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Chapter 602 The Fatal Blow 

Jean could’ve walked away. Wendle couldn’t actually do anything to her

But she couldn’t bear to leave Spring behind

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Spring had treated her with kindness. Without her, Jean might’ve died on the street, unnoticed and unloved

A person should have a conscience. If she turned her back and ran, what would happen to Spring

Jean couldn’t walk away in good conscience. She couldn’t abandon the woman who saved her

So she stayed, enduring the hardships with Spring

Getting hit by Wendle became a regular occurrencebut at least it took some of the beatings off Spring. Things weren’t as brutal for her as they used to be

Just when it seemed like this nightmare would never end, a turning point cameWendle, drunk again, beat someone to death

This time, he was taken away by the police. Odds were, he’d die in prison

Neither Jean nor Spring shed many tears over it. If anything, Jean felt relieved

She thought that now, with Wendle gone, life might finally turn a corner

But fate dealt her a crueler blow

Spring was diagnosed with breast cancer. She needed immediate surgery

It felt like Jean’s whole world collapsed

Thankfully, Spring had some savings tucked awayenough to cover the operation

But then what

Even with surgery, cancer could return. There was no telling how long Spring had left

Jean was filled with dread, but she never let it show. She had to keep Spring calmhad to give her confidence and strength

After the surgery, Spring rested for a while

During that time, Jean took over her street vending to bring in whatever little money she could

Eventually, Spring went back to work, and Jean was sent to school

Spring wanted her to study hard, to get a good diplomasomething she never had. She didn’t want Jean to follow in her footsteps

Even while going to school, Jean flidn’t slack off. She noticed the boys in class were all hooked on a game called League of Legends. To rank up faster, many of them were paying pros to play on their accounts

Toptier boosters were in high demandand expensive. Some earned thousands of yuan per hour

That got Jean thinking

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Chapter 602 The Fatal Blow 

She wanted to try boosting. But they didn’t have a computer

After some thought, she decided to keep it from Spring and took on odd jobs to save up

Once she had enough, she bought a secondhand computer

It was old, but the specs were decent enough to run the gameand most importantly, it was cheap

Of course, it didn’t take long for Spring to notice the new computer

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Jean lied, saying a classmate had given her their old one. Spring believed her without much suspicion

Soon, Jean downloaded League of Legends

To her surprise, the game was easy to learnor maybe she just had a natural talent for it

She picked it up fast, beat levels, climbed ranks, and reached the higher tiers at a pace that left others in the 

dust

All of it was groundworkfor becoming a booster

She started taking orders

At first, as an unknown newcomer, it was hard to get clients

But Jean priced her services low, which attracted a few bargainhunters

Her first boost job? She went wild in the gamecompletely dominatedand made a name for herself overnight

After that, the orders came pouring in. She raised her prices accordingly

For the first time in her life, Jean was making real money

But she didn’t grow arrogant or slack off

Because she knew she needed a lot morenot just for her own future, but for whatever medical costs Spring might face down the road

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Summary & Review: The Family

Jean Ginger was dead. A self-made woman who achieved financial freedom before thirty, her life was cut short in a tragic car accident. But instead of fading away, Jean woke up in an unfamiliar, overly frilly bedroom surrounded by stuffed toys. Her head throbbed as strange memories began flooding her mind — memories that weren’t hers. Within moments, Jean realized the unbelievable truth: she had transmigrated into the world of a book she once mockingly read online, The Real Heiress Awakens.

The story she remembered was an outrageously dramatic one about a poor girl named Sarah who discovered she was actually the real daughter of a wealthy family, the Gingers of Blairford. In her first life, Sarah had suffered greatly — betrayed, humiliated, and married to the wrong man. But after being reborn, she vowed to take back everything that had been stolen from her. She returned to the Gingers, exposed the impostor who had been living her life, and won over her powerful birth family and their love. Not only that, she even stole back her impostor’s fiancé — the male lead of the story.

It was a total wish-fulfillment fantasy: revenge, romance, and the triumphant rise of the “real” heiress. But for Jean, it was a nightmare — because she had been reborn as the fake heiress who loses everything by the end of the novel. Even worse, this character’s name was also Jean Ginger.

