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

Shen Jingshu tapped "confirm," and the screen instantly split in two.

However, the other side of the screen was completely black, with only faint breathing sounds coming through the receiver. It was quiet, and no one could be seen.

A string of question marks immediately appeared in the live stream chat:

"??? The other side's screen is black? Did they disconnect?"

"This is a bit scary. Could this be the first streamer to combine metaphysics with supernatural elements?"

While viewers in the live stream were still speculating and discussing, a soft click sound, like a light switch being pressed, suddenly came from the black screen of the live stream.

The lights came on, and a young man immediately appeared in the frame. He burst into laughter, his tone full of mockery: "Hahaha, scared you all, huh? You actually believed in ghosts? You're so gullible!"

These words instantly enraged the viewers in the live stream, and the chat immediately turned into a chorus of condemnation:

"Are you sick?! What's the point of playing these ghost stories and scaring people for no reason?"

"You might scare someone to death without even realizing it! If you have something to do, consult a fortune teller; if you don't, don't cause trouble!"

The man had striking blond hair, wore bright earrings, and had a nonchalant yet arrogant expression.

Judging from the exquisite room decor behind him, he comes from a very wealthy family and is clearly a pampered rich young master.

He ignored the criticism from netizens and instead turned his attention to Shen Jingshu.

"I just stumbled upon this live stream today, and when I came in, I saw you, so young, why do you have to act like a charlatan and deceive people?"

He raised an eyebrow, his tone full of sarcasm, "Aren't you afraid of one day having your scheme exposed and being cursed by the whole internet? But it's no wonder you always wear a mask, so you're afraid of being exposed and having nowhere to hide if your scam is exposed. You're so young, but you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

Shen Jingshu remained quiet and composed throughout, showing no impatience whatsoever, simply watching him shout and yell on his own.

Seeing that she remained unmoved, the man grew bored and snorted coldly, "You're quite composed. Fine, today I'll expose your tricks. You claim to be able to tell fortunes, right? Then tell me what's troubling me the most lately. If you're right, I'll believe you."

After saying that, he started acting like a rogue again, raising his eyebrows and saying, "By the way, everyone else calculates the cost first and then pays, but not me. I have to calculate it first."

Shen Jingshu showed no leniency towards him, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable confidence: "It's my live stream, I set the rules. If you want to follow the rules, then follow them; if not, I'll disconnect you. There are other people waiting."

The man was momentarily speechless, losing face, but immediately waved his hand dismissively: "Fine, fine, it's just a sports car. I've got plenty of money. I'm always number one on the donation leaderboard, why would I care about this little thing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers flew across the screen, and a sports car effect flashed across the live stream as a reward.

"Alright, the money's been paid, is that enough now?"

"Okay, what do you want to be?"

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be a fortune-telling broadcaster? If you're so capable, then give me a reading!"

Shen Jingshu pinched her fingers slightly and spoke calmly. Actually, just by looking at the other person's face, she already knew what to expect, but she proceeded with the expected deduction: "You're twenty this year, currently in university. Your parents are harmonious, your family is well-off, you have two brothers, you're the second oldest, with an older brother, right?"

The live stream chat immediately erupted with comments:

"Who would have thought this blond guy was a top student?"

The man, however, scoffed dismissively, "What's so difficult about that? Anyone who knows me even a little can find it by searching online. Is that some kind of skill? If you're so capable, try finding something that nobody else knows!"

"Then just tell me, what do you want to be called?"

"Alright, I've lost something. If you can figure out where it is, I'll acknowledge you as a true master; otherwise, you're just a fraud!"

"What exactly is it?"

"I can't tell you that. You can calculate it yourself, right? Calculate it yourself!"

The man looked smug, thinking he could finally stump her. But Shen Jingshu remained calm and composed, her eyes serene and unwavering: "The thing you're looking for has been lost for a while, probably last week. It's not valuable to you, but it holds special significance for someone else."

"You guessed right! So tell me, where is it?"

"It's on the bookshelf in your study."

"That's too vague! My bookshelf is so big, can you even tell me its exact location?"

"First, take the camera to your bookshelf."

"Alright, today I'll show you what I'm made of!"

As the man spoke, he grabbed his phone, causing the camera to shake.

As he went upstairs, he passed through several rooms and finally pushed open a door—a huge bookshelf covering an entire wall came into view, which was his study.

"Now point the camera directly at the bookshelf."

"Okay, I'll show you!"

The man did as instructed, turning the camera around and focusing it firmly on the entire wall of books.

When viewers in the live stream saw this spacious study, the chat exploded with comments:

"My goodness, this study is bigger than my entire house! It must be at least 200 square meters!"

"The walls are covered in bookshelves, and the desk and display shelf I just swept up are all antiques! I graduated with a history degree, and those paintings and calligraphy on the wall look like genuine works; any one of them could support an ordinary person for a lifetime!"

Huang Mao paid no attention to these comments, merely pursing his lips as if he were used to it.

"Hey streamer, stop dawdling! I don't have time to waste. I have an appointment later, so just tell me where the stuff is!"

"Can."

Shen Jingshu's voice came steadily, "Go to the right, to the fifteenth column, the fourth floor from the top, find the book with the black cover, what you are looking for is inside."

"Really?"

"You'll see when you go."

Huang Mao was skeptical, but he went to the location she indicated and indeed pulled out a thick book with a black cover. He put his phone aside, opened the book, and a yellowed old photograph fell out.

He froze instantly.

This is exactly what he's looking for.

It wasn't his own; it belonged to his grandfather.

Grandpa is getting old and his memory is failing. A few days ago, he kept saying that he and his late wife's photo was missing. The whole family searched everywhere but couldn't find it. The old man was depressed for several days because of this, feeling guilty towards his wife.

She actually found it with just one sentence.

"I..." The blond-haired man was speechless for a moment, all his previous arrogance and nonchalance vanished, and his tone became serious, "I admit defeat, you're really capable. We've been looking for this photo for a long time, thank you, anchor."

Shen Jingshu glanced at him, knowing full well that he was spoiled, but not inherently bad. However, her gaze darkened slightly, noticing a faint dark aura on his face, concealing a hint of death.

Before he could say anything more, Shen Jingshu directly instructed:

"If you trust me today, don't go out tonight. If you absolutely can't get out, don't drive. Remember that."

She hung up the phone as soon as she finished speaking.