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The Family 472

The Family 472

Chapter 472 Cherishing the Present 

This wasn’t about having some kind of savior complex

In a way, by saving them, Jean was also saving herself

At the very least, aside from the uncertain future, things weren’t so bad right now, were they

She was being treated with genuine kindness by the Ginger family. Maybe, once the real daughter returned, they’d go easyon her…. 

Maybe she wouldn’t end up with the same tragic fate as the original Jean

She stood up and slowly walked to the window, opening the glass pane

Her eyes looked out

Outside were lush green trees, bright and burning fields of flowers, grand and majestic buildingsbut most importantly- 

This was her home.” 

A place that held warmth

No matter what the future brought, no matter when Sarah would return, she wanted to cherish the days she had now

Live in the moment. Get along with these family members.Help them heal. That was one way to repay the care they’d shown her. And she’d prepare for her own future, make sure she was ready for anything

Jean let out a deep breath, her heart full and steady with strength

Of course, there was also a tiny part of her that was selfish- 

If the rest of her time in the Ginger family could be just as beautiful and moving as today… she couldn’t ask for more

Four years later

Jean had just finished her SAT

The classroom was a noisy mess

Everyone was packing up their books, faces lit with barely contained joy

Their brows were relaxed, carefree. Most were already chatting excitedly about vacation plans

At Stellarford, the high school was full of children born into privilege, kids whose futures had already b paved by their families. For them, the SAT was more of a formalitya ritual. Even if they didn’t get top scores, they still had the option of going abroad and more room for failure than the average student

Stellarford also had a university division, and students from its own high school received special perks- 

They could enter the university with slightly lower scores than others

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Chapter 472 Cherishing the Present 

No matter how you looked at it, these students didn’t need to worry about grades or results. Their future paths would always be wider than those of most kids.. 

So right after the exam, they left their stress behind and filled the classroom with lively chatter, none of it related to studying

Jean sat at her desk, calmly packing up her supplies

Hard to believeshe was about to enter her fifth year in this novel’s world.. 

The past few years had gone by smoothly

There was a long stretch of time when she hadn’t attended school

But eventually, boredom got the better of her, and she returned to class

New classmates, a new environmentwithout the previous cold shoulders and discrimination. It had been peaceful

She went on to enter Stellarford’s high school division without a hitch

The material wasn’t hard for her. She cruised through it easily, never scoring lower than second place in the entire grade. She became one of Stellarford’s top students

Her classmates only looked at her with admiration. No one disrespected or ignored her anymore

Jean had finally gotten to live a normal school life

Of course, she still hadn’t revealed her true identity to anyone

The fact that she was the Ginger family’s daughter remained a secret

And she liked it that way

She wanted a quiet life and didn’t want anything to disrupt it

After putting her things in order, Jean turned her head and looked out the window

On the smooth, clear glass, the reflection of a young girl’s face stared back at her

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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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