My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

Fortunately, after a silent description of "I may not have made any great contributions, but I have worked hard; even if I didn't work hard, I was still exhausted," the bone-chilling feeling finally subsided.

Lin Zhi let out a long sigh of relief.

She wiped away non-existent cold sweat from her forehead and looked at Su Qing, who had changed into casual clothes and walked out of the bedroom. The light gray top paired with loose wide-leg pants was a simple outfit, but it still couldn't hide the beauty of her face.

Lin Zhi felt that she might have underestimated the difficulty of this mission.

Following this Miss Su means not only having to provide food, lodging, and entertainment, but also having to constantly guard against being drowned in her jealousy.

After breakfast, Lin Zhi led Su Qing downstairs, where a car was already waiting at the hotel entrance.

It wasn't the Mercedes from last night, but a long, black sedan with smooth, understated lines that gleamed subtly in the morning light.

Su Qing walked to the front of the car, and the driver had already opened the back door.

She bent down and sat inside. The interior space was much more spacious than she had imagined. The four seats faced each other and were made of light gray leather, which was soft and delicate to the touch.

The roof is covered in suede, the floor is covered with a thick carpet, a small touchscreen is embedded in the center armrest, and two bottles of mineral water are already placed in the cup holder next to it.

It lacks the dazzling ambient lighting and wine cabinets seen on TV, but every detail exudes an understated luxury.

Su Qing was looking at the interior of the car when her gaze suddenly stopped; there was already someone sitting in the back seat.

She was a young woman who looked to be around twenty-five years old. She was wearing a clean and crisp white shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing a slender wrist. She wore thin silver-rimmed glasses, and her long hair was simply tied back. Her features were delicate and aloof. She sat there flipping through a thin folder, exuding a professional aura that said "Do Not Disturb."

Lin Zhi followed Su Qing into the car, and when she looked up and saw the person in the back seat, her professional smile almost shattered on the spot.

No, why is it this guy? She mentally complained, but on the surface she maintained the professional demeanor of a butler, though the curve of her lips looked stiff no matter how you looked at it.

Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, she turned to Su Qing and introduced, "Ms. Su, this is... Wen Liang, the medical support staff member in charge of recording information during the journey, just in case." She paused, then added, as if squeezing out the words through clenched teeth, "Dr. Wen... is very experienced. You can rest assured with her around."

  

Wen Liang closed the folder, adjusted her glasses, and smiled slightly, nodding at Su Qing. Her voice was as cool as her demeanor, but her tone was not distant: "Hello, Miss Su. Please let me know if you feel unwell at all."

Su Qing felt a bit of goodwill towards the doctor, who had a cool demeanor but spoke softly. She smiled and nodded, then sat down in the back row by the window.

Lin Zhi sat beside her, while Wen Liang sat opposite them.

After the three people settled down, a subtle silence fell over the carriage.

Lin Zhi coughed lightly, pulled out an itinerary from her folder, and broke the silence by introducing today's route to Su Qing.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned to the side and pointed to the rear window, telling Su Qing that the staff in the car behind were responsible for recording the tour. They would film discreetly throughout the entire tour and would not disturb the normal experience.

Su Qing looked back in the direction she pointed and indeed saw a dark-colored minivan following at a distance.

In the front row of this extended sedan, the partition between the driver's seat and the rear seats has been completely lowered, dividing the cabin into two separate worlds.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was holding the steering wheel with both hands, his back straight, and he didn't dare to move at all, even his breathing was extremely shallow.

The person sitting in the passenger seat was surrounded by a tangible low pressure, his gaze fixed on the screen in front of him that was transmitting real-time images of the back seats, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

She watched as Su Qing smiled and greeted Wen Liang in the video, watched Su Qing give Lin Zhi that gentle smile she knew all too well, and watched Su Qing sit next to the two of them and look at the interior of the car with some curiosity.

She regretted her decision last night to "let her sister play for a few days first" again; she should have brought her sister home last night.

As the car started smoothly, Su Qing gradually noticed the subtle atmosphere in the car.

It wasn't that she felt repressed, but rather that she always felt there was an invisible barrier between the two people next to her. Lin Zhi hadn't looked directly at Wen Liang since she got in the car, and although Wen Liang's expression was calm, the way she pushed up her glasses seemed to show a subtle tension compared to when she first got in the car.

Su Qing's gaze swept back and forth between the two people, but before she could figure out what was going on, they both turned to look at her as if they had agreed beforehand.

Lin Zhi spoke first, her tone filled with genuine concern. She bombarded Su Qing with questions: Was she feeling unwell? Was the seat temperature comfortable? Was the air conditioning too strong? If she was carsick, she would immediately tell the driver to slow down.

Just as Su Qing was about to say no, no, Wen Liang, who was sitting opposite her, naturally reached out and gently placed his fingers on Su Qing's wrist.

Her movements were very light and gentle, her fingertips were slightly cool, and the pressure on her pulse was just right. Su Qing was taken aback, but she let her take her pulse.

