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

The final straw that broke the camel's back came unexpectedly.

After a party, the boyfriend, drunk and intoxicated, insisted on taking their relationship to the next level despite the girl's resistance.

The physical restraint, the forceful approach, and the out-of-control posture instantly triggered the girl's deepest traumatic stress. Her psychological defenses, sealed for eighteen years, suddenly collapsed, and the dark memories that had been forcibly sealed away exploded. Countless fragmented, fearful, and desperate images swept over her—the coldness of the abandoned factory, her helpless cries, and the desperate bullying. Every detail was clearly reproduced, as if the nightmare from eighteen years ago was playing out again.

Overwhelmed by fear, she completely lost control. She fought back and accidentally injured her boyfriend. Then, disregarding everything, she rushed out of the house and fled into the night.

The evening breeze was biting, but it couldn't dispel the bloody memories surging in her mind.

Eighteen years of self-deception, eighteen years of a false sense of security, all shattered in one day.

The complete truth, all the hurt, the untold humiliation and pain, filled her mind. After the extreme pain, a boundless and piercing hatred arose.

She huddled on the deserted street, her tears all dried up, leaving only resentment and bitterness in her heart.

On what grounds?

Why is she trapped in the nightmare of eighteen years ago, living with trauma for the rest of her life, unable to be healed? Why are those four perpetrators able to escape punishment by lying, go to school, work, start families, and enjoy a stable and smooth life with a clear conscience?

Heaven is unjust, and good and evil go unpunished, so she will personally avenge all those who have committed blood debts!

Hatred consumed all tenderness, and the once gentle and kind girl died completely.

From that moment on, only revenge remained in her heart. Suppressing all her breakdown and vulnerability, she began a frantic search for the whereabouts of the four violent teenagers from eighteen years ago, relying on fragmented memories.

Eighteen years have passed, and things have changed. She compared and dug deeper bit by bit, spending countless efforts, and finally found the whereabouts of the four people.

The four teenagers who escaped punishment back then have long since grown into adults with stable careers and harmonious families, living glamorous and successful lives, which only strengthens her resolve for revenge.

She concealed all traces, meticulously planned and laid out her schemes, and through forbearance and calculation, she found the four men one by one and personally ended their carefree eighteen years of life.

Within a month, three of the four perpetrators of the crime were murdered under mysterious circumstances, shocking the entire city and leaving behind Zhang Zhen, the last survivor, who lived in constant fear.

The heinous crime committed eighteen years ago is a taboo secret that the four of them have kept to themselves.

Because they held each other's dirtiest secrets, the four of them had been closely bound together for eighteen years. They often met in private, comforted each other, and covered for each other, living a stable life on a unified lie.

Until that month, when three companions were mysteriously murdered one after another, fear completely shattered Zhang Zhen's facade of composure. He suffered from insomnia and restlessness every night, and deep down he had already vaguely guessed the truth—it was that incident from years ago coming back to haunt him!

It's that girl whose life they completely ruined, who's come back to seek revenge!

His desperate attempt to grab lucky bags tonight and his overnight phone call with Shen Jingshu were all driven by the most selfish motives.

He planned to use Shen Jingshu's abilities to find the avenger's whereabouts and then have the police arrest him. He was certain that eighteen years had passed, the evidence from that time would be incomplete, and since the avenger was a minor at the time, as long as he stubbornly refused to confess, without concrete evidence and given the passage of time, the law would be powerless against him. He could then evade capture and continue living a peaceful life.

But as Shen Jingshu calmly and deliberately revealed the dark truth that had been buried for eighteen years, word by word, the entire internet exploded instantly, the barrage of comments was completely boiling, and the screen was filled with righteous indignation.

[This is utterly outrageous!]

These four people, who appear respectable on the surface but are utterly depraved inside, deserved to die!

The girl's life was ruined; how could the killer have lived a good life for eighteen years with a clear conscience?

[Absolutely not! Master Shen, please don't help this kind of scum!]

Millions of netizens in the live stream were furious, and every word they uttered expressed their contempt for the evil deeds of the past and their heartache for the avengers.

Zhang Zhen's face was deathly pale, his body trembling with cold, a deep-seated fear completely engulfing him. When he heard Shen Jingshu say that the real killer was right there in the live broadcast room, his last psychological defenses crumbled completely.

He could no longer care about dignity, pretense, or scheming. His legs gave way, and he knelt heavily on the ground with a thud. He frantically kowtowed to the camera through the screen, his forehead almost touching the ground, the force so strong that it nearly broke his skin.

His hands trembled as he slapped his own cheeks repeatedly, the sharp cracks echoing as he broke down in tears, incoherently speaking.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

The sins buried deep in his heart for eighteen years were completely exposed, all hope vanished, leaving only extreme panic and humble pleas for mercy.

"Back then, I was young and ignorant, I was foolish, I was out of my mind, and I'm so sorry!"

"I know I was wrong! I'll pay you back whatever amount you want! I'll give you my entire fortune!"

He was weeping uncontrollably, utterly pathetic, desperately begging for mercy, completely devoid of any adult dignity, revealing only the ugly face of someone who clung to life in fear of death.

"I have elderly parents and young children to support, I can't die! Please, spare my life!"

"I promise I will turn over a new leaf and do good deeds from now on. I will never dare to do it again. Please, have mercy and let me go!"

In the live broadcast room, public opinion instantly split into two extremes.

Some soft-hearted netizens felt a pang of sympathy seeing Chang Chen's pathetic state of weeping and kowtowing in self-harm. They sent messages pleading for him, feeling that he had already made mistakes and repented, and that the eighteen years of torment had served as atonement, and that he should not have met such a tragic end.

However, many more clear-headed netizens immediately refuted and condemned these blindly soft-hearted "saints":

[If only they had known then what they know now! To commit such heinous acts at such a young age shows their nature is rotten to the core!]

[The victim's life was ruined, living in the shadows day and night, why should he be forgiven?]

[If you were to experience this nightmare firsthand, see if you could still be so forgiving and let it go!]

The comments section was buzzing with heated debate, filled with arguments about good versus evil.

Shen Jingshu had already seen through the cause and effect of the past eighteen years, and knew that good and evil in the world would eventually be rewarded, and that the heavens would have their own judgment, so there was no need for her to interfere.

Her expression was calm, neither judging right nor wrong, neither good nor evil, but simply concluding: "That is the whole story. This concludes the second divination of the day."

After saying that, she didn't look at Zhang Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, on the screen again, and hung up the line decisively.

The moment the screen went black, all of Zhang Zhen's hopes collapsed completely, and a chilling fear that penetrated to the bone instantly enveloped his entire body.

Shen Jingshu's cold voice still echoed in my ears: He won't live past midnight tonight.

Long before his three companions were murdered, Zhang Zhen lived in the shadow of death day and night. Knowing that his enemy was returning and fearing that his wife and children would be implicated, he had already sent them all back to his mother-in-law's house, leaving him all alone in the large house.

Just moments ago, he had been hoping to escape with Shen Jingshu's help and the police's protection, but now all his escape routes were cut off. Overwhelmed by panic, he was on the verge of collapse. No longer daring to stay in the deathly silent house, he clutched his phone and stumbled toward the door, wanting to rush to the police station that very night to turn himself in and save his life.

But the judgment of fate had already arrived ahead of time.