"Miss Sang Ling, you are but an adopted daughter of the Sang family. Now that the real lady of the house is returning, it's only fair you vacate this position."

"This is a card given by Mr. Sang for you. It contains five hundred thousand yuan, consider it as compensation!"

Upon opening her eyes, Sang Ling found herself lying on a soft, large bed. The room was lavishly decorated, yet it was a style she had never seen before.

She turned her head slightly and saw a stern middle-aged man standing by the bed.

"What did you say?"

She didn't understand a word of what the middle-aged man said.

Wasn't she in the process of ascending to immortality?

Oh, right.

It seemed like she failed in her ascension, unable to dodge the final heavenly thunderbolt at the crucial moment.

The middle-aged man, thinking she was unwilling to accept the reality, sighed deeply.

"Over the years, the Sang family has treated you well, even if we don’t ask for your gratitude, you surely can't be shameless enough to refuse to leave?"

"By the way, Mr. Sang said not to seek death anymore, don't tarnish the reputation of the Sang family..."

As he was speaking, memories that did not belong to Sang Ling started to surface in her mind.

Sang Ling, the mistress of the prestigious Sang family, was pampered from childhood, living a life like a rich and powerful young lady.

However, on her twentieth birthday yesterday, the Sang family suddenly announced to the public that she was merely an adopted daughter, and the real Sang family's daughter was someone else.

Simultaneously, the Sang Family expressed that Sang Ling had come of age and was independent. Hence, the Sang Family was not obliged to take care of her anymore.

In short, she was kicked out of the Sang Family.

Unable to deal with such a drastic change, Sang Ling chose suicide.

As Sang Ling of this world passed away, the other Sang Ling from the Cultivation World, who failed to ascend successfully, took her place.

Sang Ling adopted all the memories of the original host, although the memories of the original host's suicide were somewhat vague and unclear.

However, she didn't bother too much about it.

As a cultivator, one must stay calm in every situation and adapt to changes.

"Alright, I'll leave right away."

Sang Ling propped herself up on her hands and picked up a few of her predecessor's belongings, grabbed her suitcase, and prepared to leave.

The middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and handed her a card, "Miss Sang Ling, here's your bank card."

"No need."

She walked straight out of the room.

Half a million, not even enough to buy back the original host's life.

The middle-aged man was taken aback. As the housekeeper of the Sang Family who had worked there for many years, he was naturally aware of Sang Ling's character.

Sang Ling was never one to endure hardships - now that she was driven out of the Sang Family, she would undoubtedly accept the 500,000.

"Unexpectedly, she not only did not accept it, but also didn't hesitate for a second when rejecting it.

Looking at Sang Ling, who was pulling her suitcase towards the door, he sighed heavily.

Once she steps out of the Sang family’s door, she would sever all ties with the Sang family.

Just as Sang Ling walked out of the Sang family's gate, her cell phone suddenly rang.

Although she was the top metaphysical practitioner in the cultivation realm in her previous life, and had also received the memory of the original owner, she was new to this setting and was somewhat disoriented.

Only when the driver at the door, who was washing the car, looked over, did she react.

Sang Ling took out her cell phone from her pocket and saw the caller ID "Chen Yueling."

The original owner was an 18th-tier celebrity, and Chen Yueling was her agent.

Sang Ling didn't know what she accidentally pressed, even before she put the phone to her ear, a sharp female voice was heard.

The loud voice startled the driver who was washing the car.

"Sang Ling, I used to think that despite your poor acting skills and temper, you were at least the daughter of the Sang family, backed by the Sang family, who would never be inferior to a Sangs' dog!"

"Because of you, a counterfeit, those endorsements we signed before are now demanding to terminate our agreement. The company has already spent a lot of money to promote you. You did not make any money for the company, but created a mess like this."

"I'm telling you, you yourself will have to pay the penalty for breach of contract. The company will not pay a penny!"

While the other party was still furious, Sang Ling patiently waited for her to vent before answering indifferently.

"So, what you mean is?"

Endorsement?

Penalty for breach of contract?

Every word Chen YueLing said, she heard it clearly, but when put together she did not understand.

Seeing her ask this, Chen YueLing was so frustrated she was nearly about to explode!

