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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

Chi Yu's sleep was far from restful.

The foreign land and unfamiliar bed made it impossible for her to truly drift into slumber.

In her haze, she felt a scorching gaze on her face, so intense it seemed to burn.

Nightmares plagued her, cycling through unpleasant memories from the past like a relentless storm.

Unconsciously, her brows furrowed tightly, her expression painted with pain.

In the dimness, a warm, dry hand gently smoothed the creases on her forehead, over and over again.

Only when the smooth skin regained its calm did the hand pause.

A soft sigh echoed, filled with either regret or something indescribable.

The next morning, Chi Yu woke up to a throat dry and raw, her body aching and weak.

Touching her forehead, she realized it was hot—she had a fever.

Dragging her weary frame out of bed, she thought of finding some fever medicine.

Feigning Innocence