When a Cultivator Boss Gets Thrown Into a Fake and Real Daughter Script - Chapter 3

As Zhou Man left, she couldn’t resist flashing a “kill” gesture at Zhou Luo.

Zhou Luo merely smiled. Whatever—she would act. Just a matter of timing. A fake like that was hopping around far too happily.

【Congratulations, Host. One-on-one with Zhou Man: victory. Reward: 100 newbie points.】

Heh. That evened the score? The real fun was only just beginning.

Zhou Luo shut her door and ran through the plot in her head. After a while she sat up and walked to her desk. She skimmed the book on it and started to laugh.

Because, honestly, this was far too simple.

Meanwhile, in her own room, Zhou Man was furious enough to go mad. She wanted to smash everything on the table but held back for fear of making a scene. Finally she grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed at the doll on her bedside.

“Fine, then. I’ve been too lenient all this time!”

Zhou Man pulled out her phone and dialed a number with practiced ease. The person on the other end hesitated at the incoming call, then anger took over.

They had been promised a cripple. Someone easy to bully, someone anyone could take down. This was what Zhou Man had called “easy to deal with”?

They had almost smashed that person and sent them to the hospital with broken bones!

Wu Beibei answered. Before she could even ask what happened, Zhou Man’s furious voice blurted through: “What’s wrong with you? I gave you five thousand—was that trash too much for you?”

Thinking about tonight made Zhou Man want to tear Zhou Luo apart.

A country bumpkin dared to compete with her?

“No way, big sis. Who are you talking to? I haven’t even asked what happened yet. The person you sent could actually fight. Are you kidding, you paid only five thousand? Do you think we’re all just out here for a stroll?!”

Zhou Man: “???”

What? Wu Beibei had failed? It sent a chill down Zhou Man’s spine. This Zhou Luo had seemed off the moment she walked in.

Before, Zhou Luo had always been the one on the chopping block, meat for the butcher—tonight, she’d turned the tables.

Heh… interesting. Very interesting.

“Get her taken care of. Money is not an issue.”

After Zhou Man hung up, a transfer hit Wu Beibei’s phone: twenty thousand.

Wu Beibei glanced at the amount on her phone, then snapped her fingers at the girls standing nearby. “Tell the high school crew to get ready.”

Stopping that useless cripple from taking the college entrance exam would be enough. Quite a generous move from Miss Zhou.

Originally, Wu Beibei thought sending two people would do. But when she accidentally tugged at her bruised ribs, the pain made her tremble. Useless? Hardly. After thinking twice, she added, “Send Zhao Jiarui too.”

Zhao Jiarui was one of Wu Beibei’s top enforcers, a powerhouse. Still in school, yes, but already well-known on the streets.

That Zhou Luo girl’s outburst last night was probably just a dying flare of resistance. The intel couldn’t be wrong. Still, to be safe, Zhao Jiarui was the best choice.

*******

The next morning, Zhou Luo got up early and went to a salon. Last night she’d spent half an hour in front of the mirror studying her borrowed body: dull haircut, frumpy clothes, nearsighted too?

She sighed.

After dozing off three times in the salon chair, her new hairstyle was finally done.

Given her age, the stylist hesitated, then offered kindly, “Miss, maybe wear a hat when you go out. That hair color…”

“Hair color?” Zhou Luo tilted her head. “What’s wrong with pink? It’s cute—fairies should be pink and lovely.”

She paid, then took out her exam permit and a few textbooks from her bag. She’d burned the midnight oil studying just to prepare for tomorrow’s exam.

Zhou Man wanted to stop her? Fine—let her try.

“Hey, System,” Zhou Luo asked, “if I pass this exam, what do I get?”

【Unlocking the second shop. Reward points will double. However, player, a reminder: in the original storyline, the character never took this exam. Hidden plot activated—difficulty level increased. Good luck.】

Tch. That didn’t sound good.

Zhou Luo frowned, then ducked into a dessert café and sat down. Pulling out her phone, she opened TIMI (video game).

According to the original host’s memories, today was the day she had agreed to a solo match with someone.

Totally unnecessary but since she was here now, ditching would be rude. And Zhou Luo didn’t like losing face.

The thought made her chuckle. Back in her old life, the old man never let her near games like this. Only when sneaking out with her senior brothers did she get a taste.

So, yeah. She just wanted to play.

As soon as she logged in, a message popped up: “You actually showed up?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Zhou Luo replied, creating a room. Neither side wasted words. They each banned a few heroes, then the match began.

Zhou Luo picked Diao Chan, the queen of solo fights.

But her opponent played dirty, choosing Baili, camping under the tower, firing one shot after another,each one hitting dead-on, timing her cooldowns perfectly. Zhou Luo’s head was practically smoking.

That was twice in a row now. She threw down her phone and admitted it—she sucked.

“ShrimpHeadNan, huh? I’ll remember you.”

Fuming, Zhou Luo bit into an egg tart in one go. No wonder that player’s name meant “Hard as Hell.”

On the other side, the player hadn’t expected Zhou Luo to rage-quit and even delete her from her friend list. Laughing helplessly, she sent her two 1688 gifts.

“Didn’t think the little cutie could handle Diao Chan that well,” she murmured.

Just then, a knock came at the door.

“President Lin, the guest list for the trade conference is here. Please review it.”

Lin Heqi looked up, pushing her gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose. She smiled faintly. “Funny, you didn’t tell me he was going to be there.”

The secretary froze. Normally, Lin only skimmed through such lists.

“Ah—yes, President Lin. That was from the chairman’s side. He said Second Master will be returning to discuss a few matters.”

Cold sweat trickled down the secretary’s forehead. People said they’d rather face thunder than Lin Heqi’s smile and it was true.

Since taking over the Lin Group, the eldest Miss Lin had shattered everyone’s idea of what a woman in business could be. In just a few years, she had expanded aggressively, swallowing up several nearby companies.

And every time she smiled like this, someone ended up ruined.

The secretary’s stomach twisted.

Lin Heqi’s gaze lingered on the last name on the list, her brows knitting together. That man—still alive, still scheming, and somehow convincing Grandfather to let him return?

“Impressive,” she muttered softly. “Truly impressive.”