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In her previous life, Bai Lianhua was the disgrace of the Bai family—adopted, ignored, and finally discarded like trash. Her so-called fiancé humiliated her, her sister schemed against her, and even her adoptive parents turned a blind eye.

But fate gave her a second chance.

Waking up five years before her death, Lianhua is determined to live differently. This time, the cold and mysterious Bai Patriarch recognizes her as his biological daughter—the one lost at birth. And suddenly, she becomes the pearl of the Bai family, doted on by her domineering grandfather, spoiled by her three powerful older brothers, and sought after by elite heirs across the country.

With her past life’s memories, she swats away scheming villains and fake white lotuses with ease.

Let the face-slapping begin—the once unloved girl is now the nation’s little princess.

Reborn to Be the Young Miss Everyone Adores

The Bai Group's boardroom shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers as executives toasted their victory over Madam Xu's Consortium. Moments ago they had celebrated frozen assets and key arrests. Now, at the head of the table, Bai Hengyuan rose to speak of family unity—only to clutch his chest and collapse.

Lianhua screamed, "Grandfather!" as he crumpled to the floor. Bai Ziyu and Mo Chen lunged forward, catching him before he hit the ground. Servants screamed for medics while a private gurney was rushed in.

In the estate's infirmary corridor, Lianhua and Ziyu waited as doctors conferred over Bai Hengyuan's prone form. His pulse was weak; his breathing shallow.

"Miss Bai," the head physician said gravely, "we've stabilized him. He's been poisoned with a rare toxin. We're administering supportive care—but without the specific antidote, he won't survive more than a few hours."

Lianhua's face went pale. "Is there an antidote?"

The doctor nodded. "But the only known supply is held by Yu Shulan."

Ziyu's fists clenched. "Then we must get it."

Moments later, Lianhua, Ziyu, and Mo Chen stormed into Yu Shulan's private wing. Guards parted for them, tension crackling in the air.

Shulan awaited in a crimson gown, an ornate glass vial on a satin cushion beside her. "Bai Lianhua," she purred. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Save my grandfather's life," Lianhua snapped. "Or you'll answer for your crimes."

Shulan's smile turned predatory. "The antidote is mine alone. I'll trade it—for a seat on the Bai board, with full voting rights by midnight."

Ziyu took a step forward, anger in his eyes, but Lianhua held up a hand. "Name your price."

As Shulan smirked, Zhang Feiyan slipped from the shadows holding a small wooden box. "Perhaps this will speed things along," she said, placing the box on the table. Inside gleamed a second vial—handwritten: "B.H. 12.03.09" (the Patriarch's own annotation).

Shulan's composure cracked. "Where did you—?"

Zhang's gaze was steel. "I retrieved this from your safe days ago. I suggest you let the first antidote go free."

Cornered, Shulan lunged for her guards. Guards moved to restrain her as Zhang handed Lianhua the genuine vial.

Back in the infirmary, Lianhua thrust the vial into the doctor's hands. He injected the serum. Monitors spiked, then steadied. Bai Hengyuan's color returned; his breathing eased.

Lianhua cried, pressing his hand. Ziyu knelt beside them. "Grandfather… you're safe."

Mo Chen watched with relief. "He'll pull through."

Later, as the family gathered, Zhang Feiyan revealed surveillance footage: Qin Xue, Lianhua's beloved childhood friend, slipping poison into the Patriarch's tea—coerced by Yu Shulan's threats against her brother.

Qin Xue was escorted away in tears, assuring Lianhua that Zhou Feiyan threatened her family. Ziyu moved to console his sister, not as an officer of the law but as her brother, offering forgiveness and protection.

That night, Lianhua and Ziyu stood on the balcony, the estate quiet under moonlight.

"Thank you for standing by me," she said, leaning into him.

He wrapped an arm around her. "Always, Lianhua. You're my sister."

Inside, Mo Chen approached, holding a small device. "I've decrypted the Consortium's final contingency," he said. On screen flashed one name: Bai Hengde, Lianhua's uncle—the true architect of the switch.

Lianhua's eyes widened. "My uncle?"

Mo Chen nodded. "The game runs deeper than we knew."

Chapter Twelve: The Patriarch’s Rescue