The whole family quietly finished breakfast like a flock of chickens, then gradually left the house, leaving only Qi Yuan and Qi Quan behind.
It was summer vacation, and Qi Yuan had just finished his college entrance exams. It was the perfect time to go wild and have fun, and he hadn’t stayed home much these past few days. But just now, Qi Quan’s shameless audacity had stunned him so much that suddenly, going out to play felt pointless.
The rest of the Qi family wasn’t interested in Qi Quan’s novels—they just thought it was childish play-acting. But Qi Yuan was determined to see what kind of laughably bad stories someone with only a high school diploma like Qi Quan could write.
Rubbing his hands in anticipation, he was ready to use those novels as fresh material to mock Qi Quan.
He had never been into novels before. When Qi Quan mentioned something called “Jianjiao Literature City,” Qi Yuan wasn’t sure of the exact characters, so he just typed the pinyin randomly on his phone—and sure enough, there was a website called “Jianjiao Literature City.”
What was the pen name again? Qi Quan said something like Bai Shui Zhenren?
That was easy to guess. “Quan” definitely split into “Bai Shui.” Even picking a pen name was so crude and straightforward—just like a country bumpkin!
Searching by the pen name, he actually found an article titled *Diary of a Wealthy Family*, newly posted with only one chapter.
Qi Yuan sneered inwardly. “Diary of a Wealthy Family,” huh? This country bumpkin is already itching to show off to online readers? Such a lightweight!
The one-line summary only confirmed his suspicion.
With a mindset full of nitpicking, he clicked into the first chapter.
[I’m Qi Baishui, with a ridiculously melodramatic background. As one of the top wealthy families in Jiangcheng, the Qi family lost their biological daughter twenty-two years ago—and that daughter is me.
When I was told the truth by my biological father’s secretary at a coffee shop, I was baffled. How could the sharp and wise Qi family not know the truth for twenty-two years, and suddenly discover it now?
Of course, that’s not important. What matters is that they want to raise two daughters but didn’t even bother to inform my adoptive parents at their graves. Sigh, how the world has changed, and people’s hearts have grown cold.]
Qi Yuan: “……”
He didn’t even know where to start with the sarcasm.
Patiently, he continued reading.
[The Qi family is truly extravagant. Their garden alone is much larger than the combined farmland of my adoptive parents. Strange though, when I was a kid walking through the fields, I felt exhausted. But now, facing such a vast garden, I don’t feel tired at all—in fact, I want to run a few laps.
Honestly, I really don’t fit in with the Qi family.
My mother is very beautiful. Even at fifty, her skin is still fair and firm, her figure slim and well-proportioned. She smiles beautifully but rarely smiles at me.
My father is tall and handsome, well-maintained, not a greasy middle-aged man with a big belly. When I started working at eighteen, I even encountered someone who fancied me. What a toad trying to eat a swan… well, okay, I’m not exactly a swan either.
Then there’s my older brother, the Qi family’s carefully groomed heir, educated among elites. I probably have nothing in common with him. After three months at home, the most he’s said to me is, “You’re not all there upstairs.”
Lastly, there’s the girl my age, the one who was switched with me by mistake. She’s very fair-skinned, which suits her name perfectly, and she looks great in clothes.]
The first time we met, she was wearing a sky-blue dress adorned with pearls. I was completely mesmerized. Maybe because I stared at the dress for too long, she felt a bit embarrassed and said she wanted to give the dress to me.
I refused, saying I was too dark-skinned to deserve such a beautiful dress. But she insisted that sky blue looked great with dark skin and urged me to try it on.
For a moment, I even began to doubt my own taste. Maybe I was just a country bumpkin who couldn’t understand the fashion of high society.
Nevertheless, I politely accepted and changed into the elegant, flowing long dress. As I expected, I was met with disdainful glances from everyone.
They didn’t say a word, but their looks were even more humiliating than any words could be.
Reading this, Qi Yuan frowned, trying to recall the scene from back then, but it was already a bit blurry in his memory.
Wasn’t it Qi Quan who was jealous of his sister and insisted on demanding the exact same dress?
This woman was deliberately slandering his sister!
Qi Yuan’s anger flared up. He wanted to storm upstairs and confront Qi Quan directly, but since he hadn’t finished reading the first chapter, he held back and kept reading.
“Those three months used to fly by for me because I was busy making money and had no time to think about anything else. But during those three months at the Qi family’s, time felt unbearably long.
Tonight, my mother picked out a black long dress for me to wear to an elder’s birthday banquet. After three months without running around, I’d gotten a bit paler, and the black really suited me. Turns out, the fashion sense of high society isn’t set in stone.”
Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment. He read it over several times but never saw the youngest son of the Qi family make an appearance.
What was going on? Everyone had their moment in the spotlight except him?
Qi Quan must be doing this on purpose!
Although the article never explicitly said it, anyone with eyes could tell that Qi Quan was describing her own story. Otherwise, why would it be called *The Diary of a Wealthy Family*? It was the classic “switched-at-birth” trope, and the names Qi and Qi were a play on words.
Qi Yuan felt uneasy and reluctantly read on.
The later parts described events at the banquet, but to him, it was all a bunch of meaningless nonsense.