After about ten seconds, she withdrew her hand, her tone calm but her words serious: "Miss Su has some blood deficiency, her pulse is weak and thready, and her spleen and stomach function also needs to be regulated. It's not a big problem, but she needs to eat more warm and nourishing foods and rest well for a while." She opened the folder, quickly scribbled a few notes on a certain page, and added without looking up, "I'll make a diet plan for Miss Su later."

Su Qing blinked, looking at her with some surprise.

You can tell just by touching it a couple of times? That's amazing.

The system then whispered in her mind that Wen Liang's diagnosis was basically accurate. Her body was indeed showing some signs of weakness due to the recent time travel, but these would recover quickly over time, so there was no need to worry.

However, he also agreed with Wen Liang's suggestion that eating more nutritious foods would speed up the recovery process.

After Wen Liang finished speaking, he closed the folder and looked up thoughtfully at Lin Zhi sitting opposite him.

Lin Zhi was puzzled by her gaze, looked down at herself, then looked up at her again: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Liang saw her puzzled expression, a very faint smile curving his lips. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on Lin Zhi, a barely perceptible amusement in his voice: "What, can't I even look at you?"

Lin Zhi felt a chill run down her spine from her laughter, sensing that this guy was acting strangely today.

Of course she knew Wen Liang, the chief medical consultant of the medical sector under the Jiang Group. He had earned two doctoral degrees at the age of twenty-five and was one of the most capable assistants under Miss.

But knowing this is one thing; she and Wen Liang are simply incompatible by nature.

Every time they met at a meeting, this person liked to look at her with a cold, scrutinizing gaze, as if he were studying some kind of medical sample.

Even though she was the young lady's personal butler, she always felt like an extra person whenever Wen Liang was around.

She was truly exasperated. The young lady clearly knew that she and Wen Liang didn't get along, yet she still put the two of them together as partners.

She rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the guy across from her with that half-smile, and turned to talk to Su Qing, asking her if she wanted to change her itinerary, if she was hot, or thirsty, displaying the demeanor of a meticulous and professional butler.

Su Qing was flattered by Lin Zhi's barrage of concern and waved her hands repeatedly, saying no, no.

While marveling at the service, she also thought that hotel services these days are outrageous. She felt like she wasn't there to stay in a hotel, but to be a princess.

When the car passed a large electronics store, Su Qing asked the driver to pull over.

She needs to buy a new phone; all her money is in her bank account, and it's really inconvenient not having a phone to scan and pay.

She picked out a phone with a good price-performance ratio. When she swiped her card to pay, the system suddenly spoke up, saying that the host's original data had been backed up to the cloud in the system's recycle bin. All of this data could be imported into the new phone, including the original SIM card information, and asked if she needed it.

Su Qing paused for a moment, holding the new phone. "Is this even possible?" "Absolutely!" As soon as she finished speaking, a data transfer progress bar popped up on the screen of the new phone.

Within seconds, her contacts, text messages, apps—all the familiar interfaces—appeared exactly as they did on her new phone. Even the wallpaper was the same one she had used three years ago, a photo of her and Xiao Ran taken on her eighth birthday.

Su Qing didn't look at the software; instead, she immediately opened the photo album.

Those photos that recorded every little detail about her and Xiao Ran are still there, each one lying there perfectly intact.

As she flipped through the photos, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, and a soft light shone in her eyes.

The photos include a candid shot of Xiao Ran doing homework at her desk, a shot of Xiao Ran cooking in the kitchen with an apron on her back, a shot of Xiao Ran making a wish with her eyes closed while looking at her birthday cake, and a shot of them watching a movie together on the sofa, where she secretly pointed the camera at their hands, one big and one small, overlapping each other.

Lin Zhi sat next to Su Qing, and her gaze inadvertently swept to the group photo on Su Qing's phone screen.

She knew it was wrong to peek at other people's screens, but the face in that photo was just too conspicuous.

In the photo, Ms. Su is dozing off on the sofa, her head tilted to one side, while the girl in her school uniform, leaning on Ms. Su's shoulder, is giving the camera a soft smile...

Lin Zhi blinked hard and looked again. The girl with crescent-shaped eyes and a gentle, dependent air about her was... the same person she remembered as her young mistress who had a cold face at the board meeting that made everyone afraid to breathe...?

Who is her young lady?

She had worked for the prostitute for two years, and she had seen the prostitute sneer, seen the prostitute's cold face, and seen the prostitute push a nine-figure contract in front of the other party with a blank expression, saying, "It's up to you whether you sign it or not. The price will change tomorrow."

But she had never seen the young lady smile so gently, so obediently, so much like a little girl who was loved by the whole world.

She doesn't believe it, she absolutely doesn't believe it.

Perhaps this is the young lady's long-lost twin sister?

Yes, that must be it. The girl in this photo, smiling warmer than spring, is definitely not the same person as the lady from our family who strikes fear into the hearts of the entire North City business district.