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

Shen Jingshu felt ice-cold all over and couldn't hear a word anymore. She staggered around and slowly made her way back to her room.

No one knew that she had an exceptional talent for medicine.

Lin Wanqing, the mother, came from a family of doctors. Her maternal grandparents were both well-known doctors in the industry. She was exposed to the medical profession from a young age and received careful teaching from her family. If she had focused on studying medicine, her achievements would not have been any less than those of her second brother, Shen Yifei, who was also focused on studying medicine.

She leaned against the door, her fingertips still trembling uncontrollably. The words spoken in the study just now felt like poisoned needles, piercing her very core.

A moment later, the tears in her eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a deathly, ruthless look.

She walked quickly to the desk, opened the bottom hidden drawer, and took out a small glass spray bottle.

This potion is a potent sleeping pill she recently developed. It is several times more potent than ordinary sleeping pills and resembles an ancient sleeping incense. Just a few light sprays into the air will cause people in a confined space to fall into a deep sleep in no time.

It was my second brother, Shen Yifei, who suggested developing this medicine. He said it was unsafe for my younger sister, Shen Xinyi, to go out alone, and he wanted to make a self-defense medicine. However, he was too busy with his studies to take care of it. Knowing that Shen Jingshu was good at pharmacology, he entrusted it to her.

Holding the cold medicine bottle, Shen Jingshu felt utterly ironic.

She was focused on preparing protective gear for her family, but these very family members, whom she treated with all her heart, were plotting to kill her.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Jingshu gripped the medicine bottle tightly and returned to the study door.

The conspiracy inside the house continued. Shen Mobai and his three sons chatted and laughed, imagining how the Shen family could rise to a higher level with the help of the Lu family after Shen Xinyi married into the Lu family, and completely establish themselves as a wealthy family in Beijing. Their words were full of longing for future glory and wealth. No one thought of Shen Jingshu, who was about to be killed by them.

They were completely unaware that death was already standing outside the door.

Shen Jingshu held her breath, aimed the spray bottle at the door crack, and gently pressed it a few times.

A faint medicinal mist seeped silently into the study, filling the air.

She stood quietly outside the door. After a moment, the voices inside gradually faded, followed by several muffled thuds of heavy objects falling to the ground. Then, the study fell completely silent.

Shen Jingshu put on the mask she had prepared in advance, slowly pushed open the study door, opened all the windows to dissipate some of the sleeping pills, and looked at the four people lying sprawled on the ground—her biological father, and her three older brothers whom she had loved, helped, and given everything to.

These are her blood relatives.

Yet these very relatives, for the sake of another daughter's selfish desires and for the wealth and glory of the Shen family, did not hesitate to decide to poison her, treating her life, her marriage, and her life as stepping stones that could be discarded at will.

All the grievances and hatred erupted completely at this moment.

Since they have no regard for family ties, treat her like dirt, and want to kill her, then there is no need for this so-called family to exist anymore.

Shen Jingshu's eyes were cold. Without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and closed all the open windows of the study, locked the latches, and then firmly closed the study door, sealing the entire room shut.

She walked slowly to the kitchen, found the gas valve, and turned it on forcefully.

The pungent smell of natural gas instantly filled the air, gradually permeating every corner of the villa.

After doing all this, Shen Jingshu lit the lighter.

Not long after, a deafening explosion ripped through the night sky. The entire Shen family villa collapsed amidst the violent blast, and raging flames shot into the sky, engulfing everything in their path.

Shen Mobai, Shen Yifan, Shen Yifei, Shen Yichen, and the scheming Shen Xinyi—the whole family perished in the flames, never to harm anyone again.

The subsequent divorce proceedings went exceptionally smoothly. Of the children, only Shen Xinyi was still a minor, while her brothers and Shen Xinyi were all adults and legally entitled to make their own choices. There were also no property disputes to argue about.

Shen Mobai and Lin Wanqing walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau one after the other, and within half an hour, Bianli Luo received her divorce certificate.

The bright red marriage certificate was replaced by a cold divorce certificate. Lin Wanqing's fingertips tightened slightly, while Shen Mobai, standing beside her, showed no reluctance on his face, but rather a sense of relief.

As soon as he stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he waved to his three sons, took the hand of the smug Shen Xinyi, and headed straight for the car parked by the roadside. The group drove off without even glancing at Lin Wanqing and Shen Jingshu, completely leaving the mother and daughter behind.

