When a Cultivator Boss Gets Thrown Into a Fake and Real Daughter Script - Chapter 4

This time, Zhou Luo was determined to ace the college entrance exam. During her prep, she’d also taken the time to check the admission quotas of the country’s top universities.

Qingbei University—only five open slots this year.

Zhou Luo glanced at the exam hall. Five spots. She was going to be one of them.

The girls Zhou Man sent to block her had arrived early, but they hadn’t expected Zhou Luo to be so slippery darting around like an eel, making them chase her in circles.

Zhao Jiarui hadn’t planned to take the exam seriously anyway. Wu Beibei had told her, “Break Zhou Luo’s leg and I’ll pay you two thousand.” That was all she needed to hear.

Her target: Zhou Luo.
Her goal: keep her from setting foot in the exam room. Do that, and she’d earn her pay.

Meanwhile, Zhou Man was getting restless. That wretched girl had run off with her exam permit and hadn’t come home all night.

“All that effort, just to put on a show,” Zhou Man sneered. “She really thinks she can steal my spotlight.”

At that same moment, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou had also arrived to send Zhou Man off to her own exam. Madam Shen Jinling (Mrs. Zhou) was dressed to impress, wearing a slim-fitting cheongsam embroidered with orchids, the design meant to symbolize victory at first strike.

“Manman, do your best. Your father and I both believe in you,” Shen Jinling whispered encouragingly. “Qingbei only has five open spots this year, but your father’s already spoken to someone. As long as you hit the cutoff, they’ll make room for you.”

Zhou Man smiled sweetly, leaning closer to her mother’s ear. “Don’t worry, Mom. Just wait for it. Qingbei’s acceptance letter will be delivered straight to our house.”

She’d prepared everything perfectly, even arranged some high-tech tricks for the exam. She was confident and utterly fearless.

Still, it was getting late, and there was no word from Wu Beibei’s side. Zhou Man’s smile began to fade.

“Useless trash,” she muttered under her breath, irritation flashing in her eyes. “What’s taking them so long?”

Although that wretched Zhou Luo might not even have the ability to pass the exam, Zhou Man couldn’t stand the idea of letting her have any chance to shine.

After all, everything in the Zhou family could only ever belong to her.

As the final call for exam entry approached and the students were about to surrender their phones, Zhou Man still hadn’t received any message from Wu Beibei. Losing patience, she decided to act herself.

She turned to her father with a sorrowful look. “Dad… last night I saw my sister at a bar. She dyed her hair, and she said that once the exam’s over, she’s leaving this family for good…”

Her voice trembled, eyes reddening on cue. When she saw her father’s face darken, satisfaction bloomed quietly inside her—her words were working. So she pushed further.

“I tried to talk her out of it… but she wouldn’t listen…”

The insinuations were perfectly placed, each word hinting but never stating. The rest, she left for her parents’ imagination to fill in.

When it came to manipulation, Zhou Man was a master.

She already knew part of her father’s plan—information she’d overheard from her mother and she knew exactly what this timing meant.

If her father didn’t act now, Zhou Luo might just “run away.”

Sure enough, Zhou Congwen shot to his feet, anger clouding his reason. The Lin family had already called; the engagement was set, the horoscopes matched. If Zhou Luo escaped now… Zhou Congwen’s face twisted in fury at the thought.

He grabbed a stick, ready to storm into the exam hall and drag Zhou Luo out himself.

Fortunately, Shen Jinling stopped him in time. “Don’t be rash,” she hissed, gripping his arm. “If this deal goes through, we’ll finally get that Lin Group project. You can’t afford to lose your temper now. If that little brat really dares to run, we’ll just break her legs and if that doesn’t work, well… there are other ways to handle it.”

She darted a sharp look around the crowded school gate. “If you barge in there now, people will talk. The Zhou family’s reputation will be ruined. We’d be the laughingstock of the whole city.”

Then her tone softened, though her eyes gleamed coldly. “Besides, I heard that Lin fellow has some rather strange tastes. If Zhou Luo’s really out there messing around, won’t that just give us more leverage over her later?”

Truly, Shen Jinling knew how to strike the right chords. Zhou Congwen’s expression eased, her words sinking straight into his heart.

She turned back to Zhou Man with a look of approval. “Good job, Manman. You caught your sister’s filthy behavior in time. Focus on your exam today. When this is over, your father will buy you a car. You pick the brand.”

Zhou Man’s heart nearly burst with glee. What a lucky turn of events! Zhou Luo—oh, Zhou Luo—even heaven doesn’t favor you!

When Zhou Congwen had first announced he’d arranged a marriage between Zhou Luo and the Lin family, Zhou Man had almost lost her mind. But once she found out who the Lin family’s “second young master” really was… a cripple, a scandal, a joke among elites, her anger turned into smug delight.

Now, everything was falling perfectly into place.

Meanwhile, high up in the building across the street, Zhou Luo had been quietly watching the whole scene unfold below.

The Zhou family—her family—really was a pack of wolves.

Still, she took a slow breath. The exam came first. Qingbei students weren’t the kind of people you could just toy with.

They could dream all they wanted.

As for Shen Jinling… she might be her birth mother, but those venomous words deserved a little reminder that something to keep her from getting too comfortable trampling over others.