Still dazed, Jean checked herself in the mirror and nearly screamed. She wasn’t just the doomed heiress — she was thirteen years old. Her tall, elegant body was gone, replaced with short, chubby limbs and a round, childish face. On the bright side, she was years away from the events that would destroy her life. The real heiress hadn’t shown up yet.

Just as she was processing her situation, her phone pinged. It was a bank notification — $70,000 had just been deposited into her account. Jean blinked, counting the zeros again and again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Seventy thousand dollars. For a monthly allowance.

Her pain, confusion, and panic melted away in an instant. In her past life, she had worked herself to exhaustion for every dollar. Now she was rich — effortlessly. She didn’t have to hustle, fight, or struggle. The only thing she had to do was exist.

“Fake heiress?” she thought with a shrug. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

Jean quickly decided she wasn’t going to challenge the real heroine or get involved in any melodramatic family battles. She knew how the story would end — the Ginger family would fall into chaos, her brothers would lose their minds, and Sarah would rise as the hero who brought them down. There was no point trying to change fate. Instead, Jean made up her mind: she would relax, play the role of a harmless background character, and enjoy her wealthy lifestyle until the plot killed off the Gingers. By that time, she’d be long gone — comfortably rich, maybe even checked into a luxury psychiatric ward if that’s what it took to survive.

But peace never lasts.

Outside her room, she heard a maid calling her name, saying that dinner was ready but she hadn’t responded. Then another voice answered — calm, deep, and commanding. It belonged to Dominic Ginger, the eldest brother of the Ginger family. The moment he entered, Jean instinctively grabbed a plush bunny and held it to her chest like a shield.

Dominic was everything his reputation promised — tall, cold, and intimidating, with sharp features that could have been carved from marble. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that looked more appropriate for a business meeting than a family dinner.

Jean’s eyes darted up at him. Even though she was technically his little sister now, he looked like a completely different species. She knew from the novel that Dominic was the strict, emotionless type — a perfectionist who treated family like subordinates. He was one of the five Ginger brothers who would later become antagonists in the story, each powerful and broken in their own way.

Still, Jean decided to play innocent. She widened her eyes, her pigtails bouncing, her cheeks pink, and clutched her bunny tighter. She looked like a lost doll — the perfect image of a fragile, harmless child.

Dominic’s icy voice broke the silence. “Dinner. Now.”

Jean blinked. He talks? she thought, startled. In the original story, Dominic barely spoke unless necessary. Her inner monologue continued, mocking his stiffness — but before she could stop herself, something strange happened.

Dominic’s gaze sharpened, and he responded quietly, as if answering an invisible question. “I just got back from work.”

Jean froze. She hadn’t said anything out loud. That meant — he could hear her thoughts.

Panic hit her like a truck. She quickly forced a nervous laugh and said aloud, “Oh, okay…” trying to cover her shock. But inside, her mind was spinning. What kind of weird twist was this? Was Dominic telepathic now? This wasn’t in the book!

Dominic, meanwhile, looked just as confused. His jaw tightened as he studied the small girl in front of him. He was sure he’d heard her voice in his head — clear, childish, and slightly sarcastic — but her lips hadn’t moved. It made no sense.

The tension between them filled the air. Jean tried to smile sweetly, pretending to be the clueless little sister, while her inner voice screamed at herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to let her thoughts run wild if her cold, powerful brother could actually hear them.

Still, beneath the fear, another thought flickered in her mind — maybe this was her chance. If Dominic could hear her thoughts, maybe she could use it to her advantage. After all, she knew the future of every character in this story. And she wasn’t going to end up in a psych ward this time.

Not if she played her cards right.

For now, though, Jean did what any smart person would do when facing a dangerously perceptive older brother who might read minds: she smiled, hugged her bunny tighter, and quietly followed him to dinner — already scheming about how to survive in this ridiculous new world where fiction had become her reality.

Because if there was one thing Jean Ginger was good at, it was surviving — and making money while doing it.

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