"Sang Ling, do you still consider yourself the young miss of the Sang family? A 20 million yuan penalty for breach of contract, deal with it yourself! If you can't afford to pay, get ready to go to jail!"

"Also, come to the company to terminate the contract at nine o'clock tomorrow morning!"

After finishing her rant all of a sudden, she quickly hung up the phone.

Sang Ling looked at the phone, her eyebrows knitted tightly together.

Thanks to her powerful spiritual sense, it took less than a second for her to understand what a penalty for breach of contract means from the memory of her body's original owner. Afterwards, she quickly operated her phone, checking her accounts on several banking apps.

When her phone screen locked, Sang Ling's complexion looked extremely bad.

Although the previous owner had been extravagant in her spending, she always used her card. Now that she had been evicted from the Sang family, she naturally couldn't use those cards.

Upon checking all her bank accounts, she found that she only had less than two hundred yuan!

Instinctively, Sang Ling looked back at the Sang family's villa.

Would the housekeeper give her the bank card if she went back now and asked for it?

But that would be too embarrassing.

Moreover, if she accepted that five hundred thousand, it would mean she was indebted to the Sang family. That wouldn't be fair to the previous mistress.

And besides, compared to twenty million, five hundred thousand is merely a drop in the bucket.

Sang Ling sighed softly, pulling her suitcase as she exited the room.

Her movements at the door were clearly observed by the driver nearby, including the matter of her paying the breach of contract compensation.

Who could have expected that the once-pampered young miss now found herself in such a destitute situation?

This was a mountain-top villa district, with private cars being the usual mode of transport. There were no public transportation services.

Even if driving down the mountain, it would take at least half an hour. Sang Ling didn't have a car and one could only imagine how long it would take by foot. And just a while ago, he heard the weather report stating that it would start raining in half an hour.

The driver couldn't stand by and watch, so he caught up with her, saying, "Miss Sang Ling, let me give you a ride down the mountain.”

Sang Ling paused for a second, but didn't refuse.

After getting in the car, she spent the entire ride deep in her thoughts about her future, without uttering a single word.

The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror, feeling quite melancholic.

Half an hour later, the car halted near a bus stop.

"Miss Sang Ling, this is as far as I can take you."

"You can take a bus from here. Maybe you should wait for it. It might start to rain soon.”

Song Ping glanced at his phone, he had to rush back to pick up Mr. Sang.

When Sang Ling got out of the car, she glanced at Song Ping, who was helping her with her luggage, and said softly, "Remember not to drive too close to the side of the road today, especially avoid some trees as much as possible. Consider it as a thank-you gift for giving me a ride."

"What?"

Song Ping was a bit puzzled, about to ask further, but Sang Ling turned her head towards the bus stop and left.

He didn't take Sang Ling's words seriously, and drove straight back to the villa.

On the way, the sky became heavily overcast.

Just as he had parked the car in front of the villa, he saw Sang Zhan come out from it.

He hastily opened the back door of the car, "Mr. Sang, are we returning to the company?"

"We're going to Jin Yu."

Jin Yu, the largest and most luxurious club in Deep City, with a boss of extremely mysterious identity.

Having been with Mr. Sang for many years, Song Ping knew that this boss and Mr. Sang had a good relationship. He immediately responded dutifully, and after Sang Zhan was seated, drove the car down the mountain.

Soon after they set off, a light rain started to fall.

Shortly, the mountain road was enveloped by a thick fog.

Song Ping watched the windshield wipers working on the car's front window and suddenly remembered Sang Ling's words.

"Do not drive too close to the side of the road, especially steer clear of some trees..."

There happened to be a tall tree by the side of the road in front of him, so he instinctively turned the steering wheel to avoid it as much as possible.

After doing all this, Song Ping found it slightly amusing.

Miss Sang Ling was just casually speaking, why did he take it seriously?

At that moment, Sang Zhan's cold voice sounded from the back seat.

"Mind your own business from now on."

Upon hearing this, Song Ping felt a chill rung down his spine.

He must have found out about him escorting Sang Ling down the mountain.

"Okay, Mr. Sang."

Song Ping had just collected his thoughts when a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, followed by an enormous crash sound echoing overhead!

He instinctively slammed on the brakes, causing the car to come to an abrupt halt.

"Mr., Mr. Sang, are you alright?"