All-Mighty Girl Gets Spoiled by A Bigshot Chapter 1

In the gloom of the room, Qin Sheng flickered her eyes open. The phantom sensation of a jagged blade wedged deep within her chest still throbbed with agony.

It wasn't long ago that she had tasted that cold steel. The memory of the blade piercing her heart was vivid, with sharp pain drilling into her marrow and bones.

As she plummeted to the floor, her lifeblood drained, and breath rattled in her failing lungs.

Before all faded to black, her final sight had been Qin Churou, sprawled nearby with lifeless, wide-open eyes. She was dead. Qin Sheng had personally wrenched the knife from her own heart to deliver the final strike, determined to drag her betrayer into the abyss.

Qin Churou had been her sister—the one soul she had cherished above all else.

Yet, it was this very sister who had bled her dry of every ounce of worth and ultimately demanded her life.

Qin Churou had exploited her to get close to Fu Hanchuan, used her talents to climb the ranks of master painters, utilized her to secure the crown of movie queen, and leveraged her brilliance to skyrocket Qin Real Estate into a global top-five-hundred titan.

Every scrap of glory had been snatched by Qin Churou. Beneath her mask of sweetness and innocence, she had orchestrated Qin Sheng’s ruin.

Driven by spite for her rival’s artistry, it was Qin Churou who had crippled her hand. Once Qin Sheng had nothing left to offer, she was dispatched with slow-acting poison.

Every memory that surged forward caused her fingers to clamp white against the sheets, her soul burning with intense, unadulterated hatred.

Qin Churou had obliterated her, stolen her rightful kin, and plundered her entire existence.

Yet, here she was.

Wasn't she dead? Why was she breathing in this place?

Had Qin Churou saved her, only to resume the torture?

Qin Sheng forced herself to settle. No, that was impossible. Fate wouldn't allow it. She had silenced Qin Churou forever; that woman was gone.

Only then did she scan her surroundings. The dilapidated brick walls, the foul, moldering quilt, and the undersized bed—the familiarity was haunting.

“The Feng household?”

Her voice was brittle and raspy from prolonged silence. She gripped her chest, unable to purge the memories of the seventeen years endured under this roof. Every moment spent in this house remained a traumatic nightmare.

Why had she returned?

Qin Sheng knitted her brows in confusion. Suddenly, a shrill, impatient voice barked from the doorway.

“You useless girl! Are you planning to rot in bed all day?”

“Let me be clear, if your sister is forced to wait on account of you, I won't be so forgiving!”

Shen Mei stormed in, apron tied tightly around her waist. Seeing Qin Sheng upright, her irritation spiked. “Why aren't you up yet? You’ve been nursing a fever for two days, not acting like a young miss! You’re nothing but a cheap wench meant for my amusement.”

Qin Sheng had been feverish, but Shen Mei, unwilling to squander a copper on medicine or a physician, had merely left her to wither in her bed.

Wiping her hands on her apron, Shen Mei snapped, “They’re already here. Get yourself cleaned up.”

A freezing cold washed over Qin Sheng as the realization dawned: she had been reborn, thrust back to the very day she was surrendered to the Qin family.

Shen Mei grew restless when the girl didn't move. “Must I wait on you hand and foot?”

A pungent smell of burning food drifted from the kitchen. “My fish!”

The Feng family scraping by in poverty meant that fish was a rare, extravagant luxury that Shen Mei tracked with obsessive detail. The fish was ruined, and naturally, she laid the blame on Qin Sheng.

“You cursed girl, you bring nothing but bad luck to this house!”

Shen Mei stomped away, muttering curses. Qin Sheng slipped from the bed. Having gone hungry for two days, she managed to scrounge a small bowl of rice with some vegetables and meat from the table, though her meager appetite—stunted by seventeen years of deprivation at the hands of the Fengs—barely allowed her to finish.

A man in a sharp suit appeared at the threshold. “Everything prepared?”

Shen Mei, having managed to scrape up the ruined fish, offered a plastic smile. “Right away.”

Once he retreated, Shen Mei whirled on Qin Sheng again. “Move it, you wretch!”

Wanting to escape this house just as much as they wanted her gone, Qin Sheng retreated to her small room and hastily threw her few belongings into a bundle. It didn't take long; she owned next to nothing.

Shen Mei and her kin were waiting impatiently by the courtyard gate. As Qin Sheng emerged, Shen Mei leveled a harsh, warning glare. “Listen well, you wretched creature. When you arrive at the Qin residence, you must serve your sister with absolute loyalty. If not for her, you would never see the inside of that estate. If she commands you to go east, you don't dare step west! Do you understand?”