapping and humiliation, filming indecent videos, forcing someone to ruin their reputation, ultimately driving a seventeen-year-old girl to her death by falling from a building—and you call that an accident?"

"Jiang Miaomiao, you've enjoyed a life that wasn't yours for years without a second thought. It's time to pay the price."

Every word was like a knife to the heart, completely shattering Jiang Miaomiao's last shred of hope.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed heavily onto the sofa, her whole body trembling with cold, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Shen Jingshu stopped looking at her disheveled appearance and focused her attention on Xiao Yi, who was quietly standing in the corner. She gently instructed, "Wait patiently for nightfall and say goodbye to your parents properly. Once you've put an end to this life's worries, I will help you get the justice that's been delayed for so many years."

The moment Xiao Yi left on the wind, the cold, eerie wind that had been swirling around Jiang Miaomiao for years suddenly dissipated.

The chill that had constantly enveloped her, making her restless and unable to eat or sleep, vanished without a trace, and her body suddenly felt lighter. However, the panic in her heart only intensified. She knew clearly that the female ghost who had haunted her for years was gone, but this brief peace was by no means the end.

Jiang Miaomiao hurriedly looked up at Shen Jingshu, her eyes filled with fear and urgency. She lowered her stance and pleaded desperately, "Miss Shen, I beg you, please help me! Our Jiang family is incredibly wealthy. If you're willing to help resolve this, whatever reward you desire, I will grant it to you!"

Shen Jingshu's eyes were cold and indifferent as she glanced at her, her tone flat and emotionless: "I don't need it. Do I look like someone who's short of money?"

Jiang Miaomiao was taken aback, then hurriedly asked, "Then what exactly do you want? Anything I have, I'll give you!"

"I don't want anything."

Shen Jingshu spoke with unwavering conviction, her words blunt and cruel: "I only want you to atone for the sin of taking the life of an innocent girl. The only solution is to turn yourself in to the police and confess all your evil deeds from back then. Otherwise, from this day forward, you will be haunted by evil spirits, plagued by misfortune, haunted by nightmares, and constantly plagued by disasters. You will never have peace in this life."

"No! I can't turn myself in!"