Chapter 15: The Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family Leaks Telepathy 15 This Cheap Sister Again…

Chapter 15: The Wealthy Foster Daughter Leaks Her Thoughts (15) This foster sister is at it again...

Xu Ziyan slept until noon before waking up, comfortably snuggling into her pillow before getting up to freshen up. She wandered around her spacious dressing room twice, picking out a beautiful dress. The soft fabric offered no sense of restraint—it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say wearing it felt like wearing nothing at all, incredibly light and comfortable.

She went downstairs and called out cheerfully, "Auntie Chen, what’s for lunch? I’m starving!"

Auntie Chen emerged from the kitchen, smiling. "Today, we have all your favorites—plum-glazed ribs, crispy fried chicken, drunken crab... It’ll be ready soon."

"Wow, that’s amazing! Thanks, Auntie Chen!" Xu Ziyan grinned, her eyes crinkled with delight. She thought to herself, *001, look at this—isn’t this the luck boost in action? Waking up to my favorite dishes right away.*

001 didn’t respond, but the more it thought about it, the more it made sense. Continuously boosting luck really did make everything easier, like switching to easy mode.

Who would’ve thought that its carefully selected high-achieving host would end up loving luck the most?

Just as Xu Ziyan was about to grab a glass of water, she noticed someone standing up from the sofa—a very pretty, harmless-looking girl who instantly evoked a protective instinct. Who was this?

The girl smiled nervously. "Hello, you must be Miss Xu, the second daughter of the Fu family, right? My name is Lin Xiaoyun. I’m Mr. Fu’s personal assistant."

Xu Ziyan remembered—last night, the system had told her that the eldest brother had brought Cinderella home. She instinctively glanced around. "Where’s my big brother? Why are you alone here?"

Lin Xiaoyun explained, "Mr. Fu went to the company this morning to handle some backlogged work. I accidentally sprained my ankle, so he told me to stay and apply some medicinal balm while adjusting to the time difference. Sorry for disturbing you."

Xu Ziyan waved her off and went to pour herself some water. "No worries. This house isn’t just mine. You’re my brother’s guest—make yourself at home."

*Sprained her ankle immediately upon arrival? What kind of act is this? Trying to use this as an excuse to stay? If she’s already made it inside the house, how long until she ‘wins over’ the eldest brother?’*

Fu Qiming had informed the Fu family that Xu Ziyan was awake, so they all came downstairs just in time to hear her thoughts.

Li Yunhui glanced at Lin Xiaoyun’s foot, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes as she asked with a smile, "How’s your foot, Miss Lin? Feeling better?"

Lin Xiaoyun quickly replied, "It’s much better. I’m still afraid to put pressure on it, but the medicinal balm has helped with the pain."

Li Yunhui nodded. "It doesn’t look swollen, but we should check if there’s any bone damage. I’ll call Dr. Lin to examine you."

Lin Xiaoyun immediately declined, but Li Yunhui insisted and contacted the family doctor.

The family didn’t pay much attention to Lin Xiaoyun, instead focusing on Xu Ziyan, urging her not to stay up late.

Xu Ziyan nodded repeatedly. "I won’t, I won’t! Even after sleeping in till noon today, I still don’t feel as refreshed as usual. You really can’t make up for lost sleep—I literally died from staying up too late in my past life. I’ll never do it again!"

Hearing her thoughts, they relaxed, knowing she’d taken it to heart, and moved on to other subjects. Fu Yazhen even placed a plate of fruit in front of her.

They didn’t neglect Lin Xiaoyun either—being well-mannered, none of them would let a guest feel awkward. But this only made Lin Xiaoyun more uncomfortable.

Originally, she’d thought that as the first woman Fu Qixuan had ever brought home, his family would naturally assume there was something between them. Whether they tried to matchmake or coldly dismissed her, she’d have an excuse to act pitiful in front of Fu Qixuan and take their relationship a step further.

But instead, the Fu family treated her with nothing more than polite distance, as if she were just another employee—leaving her no opportunity to act. Amid their warm family atmosphere, her presence only highlighted how out of place she was.

Whether it was skipping the hotel to stay at her boss’s house or lingering over a minor ankle sprain, it all seemed presumptuous. Sitting there, Lin Xiaoyun’s smile grew stiff. *This isn’t how it was supposed to go.*

And why were the Fu family so nice to Xu Ziyan? Didn’t Ding Jie say they’d kicked her out? But from what she could see, Xu Ziyan was practically the princess of the family!

A brief flash of jealousy crossed Lin Xiaoyun’s eyes. *We both came from nothing, so why does she get to be adopted by a wealthy family, misbehave for years, and still be treated like treasure? Why?*

Xu Ziyan caught her expression and murmured to her system, *What’s with that look? Is she jealous of me?*

If Xu Ziyan knew what she was thinking, she’d laugh and say, *That’s the power of luck! Nothing compares to good luck—it’s everything!*

The Fu family subtly glanced at Lin Xiaoyun, catching her uncharacteristic expression, further cementing their distrust. Fu Qiming even discreetly angled his phone to record her and sent the clip to Fu Qixuan, hoping to reveal her true colors.

