Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

He thought Song Yi would only exchange a million at most, which would be enough for him. How could he exchange it all for money?

"Do you know that the items you redeem with points in the game are only valid for use in that game? If you don't use them all, you can't take them out of the game and they will be cleared."

Zhao Xin couldn't help but roar, fearing that Song Yi might not know this rule that everyone knew.

Song Yi: "I know, it's only 80 million. We'll be here for five days, and it'll be gone in no time."

Zhao Xin was going crazy. He suddenly doubted himself, wondering if the Song Yi in front of him wasn't a six-year-old character, but rather that he himself was six years old.

"But you have to be alive to enjoy it."

Zhao Xin's voice cracked with excitement. Song Yi got up from the bed and patted Zhao Xin on the shoulder:

"No problem, you can handle it."

Zhao Xin: ·······

"So what do I do now?"

Song Yi analyzed for Zhao Xin very seriously: "The level of the ghost on the first night won't be too high. You're already a level 30 player, so you can't rely on items to solve everything."

"You have to try to fight, improve yourself, and face danger. Only in this way can you make progress."

"Think about it, how long have you been stuck at level 30? Don't you feel like you've hit a bottleneck? I'm here to help you. Only by overcoming difficulties can you break through that bottleneck."

Zhao Xin: ...Although, "Why don't you try to overcome it?"

Song Yi looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Open your beautiful big eyes and look at me. I'm only six years old. Even if the patriarch possessed me, I'd only reach your chest at most. How could I possibly unleash my ultimate move?"

In fact, Song Yi wouldn't abandon Zhao Xin, but the henchmen around him had to be constantly improving so that they could keep up with his pace.

But if Zhao Meijuan's strength today exceeds that of an A-level, he will definitely call Zhou Yuyan and the others to help.

At midnight, the warm yellow light in the room turned red.

A knocking sound came from outside the door, and Song Yi and Zhao Xin both looked towards the door.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Zhao Meijuan, who is ranked A, has a head of gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, and bright red lipstick that looks like the work of someone suffering from Parkinson's disease.

Zhao Xin's heart tightened, while Song Yi remained calm and composed:

"Hey, only A-level, it's fine. Go out and fight her, and close the door behind you."

As Song Yi spoke, she turned off the red light by the bedside and then covered herself with the blanket.

"Good night."

Zhao Xin: Help! Someone please save me!

This was a night of progress for Zhao Xin.

Song Yi slept soundly, and when she opened the door early the next morning, Zhao Xin was standing there looking haggard.

He had three bloody marks on his face, a bruise around his eye, and several unseen areas on his body that were now aching.

Song Yi: "A person's potential needs to be stimulated. Look at you, you can already deal with an A-level vengeful ghost, so wouldn't it be a waste to put the peace talisman on the first night?"

Zhao Xin snorted coldly: "Thank you."

The next day, it was Lin Jing's daughter Jiang Youyou's birthday. In the evening, Jiang Youyou was going to hold a birthday party, and the Jiang family's backyard needed to be decorated. Because there weren't enough people, Zhao Meijuan asked all the children over ten years old from the orphanage to go and help.

As Jiang Tong was carrying things into the house, she happened to see her father giving Jiang Youyou a gift.

After losing his ex-wife and child, Jiang's father devoted all his love to Jiang Youyou.

He gave Jiang Youyou a white jewelry box. When Jiang Youyou opened it, a look of surprise appeared on her face. It turned out to be a diamond bracelet.

"Thank you dad."

Mr. Jiang affectionately patted Jiang Youyou's head, while Mrs. Lin Jing, the wealthy lady, wore a smile on her face.

She looked at the scene before her with satisfaction. All of this was something she had earned herself. Indeed, you have to fight for what you want.

Jiang Tong was carrying drinks to the kitchen when she saw this scene and was stunned.

She felt envious, wishing she could have a father and mother.

She has never celebrated her birthday in her entire life, and she doesn't even know when her birthday is.

While Jiang Tong was in a daze, he was suddenly slapped on the back.

Zhao Meijuan scolded, "Slacking off again! Slacking off again! Get back to work!"

Following Jiang Tong's gaze, Zhao Meijuan saw her daughter Lin Jing and Jiang Youyou. She snorted coldly:

"Envious, aren't you? Youyou is a rich girl, you can never compare to her with your lowly life."

A burning pain shot through her back, but Jiang Tong didn't say anything and continued carrying drinks to the kitchen.

Lin Jing looked towards the kitchen and saw that Jiang Tong looked quite pleased with her creation.

Mr. Jiang glanced at her and said, "That girl must be from the orphanage next door. She's about the same age as Youyou. Why don't we invite her to the party tonight?"

Lin Jing's expression changed upon hearing this:

“Honey, you don’t know, my mom said that Jiang Tong is dishonest and cunning. She said that a child like that will affect Youyou, so we shouldn’t have him.”

Jiang Youyou also said angrily, "How dare she come to a birthday party? We don't want her."

Mr. Jiang frowned: "Really? She doesn't look like it."

Lin Jing: "My mom watched her grow up from a young age, so she knows her best."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Jiang withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

Around 7 p.m., the backyard of the Jiang family was particularly lively.

Jiang Youyou's classmates all came, and some of her father's good friends also took the opportunity to come and give her gifts.

Jiang Youyou was showing off the diamond bracelet that her father had given her to her classmates.

"Wow, Youyou, this bracelet is so beautiful."

"My goodness, this must cost a lot of money, Youyou, your dad really loves you."

"Youyou is so lucky to have such a rich dad."

Surrounded by admirers, Jiang Youyou looked proud:

"That's right, my dad loves me the most."

At this moment, Jiang Tong, wearing an apron and carrying a tray, was bringing drinks into the living room when she accidentally slipped and spilled the entire tray of drinks on the floor.

The juice splashed directly onto Jiang Youyou's white dress, who was closest to her. Jiang Tong quickly apologized, but it was too late.

Jiang Youyou slapped Jiang Tong across the face, then dragged him to the storage room at the bottom of the stairs on the first floor and shoved him inside.

"You'd better stay inside and behave yourself."

After Jiang Youyou finished all this, she went upstairs to change her clothes and then continued to celebrate with her classmates.

Although it's called a storage room, it's actually filled with kitchen utensils. When Jiang Tong was crammed inside, her head would hit the floor when she stood up.

The storage room was completely dark, and she felt very wronged.

She stayed there motionless, thinking that Jiang Youyou would let her out once she calmed down.

A moment later, two voices suddenly rang out on the stairs.

Actually, one of the voices was very familiar; Jiang Tong recognized it as Dean Zhao Meijuan.

The other is her daughter, Lin Jing.

“That little slut Jiang Tong is looking more and more like her mother. You should try to keep her out of the Jiang family in the future.”

“What’s there to be afraid of? Jiang Wen doesn’t know that Jiang Tong is his daughter. He thinks his daughter is long dead, and they won’t find out.”