1 week passed.
To Yu Holea’s horror, the trending searches revolving around her didn’t die down, instead, they beca even more prominent.
What triggered the searches more was the release of her second movie.
The fans were touched by her acting and the character she had played.
They started to demand that she return to the entertainnt industry.
Even Yu Holea’s manager begged her to reply.
So of the fans even reached out to Yu Holea and asked her to return.
If Yu Holea said that she wasn’t touched, then it would be a lie.
Yu Holea sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through her phone. The video she had posted just an hour ago already had millions of views and thousands of comnts.
"I’m coming back," she had said in the video, smiling softly, though her voice was a little shaky. "Thank you for not giving up on ."
Her fans had gone wild. Hashtags like #YuHoleaReturns and #QueenIsBack were trending at the top.
Her manager had cried tears of joy, ssaging her a hundred heart emojis. ssages from fans poured in—so emotional, so funny, and all full of love.
But while the world outside was celebrating her return to the screen, Yu Holea’s own world had been shaken by sothing far deeper.
Just minutes before she had made the video, she had received a ssage from Qiao Jun. It wasn’t long.
No greetings, no explanations. Just a zip folder labeled "Truth."
She had opened it, not expecting much. But what she found left her breathless.
The first docunt was a WGS—Whole Geno Sequencing—report.
It clearly compared her DNA with Yu Lin, the man she had called "father" her entire life.
The results were stark and undeniable. She wasn’t his daughter.
Another docunt appeared, this one comparing her DNA with a man nad Ou Sheng. There was a 99.9% match. She was his daughter.
Yu Holea froze.
Ou Sheng.
The na was familiar only from newspapers and old corporate scandals. He had once been the head of the powerful Ou family, and his death had made national headlines.
More files followed. This ti, it was a short summary of Ou Sheng’s last days.
One month before Yu Holea was born, he had been in a severe car accident. He had died before he ever knew that soone he had once cared for had been pregnant with his child.
It was a cruel twist of fate.
After Ou Sheng’s death, mbers of the Ou family had begun investigating his heirs. When they found records of Yu Holea’s mother, they had confird that Yu Holea was likely his child.
There had been talks—notes, emails, and eting minutes all docunted in this file—that the family was preparing to acknowledge her.
She might have been brought in, introduced to the world as the true heir of Ou Sheng.
But then, sothing happened.
Ou Xiaoxiao had an accident.
After that, the Ou family completely cut off all ntion of Yu Holea. No letters, no ssages, no visits. As if she had never existed.
Why had they abandoned her after Ou Xiaoxiao’s accident? What did it an?
Was it jealousy? Fear? Or was there sothing darker at play?
She had spent her whole life thinking she was just unwanted. Now, it turned out she had been chosen, only to be erased again.
For a mont, she didn’t know how to feel.
But then again... these mysteries could only be answered by the Ou family.
Honestly, Yu Holea wasn’t curious.
Compared to the ti when she had been reborn in this world and craved love, Yu Holea was satisfied and didn’t have any wish to receive more love.
Yet considering that the Ou Family was in trouble and had an intention to acknowledge her, but didn’t do it because of the circumstances, she decided to help them.
.................
Today was an important day for the Ou family.
In the brightly lit living room of the Ou estate, tension filled the air.
Everyone sat around the glass table, dressed sharply in formal attire, their eyes filled with a mixture of hope and anxiety.
"As long as we win the bid today," Ou Lin said, his voice serious, "the Ou family can finally make a coback."
Ou Xiaoxiao’s eyes lit up with excitent.
She clapped her hands together and asked cheerfully,
"Really? If we do make a coback, can I buy those designer bags I liked?"
The mood in the room changed instantly.
Mr. Ou, Mrs. Ou, and Ou Lin all turned toward her with dark expressions.
It was as if her question had shattered their focus. Mr. Ou’s jaw clenched tightly, and Ou Lin gave a small sigh, rubbing his temple.
But none of them answered her. Instead, they chose to ignore her completely.
