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The Family 88

Chapter 88 The Contrast

The argument in the livestream chat was still raging on, but Jean and Easton had no idea.

“This house…”

Finished

Jean was the first to break the silence, but after just those two words, she stopped, the hesitation. practically written all over her face.

She looked at Easton and gave two dry little laughs. “Easton, can you handle this?”

She’d figured the remaining houses would be rough, but she hadn’t expected it to be this bad.

Easton had probably never even stepped into a place like this in his entire life…

He pressed his lips together, showing no obvious emotion.

Inside, though, he found it kind of funny. Now you’re worried about me?

Just a second ago, she’d been all carefreeacting like it was no big deal. What, having change of heart now? Cute.

Though Easton had grown up in comfort and never really suffered, once he’d entered the entertainment industry, he’d shot scenes in some pretty rough conditions.

He wasn’t as sheltered as people thought. And he was surprisingly good at adapting to new situations; nothing ever seemed to really throw him off.

This mud–walled house–sure, he’d never stayed in one before–but it wasn’t something he couldn’t handle.

Honestly. Easton knew himself well. His ability to accept discomfort always depended on his

mood.

And luckily, he was in a pretty good mood today. So even this shabby little place didn’t feel so bad. If it had been any other day, there was no way he’d have had the patience to walk in.

Why am in such a good moodWeirdBeing with Jean just makes me feel better. Easton couldn’t help. glancing over at the girl beside him.

“Of course I can handle it,” he said with a shrug and a smile. “The real question is, can you?” 

Jean let out a quiet sigh of relief. Thank God he’s not mad. I was so scared he’d resent me for making him stay in a place like this… As long as he’s okay with it.

Easton noticed the look on her face and smirked. Always overthinking everything. What funny little thing.

Jean tugged at the corner of her mouth, relaxing little. “Of course I can. I can sleep anywhere.”

12:55 PM

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Finished

With that, the two of them picked up their luggage and headed into the mud–walled house, one after the other.

At that same moment-

Twitter’s trending page was practically owned by “Behind the Spotlight.

The hottest topics were Easton, and the two rookie guests-

Julia and Jean. These two little girls, with their completely opposite approaches and attitudes, had the internet in a frenzy.

“Kids like Julia, who work hard and take things seriously, are the ones who deserve praise.”

“Julia’s got the right attitude–no slacking. She blows Jean out of the water.”

“Jean’s not even slacking. She’s just a laid–back kid. No need to be so vicious.”

“Easton’s carrying the bags, buying her popsicles, and now he’s stuck in a mud house with her? I can’t stand her.”

“Can she stop dragging Easton down already? I’m speechless.”

“I don’t like her either. Everyone keeps calling her cute–I’m honestly sick of it.”

“Poor Easton. Got stuck with a partner like her.”

“I’m crying for Easton. Can he even handle such a terrible house? I feel so bad.”

“If only Easton had been paired with Julia.”

“Julia’s reliable and capable. That’s what a good partner looks like.”

“Can you chill? Jean hasn’t actually done anything wrong. She just chose not to kill herself trying. Is that so bad?

“Honestly, I do think Jean’s cute. She reminds me of my little sister. I’d buy her popsicles too.”

“Some of y’all need to calm down. I’m really enjoying the show. Where they sleep doesn’t matter

-I love watching their dynamic. It’s sweet and natural.”

The internet couldn’t stop arguing, and just like that, Jean became the most talked–about contestant on “Behind the Spotlight“-second only to Easton himself.

Some people hated her. Others adored her. The controversy and attention went hand in hand, and Jean ended up famous for being hated and loved.

Jean, of course, was completely unaware. Her phone had been confiscated, and she had no way to check the internet even if she wanted to.

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If it looked had from the outside, the inside looked even worse.

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The walls were darkened with mysterious stains, uneven smears of black spread over patches of gray and white.

The owner had let them two beds–bare wooden boards. The kitchen was equipped with a giant iron por that had to be heated with firewood. No gas stove,

And word of all there was no bathroom. No toilet, either.

They’d have to use a public restroom and shower.

The fans‘ comments were still flooding in.

“I don’t think it gets worse than this…”

“This place is terrifying. I’d rather sleep on the ground outside”

“Easton, Jean, can you please ask for a different place? It hurts to see you two living like this”

“But I do kinda wanna see Easton tough it out here. There’s something fascinating about it.”

“Same. This is wild and kinda fun to watch.”

As night fell, it was time for dinner.

For every team of guests, the most pressing issue now was cooking a meal. Ingredients could be bought from local farmers, foraged from nearby fields, or found in the house–if they were lucky.

Julia, always efficient, quickly gathered everything she and Olive needed. The two of them got straight to work.

Her movements were practiced and smooth–she looked both capable and obedient. Julia’s mom, Emily, had started teaching her to cook when she was very young.

Partly because Emily wanted her daughter to grow up to be a good homemaker—and partly because she hoped Julia would one day cook delicious meals for Matheo and win his affection.

At this moment, the chat lit up in admiration.

“Julia is amazing. I like her more and more.”

“She’s so young but knows so much! I’m older than her and nowhere near as good, ugh.”

“Let’s give it up for Julia. What a talented little girl!”

“Go Julia! You’re my favorite”

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“Jean’s so useless; of course it’s a comparison.”

“Jean’s cuteness is enough. Julia just works harder, that’s all, lol.

“Can y’all stop fighting? This whole place feels toxic.”

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Meanwhile, Jean and Easton were sitting face to face on small stools inside the mud–walled. house

They stared at each other in silence.

The livestream feed had just switched to them.

“What are we eating tonight?”

Easton rested his cheek on his hand, smiling lazily as he looked across at his sister.

Jean blinked and answered honestly, “I’m fine with anything.”

“I just noticed,” Easton said, glancing around with a calm voice, “this house has two carrots and a chunk of cured pork. That should be enough.”

Jean wasn’t picky at all. She immediately nodded, a faint smile forming at her lips. “Sure. That sounds good.”

Easton’s smile deepened. His eyes glinted as he locked onto Jean.

“Well then, here comes the real question–who’s cooking?” 

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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