Chapter 6: The Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family Leaks Telepathy 6 Finally Seeing This Book…

Chapter 6: The Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family Leaks Her Thoughts 6: Finally Meeting the Male Lead

The faint morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow on the bed. The distant chirping of birds could be heard outside. Xu Ziyan burrowed into the soft pillow, feeling utterly refreshed—this had been the most comfortable sleep she’d ever had.

So this was what true rest felt like. Her past life had been utterly wasted.

Xu Ziyan sighed again. Not all the gold and silver in the world could compare to the sheer comfort she was experiencing now. She had finally realized: life was unpredictable. Who knew when everything might reset? When that happened, all would turn to nothingness. So why not savor every moment to the fullest? Love herself to the fullest? Live boldly, brilliantly, and without regrets.

That way, no matter when it ended, she’d have gotten her worth. It would be enough.

A small smile curved her lips as she stretched and sat up. "001, good morning. Another day alive. Come on, let’s go find our 'bargain brother' and see if we can extend that streak."

As Xu Ziyan dressed and freshened up, the system voiced its concern: "Fu Qiming is still angry with you. There’s no way he’ll help, right?"

Xu Ziyan waved it off. "Asking is my business. Whether he agrees is his. Who cares? If it doesn’t work, we’ll figure something else out. No use overthinking things—solve problems as they come, don’t invent them ahead of time."

"I’m starving. Breakfast first, and I’ll bring some for our dear brother too. Food softens people up—once he eats my food, he’ll be easier to talk to." With that, she quickly finished getting ready and hurried downstairs.

Next door, Fu Qiming, who had worked through the night, let out a derisive snort. Was he supposed to feel grateful she’d "graciously" decided to bring him breakfast? He was curious to see just how this so-called sister planned to convince him.

Fu Qiming waited idly in his room. But after half an hour passed with no sign of her, his patience wore thin. He headed downstairs—only to find Xu Ziyan playing with the dog!

Fu Qiming stood in the doorway, arms crossed, utterly exasperated. How could she not notice him? There she was, tossing a frisbee to the family’s border collie, laughing her head off.

He cleared his throat pointedly. Finally, Xu Ziyan glanced over, surprised. "Huh? You’re up already? Don’t you usually sleep till nine?"

Fu Qiming gestured at them. "How could I sleep with all this noise? You’ve got quite the leisure time—skipping a proper breakfast to play with a dumb dog this early?"

The estate was massive. How was tossing a frisbee and laughing "noisy"? Were the soundproof materials just for show? Xu Ziyan wrote it off as him being difficult. "We already ate, right, Leo?" She threw the frisbee again and walked toward Fu Qiming. "And Leo’s not dumb—he’s brilliant. Haven’t you heard? ‘Dogs are dogs, but border collies are border collies.’ I taught him to play dead in just two tries during breakfast. Adorable."

What nonsense was this? ‘Dogs are dogs, but border collies are border collies’? Fu Qiming couldn't care less about pets and had no clue what she was on about. But one thing was clear: Xu Ziyan had eaten breakfast, fed the dog, and completely forgotten about him.

He almost wanted to rip her head open to see if it was filled with water. Is this how you ask for help? Her life was on the line, and she had time to play fetch?

Xu Ziyan hadn't forgotten. She figured Fu Qiming wouldn’t be awake yet—she wasn’t about to disturb his sleep. But now that he was here, and she hadn’t prepared his breakfast, she decided to skip that part entirely. With no one else around, she got straight to the point: "Want to team up and screw Ding Jie over?"

Fu Qiming blinked. "How?"

Xu Ziyan met his gaze. "Ding Jie wants to use your game as his golden ticket—to make waves and impress the Ding family. He’ll go all out, take this seriously. So let him think he’s succeeded. Then, at the peak of his triumph, we make the game crash and burn. Watch him eat dirt."

She grinned. "So? In or out? He’s your rival, scheming behind your back. If you don’t retaliate, what kind of man are you?"

Fu Qiming had been considering Ding Jie’s ties to the Ding family, but that last line got his goat. So she wasn’t here to beg—she was trying to provoke him? He snapped, "What if I say no?"

Xu Ziyan looked genuinely surprised. "You’d pass up a chance like this? Fine, whatever. I’ll find someone else. With money, I'll find someone—there’s gotta be a decent programmer out there."

She turned to leave, planning to check her contacts for a reliable techie.

Fu Qiming grabbed her arm. "Fine, I’ll do it. Happy? I had the same idea—was up all night plotting how to ruin him. Just need to wrap things up. You set the meeting with Ding Jie."

His pride stung, Fu Qiming stormed up the stairs, beating a retreat to his room.

Xu Ziyan was speechless. [So impulsive. Can’t he just say what he means? Does he not know what ‘efficient communication’ is?]

Fu Qiming now understood: with this "sister," blunt and direct was the only way. Anything else would just drive him up the wall.

Xu Ziyan sent Ding Jie a message, arranging to meet at noon at the fanciest private kitchen from the original host’s memories. As for the texts Ding Jie had sent her yesterday? She couldn't be bothered with a single one.

