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

Shen Jingshu slowly composed herself.

In this life, she would never again personally hand over this opportunity to the Shen family. However, thinking of the wise and insightful elder, Old Master Mo, she couldn't help but ponder the matter.

Old Master Mo and Old Master Lu had a deep personal relationship and frequent interactions. In her previous life, she had caught a glimpse of Old Master Lu from afar outside the hospital room when he came to visit Old Master Mo, who was recuperating. It was clear that the two had known each other for many years and shared a profound friendship.

She remembered that Grandpa Mo had once specifically warned her that being too sentimental and lacking in self-protection would eventually lead to her being hurt by her closest relatives. Unfortunately, she was blinded by the illusion of kinship at the time, stubbornly believing that blood ties made them family and that there was no need to be calculating between relatives. In the end, she did not heed the old man's advice and ended up with such a tragic end.

It’s different in the past.

Having experienced betrayal in her past life, Shen Jingshu, reborn into this world, has long since shed her naivety.

Old Master Mo is an upright and trustworthy man, worthy of our friendship. Since this opportunity originally arose because of her, we naturally cannot let the ungrateful Shen family benefit from it.

If given the opportunity, she could leverage Old Master Mo's connection to facilitate cooperation between the Mo family and the Li family. This would not only repay Old Master Mo's past appreciation of her, but also solidify the Li family's foundation and prevent them from going bankrupt as they had in her previous life.

Whether the Shen family and Shen Yifan can seize the opportunity depends on their own destiny. Trying to replicate their past success by scheming and plundering the kindness and opportunities of others is a dead end.

Having figured out the key points, a faint but firm light flashed in Shen Jingshu's eyes.

As the plan gradually took shape in her mind, she stopped dwelling on the past, tidied her books, and walked towards the school gate to wait for the Li family driver to pick her up.

With her thoughts constantly lingering on Old Master Mo, Shen Jingshu quickly made up her mind.

She clearly remembered the exact date she saved Old Master Mo in her previous life.

In this life, she will not hand over the opportunity to the Shen family as she did in her previous life. However, Old Master Mo has been kind to her and has been wise and generous. His advice is still fresh in her mind. She cannot sit idly by and let an accident happen.

So that day, she still planned to go and try her luck herself.

She didn't seek to use the life-saving grace to secure a business partnership for anyone else; she simply wanted to save the old man and settle this karmic debt. As for the future of the Mo family's cooperation, she would let things take their natural course and would never allow Shen Yifan to reap the benefits and steal the opportunity that should have been hers.

If the opportunity falls into the hands of the Li family, it can resolve the Li family's future crisis; if not, she will have no regrets, as it can be considered as repaying the old master Mo's appreciation and advice to her in her previous life.

Having made up her mind, Shen Jingshu let out a long sigh of relief, temporarily suppressing her chaotic thoughts. There was still some time before that day, giving her ample time to calmly make arrangements and wait for the right opportunity.

The day had finally arrived when Shen Jingshu had encountered and saved Old Master Mo in her previous life. It was still early, so Shen Jingshu went alone to the famous antique street in Beijing.

Old Master Mo's greatest hobby in life was collecting antiques and treasures, so it was no coincidence that she happened to appear on this street in her previous life.

At that time, she was planning to choose an antique as a gift to win over the partners who liked antiques in order to secure a cooperation with the Shen family, which is why she ended up here.

Today, Shen Jingshu deliberately dressed in a very low-key manner, wearing a simple and refreshing sportswear set, with a small canvas bag slung across her shoulder. She did not wear any jewelry that would show off her status. From a distance, she looked like just an ordinary young girl who was casually strolling around.

The streets are lined with antique shops, and the air is filled with the unique scent of sandalwood, old wood and jade. Tourists come and go in an endless stream, and many collectors squat in front of the stalls to carefully select items, with the sounds of bargaining rising and falling.

Shen Jingshu didn't rush to browse the shops. Instead, she calmly scanned the entire street with her eyes. She clearly remembered the location and approximate time of the accident. Instead of actively searching around, she strolled slowly along the street, pretending to examine the antiques on the stalls while quietly waiting for the right moment.

Shen Jingshu casually picked up a jade buckle from the stall and examined it, her eyes constantly watching the street corner as she patiently waited for the old man to appear.

When the stall owners on the antique street caught sight of Shen Jingshu, they saw that she was dressed in simple sportswear and looked like a college student. They subconsciously thought that the young girl was just strolling around and watching the fun, and that she was probably short of money and wouldn't spend a lot of money on antiques.

But those in the antique business are all calculating; there's a saying that goes, "Three years without business, then one big win can feed you for three years," so no one dares to underestimate anyone. These days, many students come from wealthy families and might be able to acquire an item with ease.

So the stall owners along the way all smiled and greeted Shen Jingshu warmly, taking turns calling out to entice her to come into their shops and make her selections.

The sudden surge of enthusiasm surrounding her left Shen Jingshu feeling somewhat helpless.

She knew exactly what these stall owners were up to; they were just trying their luck, trying every possible way to sell her the antiques on their stalls, some genuine and some fake, with many imitations specifically designed to fool unsuspecting tourists.

At this moment, she had no interest in selecting antiques, her mind preoccupied with the impending accident involving Old Master Mo. She could only nod slightly to the crowd as she slowly walked forward, her gaze seemingly fixed on the ornaments on the stalls, but in reality, she kept an eye on the corner at the end of the street, quietly waiting for Old Master Mo to appear.

Occasionally, a stall owner would come up to her with their wares and introduce them to her, but Shen Jingshu would only glance at them briefly, give them a few perfunctory replies, and keep walking without stopping, not intending to linger there any longer.

Shen Jingshu knew perfectly well that nine out of ten items on these street stalls were modern imitations, with very few genuine pieces. The rumors about finding bargains on the antique street were basically just legends these days.

On the entire street, only those old, established shops with a rich history have the chance to find genuine antiques, but the prices are extremely high, making them unaffordable for ordinary people.

Despite the constant enticements from the vendors, she remained unmoved, strolling leisurely along the street. Although she had no intention of buying antiques, she still made it a habit to pause briefly at each stall, her gaze sweeping lightly over the displayed items.

Just as she passed an inconspicuous street stall, she suddenly stopped.

The stall was cluttered with miscellaneous items such as bronze mirrors, jade pendants, and wooden carvings, most of which had a murky aura and were ordinary imitations. But in the corner, an inconspicuous small bronze cauldron lay quietly among the pile of miscellaneous items, with wisps of faint spiritual energy lingering around it.

A glint of light flashed in Shen Jingshu's eyes.

This object possesses a spiritual quality and is by no means a modern imitation; it is truly an antique that has survived for a long time.

Seeing her staring intently at the small bronze tripod, the stall owner immediately exclaimed enthusiastically, "Young lady, you have excellent taste! This is an antique, quite old. If you like it, we can discuss the price!"

Shen Jingshu did not answer immediately. Her fingertips hovered in mid-air, silently sensing the flow of energy in the device. While pondering to herself, she also paid attention to the movements around the street, never forgetting her most important purpose for coming to the antique street today.