Zhouzhou was born with a lack of fortune, and after eating the Taoist temple into bankruptcy, she was finally driven down the mountain to beg for food. But inadvertently, she found a long-term source of sustenance.

After adopting little Zhou Zhou, Madam Qin immediately sent a message to her youngest son, "Look, you have a daughter!"

Qin Lie, who was supposed to be delighted at becoming a father, remained expressionless and said, "Send her away."

The young tyrants of the Qin family, who were supposed to be happy about having a little sister, looked disdainful and said, "We don't want her. She only knows how to cry, not fun at all."

Even the Qin family's arch-enemies were eagerly waiting to see Zhouzhou bankrupt the Qin family.

However, Qin Lie signed contracts every day until his hands were sore, and the Qin family thrived, securing their position as the wealthiest family. Even the crippled seventh brother of the Qin family became able to run and jump.

At a banquet, the young tyrants of the Qin family surrounded Zhouzhou, trying to please her.

"Sister, we'll give you all the delicious food!"

"Sister, what kind of story do you want to hear today? Brother will tell you!"

Qin Lie walked straight over, picked up the little girl, and glanced coldly at his nephews, declaring ownership, "She's my daughter!"

After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

Two hours later, the grand facade of First Primary School lay sprawled on the ground, devoid of any semblance. 


Zhouzhou, with a slight protrusion of her belly, let out a small burp, her chubby paws waving weakly. "I can't eat anymore,"she sighed.


The ingredients brought by the shop assistant had been completely devoured, all finding their way into their stomachs.


"I'm done too," An Ya stared blankly at the ceiling, almost envious of starving ghosts, at least they wouldn't have to experience the sensation of their stomachs about to burst.


In truth, she felt that gifts bought with money, as long as they were carefully chosen, were not perfunctory. They didn't necessarily have to be handmade.


"No, not yet," Zhouzhou struggled to get up, pulling out a pill from her pocket and popping it into her mouth.


Alarmed, An Ya asked, "What are you eating, Zhouzhou?"


The Gift