Song Ci

The Miller family had a troublemaker in the family. Her name was Amelia Miller. Her mother died in childbirth when she was born. Her stepmother fell off a flight of stairs while pregnant and died. Amelia's father punished her by making her face the wall in the attic. The attic was dark and humid, and there was no sunlight at all. Nobody brought her food, and Amelia thought she might very well die there. Moments before her death, she dialed a number that her mother had told her before she passed away. 

After she hung up, there were rumbling sounds all around her. The Miller family's residence was surrounded by a group of bodyguards dressed in black. Eight men got out of their cars, each with a different aura. They went directly to the attic. 

The man who led them went down on one knee and held Amelia, unconscious, in his arms. He had a solemn expression on his face. "The Miller family needs to go bankrupt." 

After sleeping the entire night, Amelia woke up to find that her father was bankrupt. Her family members were all homeless. Meanwhile, she... 

She had eight uncles and a kind grandfather who loved her dearly. 

Amelia's father regretted what he did, and he was unwilling to accept his fate. So what if Amelia was living a good life now? She was still the troublemaker who got her mother killed and her father bankrupt! 

Little did he know, after Amelia returned to her uncle's house, their luck only seemed to improve. Even her bedridden grandmother could now get out of bed and dance in the square! Finally, a god-like man claimed to be her father. He pampered her to the point where the entire world became envious of her.

Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

Amelia suddenly thought of something and leaned closer to Alex. She asked softly, "Then Daddy, what about our family? Do our ancestors like their graves?"

Alex was speechless. The question was too difficult for him to answer.

Amelia said, "Can I make the shape I like?" Her grandmother and the others did not answer her. She could only ask her father. In Amelia's heart, her father was omnipotent. Her father was the real one.

Alex finally said, "We're implementing new funeral rules now. Compared to traditional tombstones, artistic tombstones are custom-made. They cause diversity and shapes…"

Amelia: "In other words, it's okay?" She got the answer she wanted and was satisfied. She took a big bite of the pig trotter and thought to herself that when she went to the family tomb, she must ask the ancestors if they liked their house. If they didn't, she could help the ancestors make the tombstones look like they liked!

Strange Little Girl