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The Family 20

Chapter 20 She Sang, They Schemed.

Jean was still smiling. Not even trying to hide it. She leaned back like this whole thing was beneath her.

“But it was funny,” she said with an innocent shrug.

That song wasn’t even difficult, Jean thought. How is Lacey butchering it this bad? She’s literally turning it into a comedy act.

And she was supposed to sit there and endure it? On repeat?

She had already been holding it in..

This time, she just couldn’t.

“You know how hard that song is? If you tried, you’d probably crash even harder than Lacey!”

Someone jumped in, clearly offended on Lacey’s behalf.

“She probably doesn’t even know how to sing. Come on, look at her. You think she’s got any kind of talent?”

“Lacey, ignore her. Jean’s just bored and being petty. Stirring the pot because she’s got nothing better to do.”

Jean let out a short snort and replied without missing a beat.

You guys

serious? If I can’t sing, then nobody in this room can.

She said it like it was the most obvious fact in the world, lounging there like she didn’t have a care.

That smug confidence? It made Lacey’s blood boil.

Pho does she think she is?

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Lacey had never heard Jean sing a note in her life. The girl couldn’t even hold a proper conversation most days. She was a non–factor. A nobody. And now she was laughing like she owned the place?

Lacey’s fingers curled into a tight grip, but her face didn’t flinch.

“Oh yeah?” Her voice stayed smooth as she tilted her chin“Then let’s hear it. Show us what you’ve got

The rest of the group didn’t hesitate to back her up.

“Yeah, you talk big. Time to prove it.”

“Everyone can talk. Not everyone can deliver.”

“Bet she’s tone–deaf and bluffing. And she has the nerve to mock Lacey? At least Lacey got some of it right. Jean wouldn’t even. survive the first line.”

Hannah glanced around at the classroom, where tension was thick in the air. She let out a quiet sigh and shook her head. There wasn’t much she could say here.

These students weren’t average kids. Every single one of them had money, influence, or both. She couldn’t afford to step on

any fors.

Jean, are you singing or not? If you’re not, then shut your mouth and stop dragging everyone

down!” 

Jean blinked, looking wide–eyed and harmless. Then she stood, strolled to the center of the room, tilted her head, and smuled like she was already three steps ahead.

“What if I sing it perfectly? What will you all do then?”

Till give you a real apology. No jokes, someone replied instantly

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She had memorized the entire song the first time she heard it. As soon as she opened her mouth, the melody came out effortlessly.

In Jean’s past life, life had been tough–so she’d learned how to survive by performing

Money didn’t come easy. So she hustled, picked up every trick and talent she could. Anything to earn a living.

And deep down, she’d always known-

wasn’t crctly average.

Compared to other kids her age, she was just built different.

Now her voice rang out through the rehearsal hall, soft but strong, as if singing came as naturally as breathing. She looked completely relaxed, barely trying, yet every note glided effortlessly into the next–haunting, smooth, and breathtaking

The high notes Lacey kept crashing into? Jean hit them like they were nothing.

The transitions Larry botched every time? Jean didn’t even flinch.

Her voice was smoother, more technical, more emotional. She didn’t just sound good–she sounded like an angel. Like someone who had stood onstage a thousand times and made people cry from the back row.

The room went dead quiet.

Everyone just stood there, stunned. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. One part shocked, one part enchanted- they were frozen, speechless, completely thrown off by what had just happened.

As the last note faded into silence, Jean wrapped up the song with everyone still frozen in place.

“All done,” she said, shrugging like she’d just finished tying her shoes.

Then her eyes cut straight toward the group hovering around Lacey.

So? Where are those apologies?”

That snapped the rooth awake..

It felt like they’d just woken up from a dream–something too surreal to process and too stunning to ignore.

“You sound that good and you’re not in the choir?” Hannah was the first to react. She looked like she’d just stumbled upon buried treasure

The rest of the room, Lacey included, stayed quiet. Tight–lipped. Awkward.

No one wanted to admit Jean had blown them away. And definitely not to her face.

I just sing for fun joining the choir never crossed my mind Jean said with a light tone.

“I

She looked over at Lacey and her crew again. Not a word. Not a single sorry

Figures, jean thought, eyes flashing with something colder.

Privileged brats Always so wird to being right they forget how to admit when they’re not. Even when they know they’re in the wrong, they’d rather bite their tongues than show a sliver of humility

Tim going to the bathroom,” she said flatly, not bothering to spare them another glance

She stepped out into the hallway, gave a quick glance toward the restroom signand started walking. She was calm and

Fight then, as soon as Jean stepped out, Lacey rushed straight over to the recording equipment in the commer

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Lacey didn’t answer right away. She was busy digging through the system.

There it was.

Jean’s entire song–recorded from start to finish. Every single note. Captured clean and sharp,

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The room had been dead silent when Jean sang, which made the audio crystal clear–no interference, no noise. Just that voice.

Excitement flashed in Lacey’s eyes. She looked up at Hannah, her voice rising with energy.

“Ms. Hannah, I’ve got an idea. I know how we can pull off the singing scene–perfectly.”

Everyone started crowding around. Hannah looked confused, waiting for the rest.

What was she going to suggest?

“There’s no way I can nail that song live during the finals,” Lacey said coolly, like she’d already rehearsed this plan in her head.

“But I don’t have to actually sing. I’ll just lip–sync on stage while we play Jean’s recording in the background. Her voice was recorded just now, and the quality’s perfect. We can totally use it”

Everyone stared at her, stunned.

Lacey wanted to fake it? Onstage? With Jean’s voice?

“Wait…” Hannah’s face went pale with shock.

She fumbled for words. But… what if Jean finds out we used her recording without asking”

“She won’t. We’ll keep practicing like usual so she doesn’t get suspicious. Then when the final performance comes, we swap in her recording. Even if she figures it out, it’ll be too late. The moment will already belong to me. Lacey cut in, all confidence and control.

Not only would that solve Lacey’s singing problem.

She’d also get to take the spotlight with Jean’s flawless vocals.

Just imagining the applause made her smile widen without thinking.

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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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