Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

"Whoosh—smack!" Something whistled through the air and struck Qin Baobao, followed by a burning pain on her back.

This feels quite realistic, like it really hit me.

But Qin Baobao knew this was impossible, because she was already dead. Dead in her fiancé's arms, dead in her own scheme.

"You slut! Just like your mother, you're both sluts. All you do is pretend to be weak and seduce people."

When I opened my eyes, what greeted me was her pitiful knees, kneeling on the ground.

Looking up, she saw that the person hitting Qin Baobao was a beautiful middle-aged woman. She had long curly hair, a dark face, and glared at her fiercely as she swung the ruler down again.

The only thing Qin Baobao noticed was the other person's long red nails, which, combined with her fair skin, could create a vivid ghost story.

It was these bright red fingernails that made Qin Baobao feel a sense of unreality. Was this a characteristic of the King of Hell's palace? Even after death, people have quite unique aesthetics.

"Slap slap!" Qin Baobao, still looking bewildered, was hit twice more.

"Ouch!" That really hurts. Things from the underworld are different; even fighting ghosts hurts a lot.

Even though you're an old ghost and I'm a new ghost, you can't bully ghosts like this!

Even a new ghost has a temper; watch out, or I'll burn you to death.

Who is Qin Baobao? The second-generation heir of the Qin family. From a young age, she argued with her biological father and fought with her stepmother. After returning from studying abroad, she still managed to utterly defeat all her enemies.

If I didn't have no attachments and felt that life was meaningless, why would it be your turn, a middle-aged old ghost, to beat me up?

Even a gentleman can tolerate this, but I, your little one, cannot.

Qin Baobao was about to seize the opportunity to leap up and fight this old ghost for 300 rounds, showing him her prowess.

"Smack!" A ruler slammed heavily in front of Qin Baobao, then playfully flicked it twice to assert its presence. That single blow shattered all of Qin Baobao's courage.

Her shoulders trembled, and she shrank her neck and knelt there obediently, not daring to move an inch.

Being in an unfamiliar place, I'd better play it safe for now. That's what a wise person should do; reckless, impulsive behavior is not advisable.

Seeing the woman huff and puff as she sat back down on the sofa, Qin Baobao secretly breathed a sigh of relief; finally, she wouldn't be beaten anymore. She gently straightened her back, feeling a burning pain.

The roar of a car engine slowly rose from the courtyard, followed by the slamming of a gate, the soft sound of footsteps, and the turning of the lock. A well-dressed, elite-looking man appeared before them, clearly a high-ranking company executive. That imposing demeanor was something that couldn't be cultivated in less than decades.

"What is it now? You're always making noise, can't you just shut up for a while?" He said impatiently, telling Qin Baobao to get up. What kind of era is this, still making people kneel on the ground? What kind of talk is that?

"Go back to your room." The elite man's tone was irritable, showing no sign that this was his daughter and he was going to stand up for her.

Qin Baobao decided to hold back for now and return to her room.

She got up from the ground without daring to breathe, and turned around, looking bewildered.

Qin Baobao also wanted to go back to her room, but the problem was that she had no idea where her room was.

Imagine the two ghosts behind you; although there's no bloody scene, their aura is terrifying.

One of them looked like he wanted to devour her with his eyes, while the other was frightening just to stand there.

Qin Baobao said: She didn't dare to say anything, and she didn't dare to ask. Then an even more powerful ghost appeared; she couldn't handle it and ran away.

This little one isn't afraid of death, but this little one is terrified of just getting beaten up, of living a life worse than death. After all, I've already become a ghost, how can I possibly die?

Glancing at the two ghosts out of the corner of her eye, Qin Baobao turned and headed upstairs. She didn't hear any voices stopping her, which meant she was right; her room should be on the second floor.

"You feel sorry for her if you make her kneel for a while?" the woman said sarcastically.

"If it weren't for her and her slutty mother..." The woman started to cry softly before she could finish, a sight that would break the hearts of anyone who saw it or heard it.

Qin Baobao quickly found her room, not because she was particularly clever, but because she used her intelligence to deduce the final answer.

It was because all the rooms on the second floor were locked, except for hers, which was wide open, welcoming anyone to come in at any time.

Some clothes were lying on the ground, with a woman's footprints still on them.

She closed the door, stepped over the clothes on the floor, and sat on the only small bed. Moonlight streamed in through the small window, casting her shadow on the dirty clothes. Qin Baobao lowered her eyes, staring intently at her dark shadow, and slowly came back to her senses.

Things from the underworld hit people with extraordinary pain? Haha. I inexplicably feel like I've been proven wrong.

She must have been reborn into someone else's body after she died.

This is really... wonderful.

As for the original owner, all I can say is sorry. Who told you to be so unlucky as to run into me?

So, what's the next step? With a mindset of stirring up trouble, Qin Baobao decided to first drive the scumbags downstairs crazy.

In the dimly lit storeroom, Qin Baobao's lips curled into a slight smile as she sealed the fate of those downstairs.

Who told her to be so vengeful, daring to make her kneel on the ground? She should be prepared to face the wrath of the authorities.

The thought of the other person spending the rest of their life kneeling on the ground, living a life of misery, made Qin Baobao's smile deepen.

But her heart remained completely undisturbed, as if a withered tree had lost all its vitality, and nothing could attract her attention.

"Fang Yu, you're only 15 years old this year! You're really young." He put his ID card, household registration book, and bank card into a backpack and carried it on his shoulder.

After scanning the storage room from top to bottom, Qin Baobao spotted a conspicuous box.

Upon opening it, wow! It's a thousand-year-old ginseng! Well then, I'll accept it without hesitation.

Qin Baobao put the ginseng in her backpack, returned the box to its original place, and walked out with a cheerful gait. It would be a real shame not to take what was right in front of her, not to take what was right in front of her, especially not the scumbag and bitch downstairs.

When I got downstairs, the living room was empty.

Qin Baobao paused for a moment, originally intending to beat up the scumbag and bitch before leaving.

On second thought, wouldn't it be even funnier if they crippled their legs and didn't know who the murderer was? That thought made Qin Baobao's steps become even more cheerful as she went out.

"You unfilial son, once you leave this house, don't ever come back." Before they even left the residential area, a rebellious young man bumped into Qin Baobao.

Qin Baobao moved to the side and saw the president uncle rushing out, looking furious.

But the panic and expectation in his eyes only highlighted how cold and naive the person who didn't even turn around was.

Did your father once look at your back with the same eager gaze, while you left home without looking back and walked further and further away?

Qin Baobao suddenly felt a dull ache in her heart, a mixture of her father's earnest reluctance and the feigned advice from those around her. She thought of her past confusion and rebellion, of revenge and bloodshed.

Those memories of guilt opened their gaping maws, stretching out countless claws and fangs, trying to suck her in, drag her into the darkness from which she could never escape.

But Qin Baobao rationally understood that she couldn't, she absolutely couldn't.

Time is an irreversible river.

Goodbye, my father! You will never have to be angry with me again.

But what if there were "what ifs" in this world?

If it were possible, I would love to be your daughter again!