Back in her cultivation days, Zhou Luo had always had a knack for raising spiritual creatures. Her ability to hear the Zhou family’s conversation from afar was thanks to one of them.

Before entering the exam hall, she glanced at the red ladybug resting quietly in a nearby flowerpot and smiled faintly.

That would do.

For the next three days, Zhou Luo wrote like a machine. She barely lifted her head, answering questions with the calm precision of someone who already knew the results.

Meanwhile, Wu Beibei and her crew were getting desperate. They couldn’t find Zhou Luo anywhere, so they squatted outside the exam hall in groups, waiting for her to come out.

Zhou Man had already paid them. The order was simple: destroy Zhou Luo.

So what if she made it into the exam hall? She wouldn’t be walking out in one piece.

After all, even if that twisted Lin heir was a freak, he was still rich. Zhao Jiarui didn’t want to end up having to please Zhou Luo someday.

Better to strike first.

But before any of them could make a move, news came. Shen Jinling had been rushed to the hospital.

The cause? A strange parasitic infection. Her body was covered in swollen red bumps, and when one was cut open, fat, wriggling larvae spilled out.

The doctor said it was caused by horsefly maggots.

The bizarre part was, Shen Jinling hadn’t traveled anywhere recently. And the worst of the infection was concentrated around her mouth—dense, festering welts that left even the doctors speechless.

Zhou Man had gone with her mother to the hospital, but the moment she saw the wounds, she vomited on the spot.

Forget pretending to be a dutiful daughter. She was so nauseated that she nearly fainted.

When Zhou Congwen got the call, he’d intended to rush over until he heard his daughter retching uncontrollably over the phone. He immediately understood what the scene must look like and, with a grimace, claimed he was too busy at work.

With Shen Jinling hospitalized, Zhou Luo finally had some breathing room.

Her homeroom teacher, Mr. Yan, had always been kind to her. After the exam, he messaged her personally, asking how she had done.

Zhou Luo answered honestly. When they went over her estimated scores, even Mr. Yan was stunned.

He’d always known she was smart, but this?

“Zhou Luo, do you trust your teacher?” came his serious reply.

Though this was just the world of a novel, Zhou Luo couldn’t help but smile. This teacher… his calm, wise demeanor reminded her so much of her old master.

“I do, Teacher.”

“Then apply for Qingbei.”

The moment she read that, Zhou Luo’s lips curved upward. If Mr. Yan said it was possible then it was settled.

After finishing her paperwork, she decided to swing by the Zhou house to check on her “handiwork.” The little creature had done its job beautifully, and since she’d been busy with exams, she hadn’t interfered much.

But she didn’t need to see it to know. Shen Jinling was definitely paying the price.

When Zhou Luo stepped out of the exam hall—first in her group, she immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Unlike in previous years, the first person to leave wasn’t showing off their musical talent or performing some graduation ritual.

This year, the spotlight belonged to a girl with bright pink hair, walking out under the sun with quiet confidence.

A reporter standing nearby couldn’t help but rush forward to ask the first question. How did she think she did on the exam?

“See you at Qingbei!” Zhou Luo answered bluntly.

Arrogant—she was insanely arrogant.

As soon as those words left her mouth, everyone around turned to stare. Just look at her—hair a mess, clothes casual, looking nothing like a top student. Qingbei? More like she would only get there in her dreams.

Zhou Luo naturally heard the whispers, but she couldn’t care less. Arguing was pointless. Facts speak louder than words. Just wait and see.

Not long after she left the exam hall, she was cornered by Zhao Jiarui and her gang in the alley behind the convenience store.

“Why aren’t you running now? Heard you’re the one who hurt our Sister Bei?”

Zhao Jiarui, with her head of bleached yellow hair and cigarette dangling from her mouth, jabbed a finger at Zhou Luo as she spoke.

Everyone at school had heard the rumors. There was a coward named Zhou Luo in Class Three of First High. Seeing that Zhou Luo didn’t respond, Zhao Jiarui tilted her head, crushed her cigarette underfoot, and barked, “Girls, let’s get revenge for Sister Bei!”

Damn, Zhou Luo thought, look at this wannabe punk with her dyed hair acting all tough.

At Zhao Jiarui’s shout, the girls rushed in, swinging their sticks straight at Zhou Luo!

“…What the—?!” Zhou Luo’s eyes widened.

Was this one of those hidden difficulty missions?

【Pretty much, Host. You got this!】

Even the system sounded dumbfounded. There weren’t supposed to be scenes this violent in the novel! These girls were going at it like some street-gang brawl.

But clearly, even the system had underestimated Zhou Luo’s fighting ability.

Breaking news: behind a convenience store, a pink-haired girl took on a whole gang single-handedly. The fight was chaos—like a full-blown Hong Kong action flick.

Zhou Luo, with her high ponytail and pink streaks, wearing a short JK skirt, snatched one of the sticks mid-fight and unleashed a flurry of blows.

Her old man once told her: “If you ever have to fight. Don’t start it. But if you do, make sure they’ll remember you. That way, they won’t ever try again.”

She used to think he was just nagging. But now? Zhou Luo grinned.
He had been absolutely right.