Chapter One: Waking Up to Find a Mother Out of Thin Air?
“My child, I am your mother.”
Fuxi awoke, blinking at the elegant woman before her, dressed in finery yet weeping bitterly. Wait, did she suddenly gain a mother after a nap?
She, the 1,102,204th junior disciple of the Celestial Sect, could neither cultivate nor refine pills. She possessed only brute strength and the ability to divine fate. It was common knowledge that cultivators despised fortune-telling, and after Fuxi’s persistent pestering, she was eventually ostracized by everyone.
But would Fuxi give up so easily? Determined to prove herself, she cast a divination for her own future. A bolt of heavenly lightning struck, and then—she was hit by a massive truck five thousand years later and sent to the hospital.
It was absurd, yet strangely logical.
Seeing the woman’s tears grow even more sorrowful, Fuxi’s raven-feather lashes quivered. “No, you must have mistaken me for someone else.”
Her master had always claimed she was a wild child found in the mountains, sprung from a crack in a stone!
The woman, Yu Fanrou, paused in surprise before sobbing harder. “I really am your mother. Here’s the paternity test.”
She was so sincere.
Fuxi studied her features carefully, and indeed saw the familial line connecting them. There was also a red-black thread of karma.
But even if they shared blood, Fuxi had no descendants. She could divine, but after exhausting her power to save herself, she was barely an ordinary Taoist now, fearful of another heavenly punishment.
Sensing Fuxi’s distrust, Yu Fanrou’s gaze suddenly shifted away, her mood difficult to suppress.
Fuxi: ?
Always crying—made of water, perhaps. Fuxi could never bear to see a woman cry.
“Alright, enough. Explain what’s going on.”
Yu Fanrou looked up, seeming a little afraid, but managed to recount the events clearly.
It started with Fuxi’s car accident. The hospital prepared the blood bank in advance, habitually cross-referencing blood types to assist in contacting family. Coincidentally, the hospital belonged to the Ye family, and the comparison brought them to the Ye clan.
Though Fuxi miraculously escaped unharmed, Yu Fanrou insisted on a paternity test. The result: Fuxi was indeed the Ye family’s daughter, and had no blood relation to the household she’d lived in.
Moreover...
All the previous paternity reports, over the years, had never indicated any issue.
She’d need to investigate further, but right now, bringing Fuxi home was more important. Yu Fanrou turned to her, voice trembling, “Will you come home with me?”
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Fuxi stared at the paternity report in her hand, her worldview utterly shaken.
So this was what five thousand years of technological progress looked like.
She looked up, slightly skeptical, “Are you also born from a crack in a stone?”
“Yes... I suppose,” Yu Fanrou replied, preferring to humor her.
“Alright, I’ll go with you.”
She needed to investigate how an ancient relic like herself ended up as Yu Fanrou’s daughter.
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In the car, Yu Fanrou gripped Fuxi’s hand tightly, her voice gentle, “Don’t be nervous, your father and grandfather will adore you, and your younger brother…”
Mentioning Ye Yan, Yu Fanrou’s words faltered.
As for Ye Zhixuan’s suggestion over the phone to rent an apartment, she ignored it.
Fuxi, glancing at her phone, responded perfunctorily, “Oh, maybe.”
Yu Fanrou fell silent, paying no attention to what Fuxi was doing with her phone, assuming she was simply playful.
But Fuxi watched intently. On the screen was a blurry surveillance video: a shadowy figure appeared suddenly, then was crushed beneath a truck’s wheels.
The headline was sensational:
“Reliable sources report a serious accident on Sincere Avenue! A woman seemingly appeared out of nowhere and collided with a truck. Strangely, she survived! Stay tuned for further updates…”
Watching herself be run over by a truck, Fuxi fell silent.
A few minutes later, Yu Fanrou’s cheerful voice reached her ear, “We’re here, let’s go inside. I’ll stay by your side.”
Fuxi turned off the phone and handed it back, following Yu Fanrou out of the car, mind occupied by the karmic thread she had seen.
Yu Fanrou was not purely virtuous, but neither was she evil; she shouldn’t be entangled in such dark karma, especially one tainted by death.
And that death was directly connected to Fuxi. Even if Yu Fanrou hadn’t acted herself, the consequence was hers to bear.
Lost in thought, Fuxi was interrupted by an angry, deep voice.
“How could you bring her back?”
Fuxi looked up, arching her brow at the man’s features.
Never before had she seen such a tangled web of karma.
In the living room, aside from Ye Zhixuan, the current head of the Ye family, his sister Ye Youlan was present, her expression unreadable as she gazed at the pair at the door.
Yu Fanrou, no longer timid in Fuxi’s presence, gave only a cold glance, still holding Fuxi’s hand as she walked in.
“I already told you over the phone, Fuxi is our daughter. Why shouldn’t she come home?”
“You acted without consulting me!”
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Ye Zhixuan’s expression was icy as he set his teacup down with a thud. “I said to rent a place outside first, and wait for the right moment.”
Yu Fanrou’s voice faltered, then she asked incredulously, “Ye Zhixuan, Fuxi is our daughter. You want her to live outside?”
Ye Zhixuan hesitated, weary. “That’s not what I meant…”
“Daughter? Father, does mother mean what I think she does?”
No one expected Ye Ning’an to suddenly appear, the butler behind her, holding a bowl of herbal medicine, her unfriendly gaze falling on Fuxi.
Ye Zhixuan was stunned. “An’an, no, she—”
“Yes,” Yu Fanrou replied coldly. “Fuxi is my daughter. You and I share no blood relation. I will find out why.”
Ye Ning’an frowned, looking to Ye Zhixuan.
Yu Fanrou’s bluntness surprised everyone. Ye Zhixuan looked awkward, seemingly at a loss for words.
Suppressing her anger, Yu Fanrou forced herself to speak. “Ye Zhixuan, is there something you can’t say? Must you put on this face?”
As she spoke, Ye Youlan, deep in thought, stood and smiled, playing the peacemaker.
“Sister-in-law, you shouldn’t say that. Even if she is your biological daughter, you can’t just bring her home without explanation. Besides…”
Her smile deepened, obvious disdain in her eyes.
Yu Fanrou had always had a poor relationship with her sister-in-law, and could barely tolerate her attitude, but would only question her husband.
“Ye Zhixuan, are you sure you want this? Disregarding the bond between husband and wife?”
Her words were harsh, repeated again and again. Ye Zhixuan, who felt he had already conceded, was now embarrassed in front of his family, and grew impatient.
“So what more do you want? She’s just a wild girl—I’ve already accepted her as family, she should be grateful. Do you understand? There are plenty who’d give anything to be a Ye.”
He’d investigated Fuxi’s background—some wild girl from the countryside, first time in the city and immediately hit by a truck. Clearly foolish.
Rumor had it she didn’t even know what a traffic light was. How could she be more valuable than Ye Ning’an?
Yu Fanrou’s eyes widened, staring at the unfamiliar man before her.
“Butler, prepare a room,” Ye Zhixuan ordered, avoiding her gaze.
“Yes, right away…” The butler pursed his lips, reluctant, preparing to call the staff.
Not once did anyone ask Fuxi’s opinion.
She couldn’t help but interrupt, her lovely almond eyes flashing with a smile. “What’s so special about your Ye family anyway? Why must I live here?”