Chapter 1: Struck by Lightning –

Jiang Ran Died.

To be precise, while observing the stars at night, a bolt of lightning struck from a clear sky. She

was successfully struck dead on the mountaintop.

Her consciousness was completely black, and then she felt as if someone was pulling her out of the water.

“Cough cough cough cough—”

“Jiang Ran, you’re finally awake!”

a woman cried out, her voice seemingly piercing eardrums.

Jiang Ran belatedly opened her eyes, and the heavily made-up woman before her made her frown.

But those bright red lips continued to chatter:

“I told you we couldn’t show mercy to those two little brats! Si Youlin, that little bastard, is going to kill you! You have to give him a good beating!”

What?

Jiang Ran was completely bewildered. As she pondered, a large chunk of memories that didn’t belong to her flooded her mind.

She… had transmigrated?

Just like in those worldly novels, her soul had transmigrated into the body of a woman with the same name.

She had even accidentally given birth to twins for the male protagonist of this manor.

Si Zuochen and Si Youlin.

The original owner’s attitude towards the two children was extremely poor, even to the point of abuse.

Just now, while the original owner was taking a walk by the lake, she was pushed into the water by the younger twin, Si Youlin.

And the woman cursing and swearing in front of her was none other than the original owner’s “best friend,” Song Yuqing.

So, what kind of melodramatic plot is this?

Jiang Ran facepalmed. It must have been her angry middle finger gesture when she couldn’t see the celestial signs that led to her not only being struck by lightning but also encountering such a ridiculous plot.

Just as she was pondering this, Song Yuqing angrily dragged over a five or six-year-old child.

“Don’t run! How dare you push Jiang Ran into the water, you’re asking for death!”

The little one, whose ear was being pulled, grimaced in pain, and in the struggle, he didn’t forget to kick Song Yuqing’s shin hard.

“Ouch!”

Song Yuqing staggered in pain, and in her anger and embarrassment, she raised her hand to slap him hard.

Si Youlin trembled all over, instinctively closing his eyes in fear.

The expected pain didn’t come the next second. He opened his eyes and saw a scene that left him speechless.

Jiang Ran was soaking wet, but she was gripping Song Yuqing’s wrist.

“Jiang Ran, what are you doing?” Song Yuqing was furious, her eyes full of confusion. “This little brat kicked me!”

“He’s my son,”

Jiang Ran said hoarsely, forcing a couple of coughs before speaking in a deep voice, “Whatever the problem, I’ll handle it.”

Her words were like a thunderbolt, making Si Youlin stiffen.

This woman… actually said he was her son?

Hadn’t she always felt that he was her disgrace?

Song Yuqing was also stunned and greatly surprised, but after thinking for a moment, she still snorted and said, “Jiang Ran, you can’t hold back!”

Her words pulled Si Youlin back to reality.

Yes, every time would only be a more brutal beating!

Jiang Ran sighed, turning to look at the exquisitely beautiful child. To her surprise, he was unbelievably handsome, with bright, intelligent eyes, like a Buddhist monk. Even more—

she narrowed her eyes—a faint blue aura emanated from the child, like a mist enveloping him.

This was… dragon energy!

Good heavens, the original owner had given birth to a dragon prince?

Jiang Ran was stunned. She had been cultivating on the mountain and had seen countless destinies, but this was the first time she had ever seen a destiny imbued with dragon energy.

This Jinling was no ordinary child!

But this child was still young. If given time and proper nurturing, he would soar like a dragon, unstoppable!

Such a destiny had been constantly abused, so weak that the dragon energy was barely visible.

Jiang Ran was secretly alarmed. If this child was allowed to become corrupted, the dragon would become so evil that she would die without a burial place sooner or later!

While pondering, Jiang Ran calmed herself and said calmly, “Fine, you can go now.”

Song Yuqing was finally satisfied upon hearing this, but before leaving, she didn’t forget to hurl a vicious curse: “Just wait to be beaten to death!”

Si Youlin trembled, a deep sense of disgust and fear rising in his eyes.

Interesting.

Jiang Ran tilted her head, her tone cold: “Did you push me into the water?”

The little boy gritted his teeth, his dark, sandalwood-like eyes fixed on Jiang Ran, then turned away in disgust.

“It was me.”

The two words were resolute.

Jiang Ran raised an eyebrow and took the towel offered by the maid. “Reason?”

Although she knew that the original owner had been abusing her two children, she hadn’t expected that this child would harbor murderous intent at such a young age.

If this wasn’t properly disciplined, he might even become a murderer or arsonist when he grew up.

Moreover, the Si family of Nancheng wasn’t without the power to do so.

Si Youlin frowned, turning to look at Jiang Ran, seemingly surprised that she hadn’t hit him. He snorted coldly before speaking in a low voice,

“I wish you were dead, what reason do I need?”

His sharp words stung Jiang Ran’s heart. She paused, then let out a snicker.

Si Youlin was taken aback, asking incredulously, “What are you laughing at?”

This vicious woman usually beat and verbally abused him and his brother, constantly humiliating and mocking them. What was she up to today?

“Why can’t I laugh?” Jiang Ran stretched out her slender fingers and pinched something, her movements extremely elegant. “You want me dead? Do you know how tough my life is?”

This ability to predict the future—just by reciting her birth chart—knew that the original owner’s chart was so strong it brought misfortune to her husbands, making her an extremely ruthless and cunning woman.

Whether intentionally or not, it was surprising that a large and powerful family like the Si family could tolerate such a pretentious woman carrying on the family line.

Jiang Ran laughed heartily, her slender fingers pinching the delicately sculpted figure opposite her. She leaned closer, her lips curving upwards. “Kid, your mom’s tough as nails, what are you going to do about it?”

Ha, Little Dragon Man.

He had that aura all over her.

Si Youlin was taken aback, then angrily slapped the woman’s hand away, shouting, “Tough as nails? Then I’ll make sure you die a horrible death!” His

childish voice was filled with ruthlessness, startling Jiang Ran. She instinctively grabbed the little guy who was trying to escape, locking his wrist.

“Hey, brat—”

“Ouch, let go!”

A pained gasp rang out, Si Youlin’s instinctive struggle startling Jiang Ran.

Pain?

She frowned, pulling him closer, but her hand froze as she rolled up her sleeve.

Her fair skin was covered in crisscrossing welts, clearly marks from being whipped.

“How could you…”

“Let go!”

Si Youlin abruptly flung her hand away, frantically pulling down his sleeve, glaring angrily.

“Hit me if you want, or get lost!”

Jiang Ran: ???

She really wanted to draw a talisman to teach him a lesson!

But the next second, her gaze fell on the bruises on his neck.

They were clearly from being choked.

Jiang Ran froze, unconsciously withdrawing her hand.

Even though he was just a nobody, she felt a strange pang of heartache the moment she saw those wounds.

How ruthless could someone be to inflict such cruelty?

Thinking of what the original owner had done, Jiang Ran sighed.

What a tragedy.

“Fine, you can go.”