Chapter 10: The Video Goes Viral and Doubts About Her Identity

“I’ll listen to you, Uncle Fumao,” Zeng Yan replied readily.

While no one was around, she gathered up the three wrinkled bed sheets. Her space had a washer and dryer, and since the sheets were thin, they’d be clean in no time.

Zeng Yan enjoyed a lovely breakfast of butter cookies and rose tea. She didn’t forget to create a video of her morning experience and post it. As expected, her third video was a minor hit. It had over 10,000 likes and more than 3,000 comments.

“So it’s the revenge story of a little abused girl. It’s brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! More, more! I can’t get enough!!!”

“No one in the Zeng family is normal. Abuse them, give them a real taste of abuse. I’ll donate to the blogger!”

“Holy cow! This is too realistic. He’s bleeding!”

Inevitably, the moral police showed up. “Blogger, it’s wrong to hurt people. Fighting violence with violence is not the answer.”

A fierce crowd of comments shot back at him, filling dozens of floors. “Are you out of your mind? If it were me, I would have stabbed that scumbag dad in the neck with the scissors. All domestic abusers should die!”

“Tell me your address, I’ll send you a huge banner that says ‘World’s Biggest Idiot.'”

“Diagnosis complete. This person is severely mentally handicapped, with a head full of nothing but crap.”

One comment stood out and received countless replies. “The abuser’s reaction doesn’t seem fake. The blogger used modern pepper spray. This video has too many contradictions. The more I think about it, the scarier it gets!!!”

“The analysis above is correct. A TV show couldn’t be this real, and neither could a skit. Blogger, what are you doing?”

Zeng Yan replied: “Look closer.”

If they couldn’t figure out the gist from three videos, this generation of netizens had a worrying lack of intelligence.

Zeng Yan wasn’t afraid of people figuring it out. To be honest, if she continued to record videos, they would discover the truth sooner or later. Zeng Yan was betting that the silent system would help her in the end, that her bizarre experience would not attract the attention of the authorities, and that it wouldn’t go viral on the platform. Without traffic support, her account would remain a gathering place for a small group of curious netizens. Her guess had a basis. The disappearance of her nine-figure fortune had not raised any suspicion, which was undoubtedly the system’s doing. Zeng Yan couldn’t help but wonder if all traces of her existence had been erased from her friends’ memories as well.

The complete loss of memory was true death. It was a lie to say she wasn’t sad. Zeng Yan couldn’t change the past, so she could only adapt to the present and live in the moment.

Right now, she had a big question: her true identity. When she first arrived and picked up the original owner’s tragic memories, Zeng Yan recalled a line of poetry: “Swallows of the Wang and Xie families once again fly into the homes of common people.”

She hadn’t just transmigrated into a book; she might be in a script about a rich girl and a poor girl who were switched at birth. The original owner might not have been a Zeng family child. Although Zeng Fugui’s reaction just now had seemed to negate her guess, Zeng Yan still held on to it. The key person wasn’t Zeng Fugui but Sun Jiazhi.

Based on the environment at the time of birth, Sun Jiazhi had the conditions to act. The original owner was born in a provincial hospital. A man couldn’t be present throughout his wife’s labor. If Sun Jiazhi intentionally hid something, it would have been difficult for Zeng Fugui to discover anything.

Then there was her appearance. To be fair, both parents had good looks. Zeng Fugui was tall with broad shoulders, a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. Sun Jiazhi had almond-shaped eyes and a pointed chin. But Zeng Yan had phoenix eyes and an oval face. She didn’t resemble either of them at all. Of course, unless it was a distinct genetic trait like colorblindness, a different appearance couldn’t be the sole basis for judgment.

What Zeng Yan cared about most was the underlying logic behind Sun Jiazhi’s actions. Even Zeng Fugui’s cruelty was based on his absurd theory of being a sentimentalist. Would Sun Jiazhi hate her daughter, who had caused her physical harm during childbirth, for the same reason? Zeng Yan didn’t believe it. Maternal love was innate, selfless, and great. Even if she hated the original owner, neglecting her and leaving her to fend for herself would be understandable. But a psychopath like Sun Jiazhi actively and deliberately scheming for over a decade like a premeditated killer was highly illogical.

This scorpion-like woman must have a huge secret that was related to her unknown past. But after fifteen years, without the insider knowledge of Sun Jiazhi, it would be as hard as ascending to heaven to solve the mystery of her identity.

As a transmigrator, Zeng Yan only recognized her biological parents and didn’t really have the desire to solve the mystery. But if she did nothing, she wouldn’t be able to give the original owner a sense of peace. That little girl with a tragic fate didn’t know until her death that she was living a lie, that her fate had been manipulated from the moment she was born. If the mystery remained unsolved, it would be difficult to comfort her spirit in heaven.

Prying the truth out of Sun Jiazhi’s mouth would be extremely difficult. Zeng Yan planned to try a different, unconventional approach. It was worth a shot.

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