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Miss Chi Yu of the Chi family has been plagued with misfortune since birth. She has endured car accidents, kidney failure, and experts predicted she wouldn’t live past eighteen. Fortunately, those around her dote on her excessively, indulging her bad temper and pampering her into a spoiled princess.

However, one day she accidentally opens a book and discovers that she is actually an adopted child of the Chi family, meant to serve as a scapegoat for the true heiress, the real Miss Chi born on the same day, month, and year as her.

They elevated her to the clouds, subjected her to public scorn and hatred, all to later declare that the “innocent” girl was the true heiress once she was gone. Desperate to change her fate, Chi Yu finds herself thwarted by a mysterious force—destined to die on her eighteenth birthday.

In her despair, Chi Yu turns dark. If she’s doomed to die a wretched death, then no one else will have a peaceful life!

She becomes increasingly ruthless and arrogant, forcing her deceitful assistant to apologize on his knees and disrupting her uncle’s multi-million-dollar deal. They are furious, enraged, and helpless. If they want the kitchen maid’s daughter to survive, they cannot touch her.

Everyone hates her, except for the newly hired bodyguard who brainlessly defends her to the end. “Miss, you’re spot on, brilliant, and absolutely infuriating!”

Chi Yu: Although he seems a bit foolish, he’s quite endearing, isn’t he?

As her eighteenth birthday approaches and she resigns herself to her grim fate, a prominent family from the capital arrives, claiming their lost daughter…

The Spoiled and Malicious Young Miss Awakens

Qiao Yu, momentarily forgetting about the phone call, hurriedly said, "Don't call the police yet, I'll contact you later."

She ended the call and moved to the bedside, where she saw a frail girl staring at her with wide eyes, motionless.

Tears inexplicably fell from Qiao Yu's eyes as she gazed at the girl.

"Mother!" The girl, Chi Yu, called out, her eyes lighting up with a radiant glow.

Her aimless hand found its target, gripping Qiao Yu tightly.

With growing excitement, she repeatedly cried out, "Mother!" Her voice grew louder with each utterance.

Qiao Yu thought she had lost her mind.

She was not one to overflow with sympathy, yet seeing this girl, so weak and fragile, she felt an indescribable sorrow welling up in her heart.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably, falling like a string of pearls.

"I'm sorry, we did our best"