Chapter 4

On the other end of the phone, Mother Lu went silent again.

Lu Mingjun sneered, then dropped an even bigger bomb: "Mom, let's take a step back. If you really don't want to sell the house, and Dad's rental income has already been spent, why not just take out a few tens of thousands from the compensation the driver paid after Dad's accident and give it back to Uncle Zhu?"

After saying that, Lu Mingjun felt as if all the resentment in her heart had finally been released. She was genuinely curious to see how her mother would respond.

"What nonsense are you talking about, girl? I've got something to do. We'll talk later!" Mother Lu snapped and hung up.

Clearly, she had chosen to run away.

Lu Mingjun listened to the busy tone on the other end, smiled indifferently, and began packing her things.

Meanwhile, Mother Lu sat dazed on the old sofa.

She hadn't thought about Old Lu in a long time.

Back then, when Old Lu died in a car accident, the other party had paid 500,000 yuan in compensation. But the Lu family elders didn't allow her to keep the money in her name.

To get access to it, she had promised them that the money would be saved for Lu Mingjun's education and marriage. Only after that promise did they agree to let her handle it.

Now, years later, Mother Lu knew exactly where that money had gone—but she didn't dare say it out loud.

After all, Lu Mingjun had only been four years old at the time.

There was no way a child that young could've known anything.

So, who had revealed the truth to Lu Mingjun?

Mother Lu thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who the suspect was.

But deep down, she knew: unless she cut ties completely, Lu Mingjun would come back for everything that belonged to the Lu family.

The truth about Mother Lu was clear now.

How could Lu Mingjun—who had died once and still clung to her obsession—not want to take back what was hers?

Even so, she reminded herself not to act rashly.

After all, her mother and that man surnamed Zhu had "raised" her. If she made trouble too quickly, public opinion would crush her.

But she was still young. She could wait.

She would wait for the perfect opportunity—until the Zhu family destroyed themselves.

Thinking this, a cold smile curved on Lu Mingjun's lips.

Just then, the system's voice rang out again: "Host, hello!"

Lu Mingjun perked up and asked in a low voice, "System… are you the one who brought me back to life?"

Even though she was alone in the dormitory right now, someone could walk in at any moment.

She lowered her voice and said again, "System, I really am reborn!"

Soon, the familiar mechanical voice echoed in her mind: "Yes, host. You are reborn."

Before she could respond, the voice continued: "Congratulations to the host for achieving their wish and being reborn. I hope the host will work hard and not waste this chance at a new life."

"This system has used a tremendous amount of energy to make your rebirth possible. From now on, the system will temporarily enter a deep sleep. Goodbye, host."

Startled, Lu Mingjun quickly asked, "How long will you sleep? Is there anything I can do for you?"

But this time, there was no response.

After trying several times, Lu Mingjun slowly accepted the reality: the system had gone dormant. She could only say silently in her heart, Thank you, system.

Now that she had been reborn, revenge was important—but living an extraordinary life of her own mattered even more.

With that thought, Lu Mingjun immediately took out her phone and dialed her mentor.

Speaking of which, her mentor was no ordinary person.

Professor Jiang Shan, vice dean of W University Law School and the youngest Yangtze River Scholar, held a prestigious reputation in the legal world.

Because of his solid legal foundation, humble attitude, and rare insight, Lu Mingjun had been accepted as one of the few graduate students under his supervision.

It could be said that if Lu Mingjun had followed Professor Jiang's plans in her previous life, she would have become a rising star in the legal world.