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

Shen Jingshu replied softly and firmly, "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. From now on, your destiny will be pure, and your fortunes will turn around. Your future will be smooth, and you will live a peaceful and prosperous life."

At the same time, Liu Qihang's university also released an official announcement:

Upon verification that student Liu Qihang is suspected of a serious criminal case, he was immediately expelled from the school, his student record was revoked, and the school will fully cooperate with the police in thoroughly investigating the case.

From a tender lover to an accomplice in human trafficking, from a promising college student to a prisoner.

Driven by greed, he ultimately destroyed his own life, ending up disgraced and imprisoned for life.

Netizens across the internet sighed with emotion, lamenting that karma is a wheel, and retribution is swift and certain.

With the crisis completely resolved, Ma Die successfully rescued, and the entire human trafficking gang apprehended, Shen Jingshu calmly ended the live stream that had captivated countless viewers and shut down the live broadcast.

Just two days later, the police issued an official public statement regarding this major human trafficking case deep in the mountains.

The report detailed the entire process of solving the case, successfully dismantling a long-standing human trafficking black market chain that operated deep in the mountains and across regions, arresting all suspects, and rescuing several female victims.

The report specifically mentioned that the rapid identification of the suspect's whereabouts, precise deployment and arrest, and successful rescue of the victim were inseparable from the crucial clues and location information provided by a kind-hearted citizen surnamed Shen.

To protect the privacy of the parties involved, the authorities did not disclose Shen Jingshu's full name, appearance, or any private information, only vaguely referring to her as a woman with the surname Shen.

But all the fans who watched that live stream knew perfectly well that the woman surnamed Shen who made great contributions and turned the tide was none other than Master Shen, whom they followed and trusted.

For a moment, the longtime fans in the live stream were filled with pride and honor. The metaphysical streamer they watched and silently followed every day could not only see through fate and help people solve their problems, but also had a great sense of justice, secretly did good deeds, assisted the police in cracking down on vicious criminal gangs, and protected the safety of ordinary people. It was a source of pride for everyone to be a fan of such a righteous, compassionate, and powerful master.

This sensational mountain rescue incident also propelled Shen Jingshu's livestream to widespread fame. Countless passersby witnessed the entire process—from the dramatic turn of events to the remote rescue and the precise case-solving—and were deeply impressed by her abilities and sense of justice.

After the incident concluded, Shen Jingshu's account saw a surge in followers, with a steady stream of new fans drawn to her. The entire internet now knows of a serene and righteous metaphysical streamer who uses her magic to guide people, acts with a benevolent heart, and single-handedly performs acts of justice.

From then on, Shen Jingshu's live broadcast room was no longer just a place for fortune telling and answering questions, but also became a pure land in the hearts of countless netizens, protecting kindness and punishing evil and promoting good.

Meanwhile, in a VIP ward at the city's central hospital, the doctor arranged a comprehensive and meticulous full-body physical examination for Mr. Mo, covering indicators of his heart, blood vessels, and various organs.

After all the reports were compiled, the attending physician held the lab reports and compared them repeatedly, his face full of disbelief and astonishment.

The old man had suffered from chronic heart disease for many years. His annual physical examination reports had consistently shown insufficient blood supply to the myocardium, unstable heart rate, and severe aging of the coronary arteries, posing a constant risk of sudden myocardial infarction and critical shock. However, this time, the data from his physical examination was significantly better than the previous year's record.

Heart function has significantly improved, blocked blood vessels have become slightly clearer, all high-risk indicators have dropped, and the overall condition of the heart has become visibly more stable, which is equivalent to reversing the deterioration trend of the old disease that has lasted for many years.

The doctor checked the data repeatedly, then looked at Mr. Mo, who was resting against the headboard, with a puzzled expression: "Sir, have you received any treatment recently? Or have you switched to a special medication or had your heart treated specifically? The results of this examination are very surprising. The recovery of your heart disease is exceptionally good, far exceeding the range of treatment with conventional medications."

Grandpa Mo gently shook his head, his expression calm: "My daily routine and medication are the same as always. I haven't changed any medications or received any treatment."

He understood perfectly well what was going on.

The only variable today was that when he fainted and was on the verge of death, the young girl Shen Jingshu used a few Xuanmen Golden Needles to instantly stabilize his heart meridian and forcefully pulled him back from the brink of death.

He simply didn't offer an explanation.

Today, Western medicine dominates the medical field, and traditional Chinese medicine is already in decline and not fully trusted by the public. If someone claims that a few needles from a teenage girl in her twenties relieved their long-standing ailment, it would only be considered nonsense, attracting skepticism from doctors and no one would take it seriously.

The doctor was completely baffled and could only offer a few words of advice on rest and regular check-ups before turning away from the ward, still full of doubts.

After all the medical staff left, the ward returned to quiet.

Just then, two steady, gentle knocks came from outside the ward door.

The door was gently pushed open, and a young man stepped in.

A perfectly tailored, pure black bespoke suit accentuated the man's tall and slender figure. A pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, the cool lenses concealing the emotions in his eyes. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his entire face had a cold, solemn expression, exuding the composed and imposing aura of the eldest grandson of the Mo family, who held a high position.

The person who arrived was none other than Mo Hanzhou.

He strode into the VIP ward, his steps hurried. His usually composed and calm demeanor, which was accustomed to being in control of everything, was unusually tinged with genuine tension and panic.

He hurried to the bedside, leaned down to look at the still pale-faced old man, and asked in a low voice with barely perceptible tension, "Grandpa, how are you feeling now? Is anything bothering you?"

Grandpa Mo looked at his most beloved eldest grandson, waved his hand slightly, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's alright, don't be nervous. The doctor just gave me a full checkup, and all the indicators are stable. There's nothing seriously wrong. Why did you suddenly come back?"

"How could I not come back after you had an accident?" Mo Hanzhou frowned slightly, his tone tinged with helplessness and lingering fear. "My parents are currently abroad, tied up with international affairs and unable to leave for the time being. They immediately sent me back to take care of you. I had originally planned to accompany you back to China to visit relatives and old friends, but you insisted on traveling alone."

He paused, the lingering fear in his eyes: "Today you suddenly fainted and became critically ill, and there was no one by your side to take care of you. The whole family was terrified."

The old man chuckled helplessly at his nagging, waving his hand dismissively: "Alright, alright, stop being so dramatic at your age. When did you become such a nag?"

As he spoke, his expression turned slightly serious. He looked at his eldest grandson and solemnly instructed, "Help me investigate someone."

Mo Hanzhou's gaze sharpened slightly: "Who?"

"A little girl named Shen Jingshu."