A selfish guy like him might value his mother and Bai Qingqing highly as depicted in the book, but that would only extend to those two. For a scheming side character like her, he wouldn’t care no matter what she said—it was all just about continuing to use her for his own gain.

She only needed to be clear about what she wanted and march to her own beat.

For now, Xu Ziyan and Fu Qiming had formed a temporary alliance, so Xu Ziyan still went to the kitchen to order breakfast and wheeled the breakfast cart into the elevator.

Inside the elevator, she looked around curiously, checking herself in the mirror. It was all so novel—she’d never been in a villa like this before, let alone ridden an elevator inside one. Glancing at her clothes and the food on the breakfast cart, she suddenly felt a surge of happiness at the leap in her quality of life.

"Guess I’m living the good life now!" she hummed to herself. "Oh, how happy we common folk are today~"

Fu Qiming shook his head in amusement. This sister of his was so easily satisfied. She hadn’t been this happy when he gave her the game yesterday, yet now she was singing over such a trivial thing.

At any rate, he finally got to enjoy the thoughtful breakfast she’d brought along.

Xu Ziyan waved her phone in front of him. "All set. Everything’s set, just waiting on you—when can you finish your part?"

Fu Qiming had to admire her efficiency. He wasn’t about to hold things up either.

"It’s already done. Give Ding Jie this version, and I guarantee he won’t suspect a thing. When things go wrong later, he’ll just assume the game I made wasn’t polished enough and had major flaws—he won’t suspect you." Fu Qiming spoke with absolute confidence. Though the project had been a team effort, the core parts were all his own work, his brainchild. That was why, in the original plot, he had been so furious that he cut ties with the original host.

Now, that became an advantage—no one knew about the backdoors he’d coded in, and since Ding Jie had obtained the material sneakily, he wouldn’t even be able to hold anyone accountable.

With this matter settled, Xu Ziyan simply waved goodbye and called a stylist to help her get ready.

Fu Qiming was speechless. Was she really just ditching him like yesterday's news? Not even a single casual chat? She gave the dog more attention than him.

When Fu Dongfeng and Li Yunhui heard the commotion and came to ask what was going on, he quickly explained their collaboration.

Li Yunhui was a little worried that Xu Ziyan might be in danger meeting Ding Jie alone. After all, in the original plot, Ding Jie had used others to harm their family and even caused Xu Ziyan’s death. Though Ding Jie was the male lead in the original story, to their family, he was nothing but a scheming bastard who needed to be approached with the utmost caution.

Fu Qiming quickly said he wanted to go too—not openly, but secretly following along. He also wanted to see if this method could fool "those above" and complete the task. If anything unexpected happened, he could step in to help.

Besides, everything in this world was following the original plot. Who knew if Xu Ziyan would suddenly become ditzy and turn into a lovestruck fool upon meeting the so-called male lead?

Upon hearing this, Fu Dongfeng immediately agreed. He still remembered how Xu Ziyan had been drooling over Ding Jie's looks during their phone call—definitely something to be wary of. After all, Xu Ziyan was now part of their family, and they couldn’t let some outsider ruin their prized cabbage.

The three of them spent the whole morning discussing the male lead, the plot, and the potential collapse of the world, making Xu Ziyan—who had been binge-watching shows and getting styled—seem utterly carefree and leisurely.

In truth, Xu Ziyan was just living in the moment, having just discovered so many luxuries she hadn’t experienced before. Since the plan was already set and she had to dress up before going out anyway, she might as well have a private stylist help her. She didn’t have to lift a finger and still ended up looking stunning, polished down to every strand of hair—pure bliss!

As the time approached, Xu Ziyan had the family driver take her to the upscale restaurant. "After the meal, I might go shopping. I’ll call you when I’m ready to go back."

"Understood, Miss," the driver replied, opening the door for her when they arrived.

Xu Ziyan suddenly understood why people craved power and wealth. Who wouldn’t want a life like this? She was unashamedly indulgent—it just felt so refreshing, body and soul.

Xu Ziyan entered the restaurant, while Fu Qiming parked his car nearby. The driver was startled. "Young Master Fu?"

Fu Qiming got out and waved dismissively. "Go back. Don’t worry about her—I’ll drive her home." With that, he strode into the restaurant, tugging his hat lower and fixing his shades before entering.

The driver hesitated, watching Fu Qiming’s sneaky demeanor, then decided to report back to the Fu family and wait there. If the siblings ended up arguing later, having a car ready would at least save them from public embarrassment.

Given their strained relationship in the past, anything could happen.

Xu Ziyan finally met the male lead of this novel. He really did look like something out of an idol drama—so handsome, with an approachable upperclassman vibe. Seeing him was like soaking up a golden-hour glow, and when he looked at her, his tender gaze and smile even carried a hint of deep affection. No wonder the original Xu Ziyan had been so infatuated.

[So this is the legendary "looks at a dog with deep affection" gaze? I’ve learned something new.]*

Following the original script, she sat down and immediately said, "Do you know how much I’ve sacrificed to help you? How are you going to make it up to me?"

Ding Jie was taken aback. Xu Ziyan had said this before, but usually in a playful, flirty way. Why did it sound like she was picking a fight this time?

*Chinese net slang for actors whose gaze appears romantically intense even at inanimate objects.