The Real Miss is a Genius Taoist Master

“This is Xixi? Come, come here!” Yang Wenqiu stood up excitedly when she saw her.

Tang Xi didn’t move from her spot. She flipped through this novel so she only knew the general plot. There were many details she couldn’t recall, but she felt a slight sense of alienation when she saw her family.

It’s ridiculous to think this pair of husband and wife have sincere love and affection for this biological daughter of theirs. Yang Wenqiu sent a driver and a housekeeper to pick her up instead of herself, she would rather spend at least two hours putting on that makeup. Beside her, Tang Zhenying kept glancing at his watch every thirty seconds. Assistant Zhang standing at the side also looked impatient.

Tang Xi looked at her father with a frown, ‘Just leave if you have something to do, your heart is not here anyway, why force yourself to sit and act in this affectionate father and daughter play.’

Needless to say, the two brothers Tang Zhan and Tang Zhao, one typing on a laptop, the other playing games on his phone, didn’t spare a glance at their biological sister who finally returned after sixteen years.

Tang Xi felt a trace of grievance and anger floating from the bottom of her heart. It was not her emotions, but the original owner’s. She sighed, feeling indignation for the original owner.

In the novel, Tang Xi painstakingly studied the knowledge completely different from her 16 years of life, meticulously took care of everyone in the family to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep, and tried her best to adapt to this new environment. Her only wish was to integrate into this family one day. But no matter how hard she tries; they still think of her as an embarrassment and as someone who brought shame to their family. In their hearts, only Tang Jing is their beautiful daughter who made them proud, their little sister who they have to spoil and adore.

How could Tang Xi not want to be the young miss of a prestigious family, receive the best education, best resources, and live a privileged life if she had a choice? Who would be willing to work several jobs a day if they can wear the latest designer skirts from Milan Fashion Week and spend their time playing the piano gracefully?

“Well, Xixi has already returned, we’ll have plenty of chances to spend time in the future.” Tang Zhenying got up and patted his wife on her shoulder, “I have to go, I still have something to do at the company. Ah Zhao, go pick up Jingjing in the afternoon. Let’s all have dinner together tonight.”

“Go it.” Tang Zhao answered without looking up.

“Come Xixi, mom will take you to see your room.” Yang Wenqiu affectionately took Tang Xi’s hand and led her to the second floor.

Tang Xi’s body stiffened, then slowly relaxed. As she went upstairs, she kept glancing back to the entrance.

When Tang Zhenying went out with Zhang Zixiu, she saw a black foggy figure clinging onto his back.

It was a bad luck ghost, similar to a jinx; something might have happened in his company. but this bad luck ghost seemed to have formed recently which means it couldn’t cause any physical harm. She doesn’t need to deal with it for now.

*****

“Xixi look, mom decorated your room for you, do you like it?” Yang Wenqiu asked as she pushed open a door on the second floor.

Tang Xi immediately felt her eyes stinging.

Soo —- Pink!

Pink walls, pink curtains, pink furniture plus a huge princess bed filled with dozens of limited-edition Hello Kitty dolls…

On the other side, Yang Wenqiu opened the closet and pulled her over, then gestured as if bestowing her priceless treasures, “I prepared the clothes according to this year’s fashion. Just throw away your old clothes, okay?  You don’t need those trash anymore.”

Tang Xi held her forehead. Inside, there were all kinds of fluffy dresses with price tags still attached, which all looked very experience at first glance. Unfortunately, not everyone could look pretty wearing this kind of macaron pink Lolita tutu dress. The original owner, who grew up in a small village, naturally lacked self-confidence, these kinds of clothes don’t suit her at all. No wonder her classmates made fun of her when they see her wearing these dresses, ‘a country bumpkin won’t turn into a princess even if she dresses up.’ It did not help that there was an “elegant and graceful” Tang Jing standing next to her as a comparison.

“Come try them out!” Yang Wenqiu took out a small light blue lace dress and put it against Tang Xi’s body, frowning disgustingly at her cheap shirt and jeans.

“I’m feeling tired, I want to rest first.” Tang Xi said quickly without taking the dress.

Tang Xi’s words immediately put a damper on Yang Wenqiu’s interests. She put down the dress on the bed, “We’re having dinner at six, remember to change into new clothes and come downstairs before then.”   

“Okay.” Tang Xi obediently responded. She immediately closed the door after sending her away.

She rolled her eyes after scanning this “princess” room again before putting her bag down in the corner. She then sat down in front of the desk, and opened the drawer —

‘Bang!’ She immediately slammed the drawer shut.

…

‘Dong!’

‘Dong! Dong!’

The drawer shook and made a wired sound as if getting a fright.

She stared at the drawer silently for a long time.

‘Dong Dong Donggg!!’ The drawer shook even more violently.

Tang Xi fiercely opened the drawer and fished out a small wooden puppet pinched between her two fingers. With her right hand, she quickly drew something in the air and smacked it into the puppet’s body.

‘Thud.’ The puppet immediately stopped moving and turned back into a crudely crafted wooden toy.

“Really, what kind of world is this? Where did all these ghosts come from?!” Tang Xi threw the puppet back into the drawer, slammed it shut, and drew a three-layer seal.

This was suppose to be a cliche romance novel; there was no mention of supernatural events in the novel at all. So where did all these ghosts come from? And if these ghosts existed from the start, then how did these people live in this place for so long without any accidents?