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The Family 87

At that moment, Jean and Easton had wandered over to the freezer in the convenience store.

Jean kept her head down, carefully picking through the options until she finally settled on a strawberry popsicle.

She turned to Easton, who was getting ready to pay, and blinked at him. “Easton, aren’t you getting one?”

Easton tilted his head and glanced at her, the corners of his eyes creasing with a smile. “Nope. I’m living frugally so I can save money for you.”

Jean’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. He’s getting way too into this act. Hah. Keep pretending all you want; let’s see how long you can keep this up. Don’t think I don’t know you’re full of it.

Easton simply kept smiling, saying nothing more as he leisurely paid for Jean’s popsicle.

“Omg Easton is spoiling her so hard. I wanna swap places with Jean, I’m crying.”

“Easton, will you buy me a popsicle too?”

“You two are just too cute together.”

“Take your time, seriously. I love watching you guys stroll like it’s a walk in the park.”

“Their interactions are adorable–I could watch them forever.”

Meanwhile, the camera cut back to the main group. Raylan, at the front of the pack, had followed the map and reached what looked like the best self–built rural house available. The place was modern, spacious, and well–equipped with a kitchen and bathroom.

Raylan couldn’t have been more pleased.

The homeowner came out to greet him personally.

“I’m the first one here, right?” Raylan asked with a grin, not wanting someone else to have beaten

him to it..

“Yep, you’re the first.” The homeowner was an old man, lively and alert, smiling with narrowed eyes and speaking slowly.

“Perfect. I’m gonna take good care of this place.” Joy practically burst from Raylan’s eyes as he turned to the camera and flashed a huge peace sign.

“Raylanyou lucky dog!”

“Can’t believe you beat everyone here—respect.”

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“Don’t hate me, but I kinda want to see Easton in doghouse.”

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“That’s obviously a joke. No way the crew actually set up a doghouse. But yeah, Easton’s not getting any of the nice spots. Hope he’s okay with that.

“He seems chill about it; still buying popsicles for Jean.”

“I love how slow and steady those two are. I could watch them forever–so cute.”

Same here, hehe.”

At that exact moment, the camera cut to Julia and Olive. Julia strode ahead, practically gliding. even with heavy luggage in hand; her pace never slowed.

In contrast, Olive–despite being an adult–was struggling to keep up behind her.

The kid walked so fast, Olive realized she couldn’t even outpace a child.

She was slightly out of breath, doing her best not to fall behind.

The sun still burned overhead, making her sweat at the brow.

“Olive looks like she’s reaching her limit.”

“These two are really pushing themselves… kinda heartbreaking to watch.”

“You should take note from Easton and Jean.”

“Our laid–back duo really is living the dream–no stress at all.”

“Still, props to Julia and Olive; they deserve encouragement for going all out.”

Following the map, Julia and Olive also arrived at the nicest self–built house.

Unfortunately, Raylan was already standing at the door, waving at them with a squinting grin full of mischief. “Sorry! Haha, I beat you to it!”

“You’re way too fast!” Olive’s eyes widened, surprised and a little disappointed.

Raylan nodded enthusiastically. “Gotta hustle if you want a good night’s sleep.”

Olive dropped her gaze; a flicker of defeat crossed her eyes. She glanced at Julia and asked quietly. “Julia, so what now…?”

Julia had already pulled out the map. Despite her young age, her expression was calm and composed–mature beyond her years. She studied the map carefully for half a minute before speaking clearly. “We’ll head east. There’s another place there that’s decent–not as good as this one, but still pretty nice.”

“Julia’s like a little grown–up–so mature.”

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“Honestly, I prefer this kind of serious, snart kid to Jean, who only knows how to eat popsicles”

“What’s your problem? She’s just eating a popsicle”

“Seriously! I’ve been annoyed with her for a while. Doesn’t do anything and still gets called cute.”

“Only cause she’s with Easton. If she were paired with anyone else, people would’ve been dragging her already”

“What? Jean is cute. Why are y’all being so mean?”

“You really gonna say nobody can criticize her just ‘cause she’s cure?”

“She’s holding Easton back. I don’t like her either. I just don’t say anything out of respect for Easton.”

“Chill out! She’s just a kid. Y’all are being harsh.”

“I love their interactions–they’re sweet. If you don’t like it, don’t watch.”

Suddenly, the livestream chat exploded with arguments over Julia and Jean. Meanwhile, Julia and Olive had hurried to another self–built house in a rural area.

It was a single–story home, and not as nicely decorated as Raylan’s place.

Still, they were satisfied; despite the modest decor, the house had everything they needed.

Way better than the mud–walled houses, at least. The two of them finally let out a sigh of relief and moved in cheerfully with their luggage.

Back on the other side, Jean was nibbling her popsicle while leisurely following behind Easton.

They continued strolling at their slow pace. Easton studied the map and led them toward the nearest accommodation–one that already looked pretty rough from the outside.

But at this point, they didn’t have much choice.

Jean trailed behind him, and the two of them wandered all the way to their destination like they were on a casual outing.

Sure enough, the place was in bad shape. Standing side by side, Jean and Easton raised their eyes. and stared at the mud–walled house in front of them.

The air went still for a few seconds. They both pressed their lips together and fell silent.

The chat immediately exploded with laughter.

“Look at these two dummies–bet they’re regretting everything now.”

“HahaI’m dying. That’s what you get for being so slow.”

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12:55 PM d.

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“Ugh, Jean is the worst. Totally dragging Easton down.”

“Why are people getting so worked up? This is great for the show. It’s hilarious.”

“I think it’s cute–what’s gross about it?”

“Jean just rubs me the wrong way.”

“Can you stop with the insults? She’s an adorable kid.”

“Seriously? This scene was hilarious and cute–what’s there to be mad about?”

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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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