"My name is Liu Yutong, an unpopular intern lawyer and a struggling novelist. But it doesn’t matter—because I’ve been reborn, and in this life, I’m determined to reclaim everything that’s rightfully mine!"
"But right now, I urgently need help from a kind soul. Just send me 500 bucks, and I’ll definitely take you to new heights..."
"Wait, no—wrong script. The real issue is that I’ve run into some gangsters. A dozen menacing delinquents with dyed hair have cornered me on my way back to school, insisting I’m some mafia boss’s daughter and trying to drag me away."
"If any kind-hearted soul can rescue me from this mess, I swear I’ll buy you a fruit basket when you’re in the hospital!"
"Young Miss, come with us. The gang is leaderless now, and you’re the only rightful heir," said the man at the forefront, who had strikingly sharp features.
His expression was cold and detached, his gaze piercing—clearly not someone to mess with.
Liu Yutong was on the verge of tears. "You’ve got the wrong person! I’m really not some young miss—I’m just an ordinary student. Please let me go!"
She wanted nothing to do with these gangsters.
In her past life, she’d been a lawyer, after all. She knew all too well how things ended for people like them.
Those massive anti-crime crackdowns had sent countless underworld bosses to their graves.
Besides, she genuinely wasn’t some mafia princess—just a girl from the countryside with a tragic backstory.
One sentence summed it up: a gambling-addicted father, a mother who abandoned the family, a lazy older brother, and herself, a victim of school bullying.
Why had she become a lawyer in her past life?
Wasn’t it to uphold justice—or, well, to disown her family in the name of justice?
Now that she’d been reborn, she didn’t have grand ambitions. All she wanted was an ordinary life.
Maybe a few acres of land, a villa, and a modest fortune of, say, a billion dollars. Simple and sweet.
But the cold-faced young man pulled out a photo from his pocket.
"Young Miss, we’ve never met you before, but this photo was found among the boss’s belongings. After extensive searching, we finally tracked you down."
Liu Yutong took the photo and glanced at it. At first glance, the girl in the picture did resemble her—cute and pretty.
But the problem was the glaring age gap!
The girl in the photo looked about seven or eight years old, while she was now eighteen!
"You’re using this photo to claim I’m some young miss? That’s hardly convincing! There are plenty of lookalikes in the world—why not go bother someone else?"
"Also, my ID says my surname is Liu. You’re not telling me my so-called father was also surnamed Liu, are you?"
To her shock, the cold-faced man nodded. "Exactly. The boss was also surnamed Liu. See, Young Miss, you’ve already admitted he’s your father. Come with us—the gang can’t survive without you."
Ugh!
That wasn’t what she’d meant at all. Her words had backfired.
Why did it feel like the more she explained, the worse it got?
She’d never faced anything like this in her past life. Was this some kind of rebirth glitch?
Just as Liu Yutong was racking her brain for a way to escape these gangsters, a young man radiating righteousness happened to pass by and saw her surrounded.
Broad daylight, in the middle of civilization—how dare they harass a defenseless girl?
Unacceptable!
Under Liu Yutong’s hopeful gaze, the young man actually strode over, pointed at the gangsters, and shouted:
"Let that girl go!"
"Scram!"
"Right away, sir!"
The righteous young man immediately turned tail and bolted.
Liu Yutong: "..."
She was truly out of options now. These gangsters seemed dead set on believing she was their mafia princess.
Might as well embrace the chaos. She turned to the cold-faced man and said, "If you insist I’m your boss’s daughter, answer me this: were you loyal to him? Would you ever betray him?"
The man’s expression turned solemn. "The boss saved my life. I’d never betray him—none of us would!" He gestured to the men behind him.
Liu Yutong’s eyes gleamed with an idea. "So if I give an order, you’d obey?"
The man nodded. "With the boss gone, we follow your command, Young Miss."
"Good. Then here’s my order: disband the gang. Right now." Liu Yutong declared without hesitation.
The cold-faced man: "..."
He didn’t move. Neither did the others. They all stood frozen.
"You just said you’d obey me. Why are you still here?" Liu Yutong frowned.
"We... we have nowhere else to go," the man admitted awkwardly.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"After the boss passed, the faction leaders started fighting for control. The gang... fell apart. We came to find you, Young Miss, hoping you’d reunite us," he explained.
Finally, it clicked for Liu Yutong. These so-called gangsters were just strays—losers in a power struggle, now clinging to her as their last hope.
Which meant her "mafia princess" status was even faker than she thought—more like a destitute princess.
No way was she going back with them!
If she did, those ambitious underlings would probably dispose of her in no time.
Going by movie logic, she’d either be kidnapped and killed or ambushed halfway...
Yikes.
She couldn’t go. Absolutely not.
But it was clear they wouldn’t leave her alone.
Fine.
"I’m still a high school senior. The college entrance exam is in a month, and this period is crucial for me. Don’t disturb me. If you really refuse to leave, then stay somewhere in town and wait until after my exams. Deal?" she proposed as a compromise.
"Young Miss, is studying really that important?" a chubby blond delinquent asked curiously.
Liu Yutong rolled her eyes. "Ever heard the saying ‘Knowledge changes fate’?"
"With knowledge, everything’s easier. For example, what you’re doing right now counts as disorderly conduct under the law. If I reported you, you’d all get a free stay in jail."
"Then why haven’t you called the cops? Oh—I get it! You already knew we were the boss’s men, so you didn’t. Young Miss, you really do care about us!" The chubby youth looked touched.
"I don’t have a phone!" Liu Yutong suddenly remembered something. "Hey, do you guys have any money?"
The gangsters exchanged glances, unsure what she wanted, but obediently began digging through their pockets.
In the end, they pooled just over a thousand yuan.
Liu Yutong was speechless. "Seriously? You’re gangsters—how are you this broke?"
"We, uh... left in a hurry. Forgot to bring cash," the chubby one mumbled sheepishly.
Originally, Liu Yutong had intended to ask them to buy her a phone for future business use. But seeing how shabby and poor they looked, she gave up on the idea.
"Forget it. Take this money to buy tickets instead. Go back to your homes and find your own families," she said.
"Miss!"
The chubby young man suddenly dropped to one knee, leading the others.
"We brothers swore an oath—to follow our boss to the death. Now that he's gone, we can only follow you! You can't just send us away!"
Seeing this, the others followed suit, kneeling with hopeful eyes fixed on Liu Yutong.
She had never encountered such a scene before, and her heart wavered slightly.
Though they had mistaken her for the daughter of some underworld boss, their travel-worn appearance and earnest demeanor made it clear how fiercely loyal they were to that so-called "father" of hers—a man who had no real connection to her at all.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have come all the way to this remote little town to find her, pledging their lives to her service.
After a moment, Liu Yutong sighed in resignation.
"Fine, get up. I won’t send you away."
"But you have to promise me one thing—don’t disturb me while I’m preparing for my college entrance exams. We’ll talk about everything else after I finish my tests."