The post-snow wind was still biting. Only Lin Wanqing and Shen Jingshu remained at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, standing alone in the desolate surroundings, which made the departure of the Shen family members seem particularly heartless.

Lin Wanqing turned her head and looked at her eldest daughter, Shen Jingshu, who had only said "I am willing to follow my mother" from beginning to end and had not said anything more. Shen Jingshu lowered her eyes and looked calm, which was not like a girl of her age, but made Lin Wanqing feel a deep pity.

She raised her hand and gently stroked her daughter's head, her voice hoarse and filled with self-reproach: "Jing Shu, will you blame your mother? If I pretend I don't know anything and just turn a blind eye, this family will still seem whole."

Shen Jingshu looked up, her eyes filled with unwavering warmth and no resentment. She gently grasped her mother's hand: "No, Mom, I support all your decisions. If a man is unfaithful once, he will be unfaithful countless times. There's no point in staying in a marriage like this, in a home like this."

In her past life, she didn't understand; she only thought her mother was stubborn and insisted on breaking up the family. But after experiencing life and death, she realized that her mother's resolute decision was her final salvation and also her protection.

Looking into her daughter's clear eyes, Lin Wanqing felt a pang of sadness and nodded, "Okay, let's go back and pack our things first. Your Uncle Li will send someone to pick us up tomorrow and take us to the Li family home."

"Okay," Shen Jingshu replied obediently.

The mother and daughter didn't say anything more, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the Shen family villa.

Pushing open the door, the house was empty and deserted, devoid of any human presence, and exceptionally desolate.

Shen Mobai, along with his son and Shen Xinyi, had no intention of returning. They were probably celebrating their escape from Lin Wanqing, their "shackles," and their unlikable daughter.

Having gone through the farce of divorce, Lin Wanqing was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and leaned back on the sofa, unwilling to move.

Shen Jingshu didn't say much, silently turned around and went into the kitchen to boil water and cook noodles. In less than half an hour, she brought out two bowls of steaming clear soup noodles, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion. It was simple but warming.

The mother and daughter sat quietly at the dining table, eating their noodles without saying a word.

This is the last bit of warmth left after the family was broken. There is no Shen Xinyi's affectation, no favoritism from the father and brothers, only them relying on each other.

After finishing their noodles, Shen Jingshu cleaned up the dishes, and the two of them went back to their rooms to pack their luggage. They didn't linger at all, just waiting to leave this place that had caused them so much suffering the next morning.

Ironically, the rest of the Shen family did not return home that night.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Lin Wanqing and Shen Jingshu dragged their packed luggage, gently closed the door, and prepared to say goodbye to this place for good.

But as soon as they reached the villa's entrance, they ran into Shen Mobai and his group, who hadn't returned home all night.

The men's faces showed the exhaustion of a hangover, but they couldn't hide their relaxation, clearly indicating that they had had a very enjoyable night.

Shen Jingshu's gaze swept over everyone indifferently, finally landing on Shen Mobai.

He and Lin Wanqing have been married for nearly thirty years. Lin Wanqing has been busy with housework and taking care of the elderly and children, working hard day and night. Although she is only in her fifties, her face is full of fatigue, and fine lines have quietly crept up the corners of her eyes, showing her vicissitudes.

However, Shen Mobai, because Lin Wanqing managed the household so well that he never had to worry about anything, has actually taken good care of himself over the years and looks much younger than his actual age, showing no signs of the wear and tear of time.

Shen Xinyi nestled beside Shen Mobai, her gaze towards the mother and daughter carrying a hint of barely perceptible smugness and contempt.

When Shen Mobai saw the mother and daughter carrying luggage, his expression was indifferent, clearly knowing that they were about to leave.

Seeing this, the eldest brother, Shen Yifan, stepped forward and adopted a conciliatory stance, speaking to Lin Wanqing with a self-righteous tone: "Mom, you and Jing Shu can actually continue living in the Shen family. Dad is just angry for a moment. If you apologize to Dad and soften your stance, maybe he will calm down and forgive you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingshu's lips curled into a faint sneer, and her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched slightly.

Admit your mistake?

What did Mom do wrong?

The ones who are wrong are always the unfaithful father and those who are biased.