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

From the moment Li Qiang connected online, Lu Jingxing clearly saw the soul of the old man behind Li Qiang, not the empty soul that others perceived.

At that moment, as Shen Jingshu summoned a black vortex and two underworld officials dressed in dark robes, exuding a solemn and chilling aura, slowly walked out, Lu Jingxing's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and his heart, which had been dormant for many years, suddenly throbbed violently.

He had been exposed to the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) since childhood and knew that even those with profound Taoist skills had to set up altars, burn incense, and perform rituals to summon the underworld officials, which required a great deal of mental energy and cultivation. The process was extremely complicated.

But Shen Jingshu merely made a hand seal, lit a talisman, and softly recited an incantation. In just a moment, she easily summoned the underworld officials with composure and without any sense of strain. This skill far surpassed that of all the Xuanmen people he knew.

Inside the house, the old man's spirit saw the two underworld officials. There was no panic or resistance in his eyes; instead, a look of relief appeared on his face.

He knew that this was the guide Shen Jingshu had brought for him, and it was time for him to leave.

The old man slowly turned around, taking one last deep look at his grandson Li Qiang, who was still immersed in grief. His cloudy eyes were filled with a gentle smile, without a trace of reluctance or regret. Then, without looking back, he followed the two underworld officials, step by step, into the black vortex, his figure gradually disappearing.

Just as the old man's soul was completely submerged into the vortex and the vortex slowly closed, a wisp of extremely faint yet incomparably pure golden light of merit floated out from around the old man's soul, passed straight through the screen, and steadily landed in Shen Jingshu's body, transforming into a warm and gentle power that dissipated throughout her limbs and bones.

Li Qiang felt that the chilling atmosphere that had been lingering in the room had instantly dissipated, and even the oppression and grief in his heart had lessened. He was completely unaware that this soul-summoning event that separated the living and the dead had just occurred.

Lu Jingxing, who was in the live broadcast room, took in all of this. His gaze toward Shen Jingshu on the screen became increasingly deep and unfathomable.

In the live broadcast room, sorrow and emotion intertwined, and a faint sadness lingered.

Countless comments flowed silently, devoid of the usual clamor and banter, leaving only deep reflection:

[After watching this scene, I suddenly felt like crying. I haven't called my elderly relatives in a long time.]

Being so busy with work and overtime every day, neglecting the family we should cherish most, is so wrong.

[I've decided. I'll buy tickets and go back to my hometown this weekend to spend some quality time with my parents and grandparents.]

"The child wishes to care for his parents, but they are no longer there"—only today did I truly understand this saying.

Human hearts are all tender; a separation between life and death has awakened countless people far from home who are busy in front of the screen.

Shen Jingshu looked at the screen full of heartfelt comments, her expression gentle, and spoke softly:

"Alright, next, let's see what our third viewer wants to talk about."

As soon as he finished speaking, a new connection request popped up on the live stream interface, accompanied by a crisp notification sound.

Shen Jingshu raised her hand and tapped the screen to connect to the video call. She calmly looked at the other end of the camera and waited for the person to appear.

The connection was established, and the face of a middle-aged woman slowly appeared on the other end of the screen.

Her face looked haggard, and her eyes were bloodshot, indicating that she had just been crying for a long time, with tear stains still remaining on her cheeks.

When she realized the connection was on, she tried to force a smile at the camera, but the smile was stiff and bitter, which was more heartbreaking than seeing her cry.

The woman didn't say much, but silently handed over a sports car, and the divination fee was paid.

Shen Jingshu looked at her worried face and spoke gently:

"Madam, there's no need to force yourself. Tell me, what do you wish to ask or request today?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman's long-suppressed emotions broke down instantly, and she began to speak with a choked voice:

"Host, I'd like to ask you to help me figure out why my daughter has become so rebellious. We just had another big fight, and she stormed out in a huff and hasn't been seen since."

She wiped her eyes, feeling wronged and confused.

"I raised that child myself from infancy, changing her diapers and feeding her. She was so well-behaved and sensible when she was little, so sweet and gentle. But ever since she entered puberty, she's become a completely different person. She talks back to me and argues with me every day, she's unhappy with everything at home, and she's become increasingly gloomy and taciturn. She won't listen to me when I talk to her nicely, and she gets angry if I try to persuade her. She does everything the opposite of what I want... I really don't know where I went wrong."

"Do you have a photo of your daughter? Send it to me via private message. I need to examine her face to help you deduce the reason."

"Yes, host!" the middle-aged woman replied quickly, her fingers moving rapidly across the screen. Soon after, Shen Jingshu received a private message with a photo from the other party.

The girl in the photo is about fifteen years old, in her third year of junior high school.

He had delicate features, yet an unyielding melancholy clung to him; his eyes were evasive and dim, devoid of any youthful vigor. The woman beside him added, choking back tears, "This was taken last year on her birthday; I finally managed to coax her into taking this picture. Normally, she won't even let me touch my phone, let alone take a picture."

Shen Jingshu stared intently at the photo, then activated her Heavenly Eye. In an instant, scenes from the girl's life from childhood to adulthood unfolded before her eyes like a scroll.

The moment she saw the whole truth, Shen Jingshu's expression suddenly darkened, and a cold and intimidating aura instantly emanated from her, chilling her to the bone.

Viewers in the live stream immediately sensed something was wrong, and the chat exploded with comments:

Why did the streamer suddenly get angry? Her aura is intimidating even through the screen!

[She's usually so gentle and peaceful, but this time her face turns cold and scary!]

Could there be some hidden story behind this girl's rebellious behavior?

The middle-aged woman on the other end of the camera looked bewildered and anxious as she watched Shen Jingshu's solemn expression.

Shen Jingshu softened her tone and spoke clearly, word by word: "Your daughter's name is Qianqian, she's fifteen years old, and she's in her third year of junior high school. Am I right?"

The woman nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, you're absolutely right, anchor!"

"When Qianqian was five years old, you and her father divorced because he had an affair. In a fit of anger, you moved away from your original home with the child. For the past ten years, you have not allowed the child's father to visit, and you have raised Qianqian all by yourself with great difficulty."

"In the first few years after the divorce, you and your daughter depended on each other for survival. Although life was hard, you lived a peaceful and happy life."

At this point, Shen Jingshu's tone shifted, becoming more serious: "And Qianqian's personality began to change drastically, becoming gloomy and rebellious. The turning point was when she was ten years old. Think carefully about what exactly happened in your family when she was ten?"