Looking around, he decided to install more hidden cameras later—clear evidence would make exposing people much easier.

Fu Qixuan had just wrapped up a meeting when he received the video from Fu Qiming. Frowning, he trusted his own investigation of Lin Xiaoyun more than this. Having never met the "new" Xu Ziyan, his impression of his foster sister was still stuck in the past.

With that bias, he didn’t see this as proof of anything. Instead, he thought his family had gone crazy, fooled by Xu Ziyan and now ganging up on Lin Xiaoyun. Who knew what kind of uncomfortable situation they’d put her in?

He sent Fu Qiming a warning: *Don’t overdo it.*

Fu Qiming rolled his eyes dramatically and ignored him. *Does our eldest brother really think we’re all that stupid? Or is it just him? Unbelievable!*

Opening his work chat group, Fu Qiming discussed plans for a new game with his carefully vetted teammates—no Li Dong in sight.

There was a game design competition coming up, perfect for both his resume and thesis. Remembering this, he suddenly turned to Xu Ziyan. "Hey, you’ve been lazing around at home—what about your internship? Got a topic for your thesis yet?"

Xu Ziyan froze mid-bite, stunned. "Internship? Thesis?"

001: *Host, you’re in your last semester of college. You really do need to prepare these.*

Xu Ziyan felt like she’d been blindsided by a pile of tasks. *I pulled my hair out over my thesis in my past life—I have to do it again? The original host hardly studied, and I don’t know much about this major either. I can’t just write about my previous field of study, can I?*

A thought crossed her mind: *What if the world ends before I even have to write it?*

Fu Qiming guessed her thoughts from her expression and casually remarked, "I’ve been preparing properly. If I stay here after graduation and run into classmates or professors, how embarrassing would it be if I hadn’t even graduated properly?"

Xu Ziyan considered this. *True. What if I live to a hundred this time? How embarrassing would an unfinished degree be?*

She forced a smile. "I’m on it. I’ve got it under control."

Fu Qiming nearly laughed. Finally, he’d gotten a reaction out of his foster sister. *She’s really lazy—doesn’t want to do anything. How did she even become an overachiever in her past life?*

Fu Dongfeng spoke up. "When Qixuan comes back tonight, we’ll tell him to arrange for you to start working at the company tomorrow. He’ll assign you a suitable position and two experienced assistants. If you have any questions about work or your thesis, just ask them."

Xu Ziyan immediately understood—this was personal tutoring sessions! Regardless of the subject, she’d at least have someone to ask for research directions. Beaming, she said, "Thanks, Dad! You’re amazing!"

Fu Qiming muttered under his breath, "Whoever gives you something is ‘the best.’ At this rate, everyone in the family is ‘the best.’"

Xu Ziyan pretended not to hear, and the others didn’t mind—they loved her sweet talk. Who wouldn’t adore such a lucky, charming girl?

If she wanted to relax at home, they’d turn it into the most perfect sanctuary for her. So what? As long as she was happy!

Xu Ziyan spent the day leisurely—bird-watching with her foster father, gardening with her foster mother, strolling with her sister, and bickering with her brother. It was a wonderfully relaxing and fulfilling day. Dr. Lin came to check on Lin Xiaoyun’s injury, saying it wasn’t serious—she might just be sensitive to pain, hence the hesitation to walk. He left a bottle of medicinal balm and left.

Lin Xiaoyun, likely feeling awkward or realizing she couldn’t make progress with the Fu family, retreated to the guest room and didn’t come out again.

It wasn’t until Fu Qixuan returned for dinner that Lin Xiaoyun hurried out to greet him.

Xu Ziyan noticed the overstuffed briefcase Fu Qixuan carried and winced internally. *This work ethic matches what mine used to be in my past life. How late will he have to stay up to finish all that?*

This time, Fu Qixuan watched Xu Ziyan closely as he heard her thoughts, confirming she hadn’t spoken. If this were a recording, how could it have predicted he’d bring work home? Unless there was some advanced voice projection technology at play.

At the same time, he felt annoyed. *Isn’t this workload her fault?* The company was far from the Fu residence, and the commute wasted too much time. He usually stayed at his apartment near the office, working late into the night when swamped. But because of Xu Ziyan’s "thoughts," his parents had demanded they all find excuses to move back home and eat together, forcing him to haul stacks of documents back.

Now that he was here, he’d keep a close eye on this foster sister and whatever scheme she was pulling!

Xu Ziyan thought to herself, *Why do I feel like his eyes are giving me dagger eyes? Did I offend him? Did that jerk Ding Jie tell the ‘Cinderella’ lies about me?*

Fu Qixuan took his seat at the dining table, puzzled. *Cinderella? Who? And what does Ding Jie have to do with this?*