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The Family 601

Chapter 601 Back Into the Wolf’s Den 

She was soaked to the bone, shivering from the cold

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The world outside was unfamiliar and desolate. With nowhere else to go, she took shelter under a bridge to rest and escape the rain

Exhausted and freezing, Jean’s vision was hazy

She bit her lip and forced herself to stay awake

Because if she fell asleep now, she might never wake up again

After surviving the first night, Jean had no choice but to search for food the next day

She had no money. Nothing at all

The people she passed on the street moved briskly, faces hurried and indifferent. She hesitated for a long time but couldn’t bring herself to ask anyone for help

Eventually, she spotted a pack of stray dogs in a corner

They were swarming a few dumplings on the ground, ready to tear them apart

Jean bit her lip. After a moment of inner struggle, she rushed forward, snatched one dumpling right from under the dogsnoses, and bolted

She had no idea how long she ran before stopping. She ducked into a corner, devouring the hardwon dumpling like a starving animal

She never imagined she’d fall so low that she’d be fighting dogs for food

But really, was there much difference

From the day she was born, she’d been living like a dog… 

Thinking of the pack of pups she just stole from, all she could do was apologize silently in her heart

She had to survive

Someday, when she had enough, she would make sure to feed the straysfeed them plenty

That single dumpling eased her desperation a little, but her life was still bleak

Wandering aimlessly through the streets, she suddenly felt lost

How was she supposed to build a stable life and survive in the long run

In the end, Jean collapsed from hunger. Her vision went black, and she fell to the ground

When she came to, she found herself lying on a wireframe bed

You’re awake?” 

In front of her was a woman with a face full of wrinkles

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Chapter 601 Back Into the Wolf’s Den 

Her skin was dark and yellowedclearly weathered by the sun and wind

Jean stared at her in a daze, unable to find the words

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But the woman looked at her gently. Poor childFrom now on, you’ll stay with me. Just rest. Don’t overthink things.” 

Luck had come sooner than Jean expected

She’d been taken in

The woman who adopted her was named Spring. She had a husbanda drunkard and a gambling addict

They’d been married for years but never had any children

Spring was only in her thirties, but she looked like she was in her forties or fifties

Her husband, a useless drunk who spent all day gambling, had racked up heavy debts. Every burden in their household fell on her shoulders

She worked at a breakfast stall in the morning, washed dishes in the afternoon, and when she had time at night, she sold goods on the street

It was during one of those street vending nights that she found Jean

Spring was a good personbut her husband, Wendle, was not

Besides drinking and gambling, he was violent

Wendle had no mercy when he beat his wife

Jean had seen it more than onceWendle, drunk out of his mind, lashing out like a madman at Spring

At first, Jean was terrified. All she could do was shrink into a corner, too scared to make a sound

But later, she couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She rushed out and stood between them, shielding Spring from the blows

That was when Wendle, who rarely stayed home and only returned to cause drunken chaos, finally noticed a stranger living in his house

Furious, he tried to hit Jean too. Spring jumped in to protect her, and they both ended up badly beaten

Jean never imagined that after clawing her way out of the orphanage’s pit, she’d fall straight into another terrifying wolf’s den

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The Family

The Family

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
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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