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The Family 91

Chapter 91 It’s Getting Uncomfortable

“If I’m not mistaken, it unfolded at Westwood Mountain”

Jean arched her brow lightly as unease flickered in her eyes.

Easton couldn’t help but tilt his head and glance at her with a straight face.

Jean didn’t realize as she was still sunken in her emotions.

“Is that going to happen again? If yes, it will be a huge blow to Easton.”

Finished

Easton suddenly reached out his hand and patted Jean’s shoulder. With a faint smile on his face. he asked, “What’s on your mind?”

He gave her a friendly reminder and said. “The stream has started; don’t space out.”

Easton didn’t really take her concern to heart when she long foretold her downfall.

Instead of being concerned, Easton was being curious.

That’s how she got to foretell all that.

“Good morning, everybody Taylor once again came before everyone; his lips curled up as a habit, his eyes full of vitality like the morning sun.

“Good morning, Taylor” Some of the guests were still in their drowsy state; some were energetic, but they all responded to Taylor’s greetings positively.

Jean and Easton were the only two outsiders. They were lost in thought and said nothing.

With a smic on his face, Taylor asked, friendly. “How did everyone sleep? Getting used to it already!” as his gaze flicked between the guests.

The guests were being supportive as they raised their voices and answered.

Taylor, I aleg soundly

“It’s better than I thought

“Thanks to you, I get to have a good sleep

Jean and Eamon were mill the sindy two who come wiens They seemed out of place in the mudat of this merry aura

Although both of them fell asleep quickly and slegs squally last night, they couldn’t bring Ahemselves to say

After all, then Incang conditissos were prove poster than everyonar

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in that mud brick room with good airflow.

By now, quite a number of viewers had joined the live stream.

Comments started popping up.

Finished

“Poor Jean and Easton. They look like they haven’t been getting good sleep. They don’t look energetic at all:

“How do you expect them to sleep in such a mud brick room?”

Taylor, asking such questions is pricking Jean’s and Easton’s hearts.”

“It’s so hilarious, Jean and Easton have been keeping quiet. They don’t seem to sleep well.”

“I don’t think anyone can have a good sleep under such conditions”

“But they went to bed quite early yesterday, didn’t they? They don’t seem to complain at all.”

“They might look fine on the outside. Deep down, they may be cursing already.”

Poor Ginger siblings. Can’t the crew prepare a proper house for them sooner? I’m so heartbroken looking at them. I’ve never seen such a decrepit house.”

After simple greetings, Taylor cut to the chase on the topic, as he said, “A new day has begun. After half a day of adaptation period yesterday, today we’ll…

He paused for moment; the smile at the corner of his lips seemed to be hinting at something. Then he continued. Todaywe’re going to challenge something different.

The guests were unaware of the event today; only Jean knew. She eavesdropped on relevant information about the event later

The guests were all kept in the dark.

This entertaiment show was all about thrill. The guests didn’t have prior information on the schedule, not unl the tree announced it on the spot

Only under cundinoms withian prist preparation could the honest reaction of the celebrities be

observed.

Taylor was about to announce the schedule of the guests

Apoking imo the camera, he attouced excitedly all of a sudden, “Nearby Riverview Village, therea a mountain with a walled Westwood Moonsam Has anyone heard of it

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Dustin took the least and shock, bús bead as he said, “Taylor 1 hase no idea. Lin not an expect un geograpto 1 sruly don’t kun tha

Oine muuled as she scratched her head esuburanapudly and said, “I doura krisen either

Chapter 91 It’s Getting Uncomfortable

Julia’s crisp sound echoed in the air.

Finished

He glanced at Taylor and answered confidently, “There are a lot of natural caves in Westwood Mountain, and that is what it is famous for.”

Compliments flooded the comment section instantly.

“Impressive, Julia. She even knows about this.

“I’ve taken a liking to JuliaWhat a perfect girl.”

“I wish I had a younger sister like Julia; she’s so reliable.”

“That’s true. I feel that it would be a relief with her around.”

“It feels like Julia learned a lot of skills and is well–behaved. It seems that she is raised well. Could it be she is from a wealthy family?”

“She’s way better than those clueless fools. Even a young lady knows about Westwood Mountain, but not them.

“That being said, it’s the first time I’ve come across this Westwood Mountain. It is indeed not a famous spot.

“I don’t know about Riverview Village and Westwood Mountain either. It’s just natural that Olive and the others don’t know. Julia is pretty impressive to know this stuff.”

Hearing Julia’s answer, Taylor widened his eyes, feeling surprised. His eyes filled with contentment, and he said, “Julia is right. I never expected her to know this much.” 

Julia humbly pressed her lips together.

Raylan widened his eyes slowly and asked straightforwardly, “So we are going to Westwood Mountain today?”

Taylor nodded and said, “That’s right. Today, you guys are going for an adventure at Westwood

Mountain.”

“While we call it an adventure, the crew will be responsible for everyone’s safety. There will be professionals standing by at Westwood Mountain. They will offer a helping hand in case of danger. Taylor put away his smile and said in a serious expression.

Taylor continued. “The first guest who completes the adventure activity and arrives at the designated location gets to have a scrumptious feast and the right to exchange accommodation.”

Feast? Exchange accommodation?

Upon hearing these words, Jean clenched his fist excitedly.

As she thought of what she had for breakfast–a special dish prepared by Easton and plain bread

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She was craving a sumptuous meal!

Of course, the right to exchange accommodation is tempting as well.

This meant that they could exchange good houses from others for their mud brick house.

It’s a guaranteed win!

No one’s houses could be worse than theirs.

Easton was standing beside Jean as he listened to her inner words calmly.

He looked completely relaxed, giving off a sense of nonchalance.

Finished

Easton thought, You little rascalnever knew you meant it so much when you said you didn’t, both the dishes I prepared and the house we are staying in

For some reason, Easton felt a sense of defeat.

It turned out that his sister never liked it and felt so uncomfortable.

This made him start to feel uneasy as well.

Frankly speaking, he cared neither about the living conditions nor the food. But it was out of his expectation that Jean minded it more than he had imagined.

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The Family

The Family

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The Family

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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