He sneered repeatedly, then after a moment of searching, found the comment section and typed a line:
[What kind of nonsense is this? Terrible writing, awful plot, overly sentimental to the point of annoyance—in short, garbage!]
He hit send eagerly.
He couldn’t wait to see his comment appear in the section, to watch Qi Quan’s reaction when she saw it and felt embarrassed.
But—
[5839623: Comments from regular users and junior VIPs will be displayed only after passing review!]
Qi Yuan: …
What kind of trash website is this?!
If Qi Quan can’t see his comment, how can he enjoy her awkward expression?
How can he bypass the review?
Suddenly, a spark lit up in his mind. He remembered someone in the group liked reading novels and might know the answer.
The “Foodie Fanatics” group.
A few people were chatting casually when Qi Yuan posted a question:
[I just posted a comment on Screaming Literature City, but it’s under review and not showing up. Does anyone know why?]
There was a brief silence in the group.
[Qian Kun: Got hacked?]
[Su Nuanuan: Send a voice message.]
Everyone else was just a bunch of question marks.
Qi Yuan was helpless and had no choice but to send a voice message, his tone quite irritated.
[Su Nuanuan: Confirmed, it’s Brother Yuan himself.]
[Qian Kun: Since when did you start reading novels?]
[Qi Yuan: Do you even know what’s going on?]
[Su Nuanuan: Didn’t you top-up? Ten bucks should do it.]
[Qian Kun: Capitalists really are ruthless.]
[Su Nuanuan: If you have the guts, say this in front of your dad @Qian Kun. What novels does Brother Yuan like? Can you recommend some? I’m running out of good reads lately.]
Qi Yuan misunderstood the meaning and thought he needed to recharge to make his comments visible. Frustrated, he said, “I don’t want to top-up. Is there no other way?”
He definitely didn’t want to give money to Qi Quan.
[Su Nuanuan: Then you’ll have to wait for the review to pass before your comment shows up. If you’re not in a hurry, you can just wait.]
[Qi Yuan: I want the author to see it as soon as possible.]
He wanted Qi Quan to suffer sooner!
[Su Nuanuan: If you’re really impatient, just use my account. I’m a premium VIP, so my comments show up instantly.]
Qi Yuan was taken aback for a moment and asked, “You can comment without paying?”
[Su Nuanuan: Free chapters, yes. Paid chapters require payment.]
Qi Yuan didn’t understand how commenting on novels worked. After asking so many questions, he was a bit impatient and didn’t want to dig deeper, so he said, “Then help me post a comment.”
[Su Nuanuan: Okay, Brother Yuan, send me the title and the comment you want to post.]
[Qi Yuan: Bai Shui Zhenren’s novel “The Diary of a Wealthy Family.” Don’t you dare read it—it’s really terrible. Just write: ‘This is really trash!’]
[Su Nuanuan: No problem!]
Qi Yuan put down his phone, feeling smug as he glanced toward the second floor. Since it was her first time posting, she must be hoping to win readers’ favor. From now on, every time she posted a chapter, he would leave a negative review to annoy her!
Meanwhile, Su Nuanuan opened the app, searched for Bai Shui Zhenren’s “The Diary of a Wealthy Family,” and clicked in. Wow, only one chapter had been updated, zero bookmarks, and one comment under review—probably Qi Yuan’s negative comment.
She was very curious. Su Nuanuan never read novels, so why was Qi Yuan so hostile toward this one that he bothered to leave a bad review?
Su Nuanuan was a veteran user of the site, often stuck in a reading drought. Whenever she found a decent novel, it was like finding a treasure.
She had been in a reading drought for half a year.
Qi Yuan’s strange commenting behavior sparked a flicker of interest in this fledgling novel.
Driven by curiosity, she opened the first chapter.
The story of the real and fake daughters of the Qi family had already spread through the upper circles of Longjiang City. Su Nuanuan had read many reverse harem and sweet revenge novels about real daughters overcoming fake ones, so she initially had high hopes for following the Qi family’s saga. But eventually, she lost interest when she realized the real daughter Qi Quan really couldn’t outmatch the fake daughter Qi Yingxue.
From the very first paragraph, she knew this was about the real and fake daughters of the Qi family. Who dared to be so bold as to base a story on the Qi family? No wonder Qi Yuan was so furious.
As she read further, she sensed something was off. The tone clearly belonged to the real daughter!
The real daughter was impressive—how daring to openly “mock” the Qi family. So it turned out that “The Diary of a Wealthy Family” was actually a true diary of a wealthy family!
Su Nuanuan immediately felt a surge of intense curiosity.
She eagerly continued reading, noticing that the author introduced every character—except Qi Yuan—which finally made her burst out laughing.
Qi Quan was definitely doing it on purpose!
What gossip could be more thrilling than the person involved revealing it themselves?
Su Nuanuan watched the whole thing with a spectator’s amusement, until she reached the very last part—
[After getting into the car, I glanced back and saw a man in a suit smoking by the flower bed outside the banquet hall. He should be Uncle Su from the Shengxin Group. Next to his legs was a little boy of five or six years old, wearing a pale yellow padded jacket printed with dandelion patterns. His hair and jacket were a bit damp as he climbed onto the man’s knee, calling out “Dad.”]
Su Nuanuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Uncle Su from Shengxin Group was her father, wasn’t he?
Did her dad have an illegitimate child?!