Turning back to business, Mr. Ou looked at his son.
"Are you sure no one saw the proposal other than you?"
Ou Lin nodded confidently, but then hesitated.
"Actually... there was one thing. A week ago, I accidentally left the file at ho for about thirty minutes. But I went back quickly and retrieved it.
Only Xiaoxiao was ho at that ti. Unless she sent it to soone else, there’s no way the bid could have been seen by outsiders."
All eyes slowly turned to Ou Xiaoxiao. Her face paled slightly.
She had sent the file to ng Nanhao. She knew it. But her heart pounded with fear and sha. Her voice shook as she shouted,
"I didn’t send it to anyone!"
Mr. Ou frowned deeply. Without another word, he turned to Ou Lin.
"Change the bid price, just in case."
Ou Lin nodded again.
Ou Xiaoxiao sat stiffly, confused. She didn’t quite understand what was going on, but her instincts scread that this was sothing big. Sothing dangerous.
She had to tell ng Nanhao.
So, she waited. Watched. Prayed they would leave her alone.
Mr. Ou and Ou Lin left shortly after to attend the bidding venue.
But Mrs. Ou didn’t budge. She stuck to Ou Xiaoxiao like glue, watching her every move. She even took her phone away, saying she didn’t want her distracted.
Ou Xiaoxiao grew increasingly anxious. Every minute felt like an hour.
Finally, Mrs. Ou excused herself to the bathroom.
Wasting no ti, Ou Xiaoxiao snatched her phone and quickly dialed ng Nanhao.
"Nanhao! I don’t have much ti!" she whispered.
"They think soone might’ve seen the bid. Ou Lin said he left the file on the table once, and only I was ho. They’re suspecting now. But I can’t tell them I sent it to you. Mother won’t leave alone. I... I have to go!"
She ended the call quickly as she heard the bathroom door open. Her hands trembled as she tucked the phone under the cushion.
On the other end, ng Nanhao was stunned.
He rushed to his father, ng Qingshan, and spilled everything. The mistake, the suspicion, the change in the Ou family’s plan.
ng Qingshan’s expression turned grim. "They’re sharp," he muttered. "They’ve probably figured out sothing’s wrong. We can’t afford to risk it. Change our bid price too. Increase it."
His assistants nodded and left quickly to make the adjustnts.
Back at the Ou household, Mrs. Ou’s phone rang. She stepped aside to answer it, speaking in hushed tones.
Ou Xiaoxiao strained to listen. She caught fragnts of the conversation: "decoy... representative... shift focus... win the project they desire."
Her eyes widened. It didn’t make sense, but it sounded important.
The mont Mrs. Ou was distracted, she typed a quick ssage to ng Nanhao:
"Mother just said words like decoy, representative, shift focus, and win project. I don’t know what it ans, but be careful!"
She hit send just before Mrs. Ou turned back to her.
At the bidding venue, ng Nanhao showed the ssage to his father. ng Qingshan frowned, reading the words carefully.
He was puzzled until they entered the South Land project venue and realized sothing shocking.
The Ou family’s representative was there.
Not Mr. Ou. Not Ou Lin.
Just a representative.
Normally, this would suggest that the Ou family wasn’t serious about the project.
They were backing out or didn’t see much value in it. It was a psychological tactic, often used to downplay a project’s importance.
ng Nanhao leaned in and whispered,
"Did they trick us? Maybe they really aren’t interested. Did we overreact?"
But ng Qingshan’s eyes lit up as the realization struck him.
"No. This is it. This is what they ant. It’s a decoy. They are interested in this project. They’re just trying to make us lower our guard by pretending it’s not their priority.
They want us to think they’re distracted elsewhere, but they’re planning to take this project quietly."
Just then, an assistant rushed to their side with breaking news.
"Sir, Mr. Ou and Ou Lin are attending a bidding event at West River District."
ng Qingshan gave a small, sharp laugh.
"There it is. They sent a representative here to make us think they were after another project. But their real target is this one. South Land. They want us to believe otherwise and back off."
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