Chapter 1 — I am the Treasure of the Luc Family

I accidentally came across a post: 【Everyone, I didn't expect to find out that I'm a "real genius", but I also want to kick the "fake genius" out of the house, is there any way?】 The first hot comment read: 【Pretend to be mentally ill, then get sick right in front of my parents, forcing them to let the "real genius" meet their biological parents!】 This comment was also complimented by the owner of the "heart-throwing" post. I silently left a comment: 【What if the "fake genius" is your biological parents begging to be adopted, but the "fake genius" family is even richer? You may not be able to kick her out of the house yet.】 Unexpectedly, this comment of mine was attacked by the original article: 【Is the OP crazy? The situation you mentioned is more unlikely than a bedridden old man suddenly dancing like a young man!】 I just laughed softly. Because I am the "false genius" in this story. But… my biological parents are richer and more powerful. Having just received notification of admission to an MBA program abroad, I closed the article and smiled. Preparing to go to a private restaurant in Shanghai. Then I received a text message from my adoptive mother: 【Tu Tu is back, please go home quickly.】 My heart stopped and I immediately called the driver to turn the car back. As soon as I entered the villa, I heard my adoptive mother's laughter coming from inside the house. As soon as she saw me coming back, she immediately pulled the other girl back, her red eyes introduced: "Tu Tu, call me quickly!" The girl just now smiled happily, but when she saw the cold expression at the corner of my lips, she suddenly froze: "It turns out I have another daughter..." The adoptive mother smiled awkwardly: "Tu Tu, I haven't had time to tell you yet. Your sister was adopted by me." “From now on, our whole family will live happily.” She turned to look at me warily, her eyes finally stopping at the designer bag I had just bought. Unexpectedly, she suddenly grabbed my bag: "This bag... did your mother buy it for you?!" The adoptive mother shyly explained: "Your brother has a mental illness, please give him a little mercy." Unexpectedly, she snatched my bag: "This bag, did your mother buy it for you?!" My adoptive mother calmly explained to me: "Your sister has a mental illness, Thanh Thanh, please give her a little time." I suddenly remembered that article. She suddenly stared at me, a cunning light flashing in her eyes: "I want this bag." Before I agreed, she rushed to grab it. "No! This is mine." It was a gift my adoptive mother gave me on my 18th birthday. I looked at my adoptive mother for help, but unexpectedly she just calmly replied: "If Tu Tu likes it, just take it." I reached out to take it back, but was immediately brushed aside by my foster mother: "Thanh Thanh, you have so many bags, give your brother one!" Unexpectedly, Tu Tu immediately pouted his lips in self-pity, then quickly took off his branded jacket. I realized it was the newest model of the Snow Glory brand, priced at over a hundred thousand. I have one too, but a different color. Looks like that coat was bought for her by her adoptive mother. "Well, I'll go back to my biological parents. After all, they only have me, and they always love me very much." “Whenever you want to see me again, just call and I will come back.” Her adoptive mother quickly blocked her way: "Tu Tu, don't go! I'm begging you!" Unexpectedly, the adoptive mother used to be tough and decisive in the marketplace at this time Like a child who threw a tantrum and didn't get candy, he cried and hugged her waist. She frowned, as if she couldn't bear it, nodded slightly: "Then... I won't go anymore..." She picked up the coat she had just thrown on the ground. Apparently she really liked that designer jacket. Just threw it on the ground, probably to show attitude. The adoptive mother wiped her tears and smiled: "Let's go upstairs to see your room!" "It's also my fault, if I hadn't taken you to the farm that day, I wouldn't have been kidnapped..." She didn't say anything, but I could see there was some concern in her heart. I leisurely walked behind the two of them. Her adoptive mother led her to a room and happily introduced: "Aunt Truong comes every week to clean it up. If you see if there's anything you don't like, just tell me." “This pile of gifts is what I bought for you every year on your birthday.” She glanced at me coldly, then turned her head and asked her foster mother: "So is my gift the same as hers?" I smiled slightly: "It seems like that." The corner of her lips slightly lowered for a moment. Suddenly going crazy, she started throwing gifts on the ground. The adoptive mother cried out in panic: "Tu Tu! Tu Tu!" A small sharp knife was thrown at me by her, gliding through my arm, leaving a long cut. Blood immediately flowed out. “Huh—” I took a deep breath, frowned and looked at my younger sister who was developing a mental illness. While crying, she screamed loudly. The adoptive mother also cried: "My good daughter, it's all my fault. From now on, I will always be by your side." More than ten minutes later, she finally stopped making trouble. The foster mother hugged her: "Look, do you like this room?" She pursed her lips, stopped sobbing, then pointed to my room: "I want that room." When I first went upstairs, I saw her glance into my bedroom - the door was open. I immediately refused: "No. That's my room." She immediately pouted and cried loudly, pointed at me and shouted: "I've been by your mother's side for twenty years, can't you give me a little?" “When will you return to your home?” The adoptive mother's face immediately stiffened, speechless. “Mom, my hand is scratched.” I looked at the dried blood on my arm. “Call the nanny to disinfect your child.” She just calmly glanced at me, then bowed her head and hugged the crying He Tu Tu. Okay. Without many words, I put my backpack on my shoulder and walked straight out of the villa. Behind her, her adoptive mother's panicked voice rang out: "Thanh Thanh! Where are you going? Dad is almost home!" 2 I immediately called my biological mother: "I want to eat French food at Thuong Dam restaurant." My brother said: "I've applied to a top master's program, why is my face still so cold?" I jumped in and hugged the two of them: "Who said I'm not happy? Where's the lucky money?" Without saying much, the two of them transferred one million yuan directly to me. I smiled happily and accepted it - just in time for the Snow Glory brand to release a new bag, I could just buy that one. My father is abroad discussing business matters so he cannot return. In the past, my adoptive mother donated bone marrow to save my biological brother when he was in critical condition. To repay her kindness, my biological mother gave me to her to raise. But I always knew who my biological parents were. Every year during Tet, biological parents and adoptive parents go out to eat together. Real I can always return to my parents' house. If I just make a phone call, my dad or mom will immediately come pick me up. I always receive double the love — completely different from what He Tu Tu imagined, that I was an "ugly duckling" and a "false genius" who stole her life. In the past, my adoptive parents' family was indeed richer than my family. But now, my older brother is a famous doctor, and my older sister is an elite in the business world. The mineral exploitation industry that my parents invested in is thriving — my family's assets have exceeded hundreds of billions. From the moment I left the villa, my WeChat phone kept showing messages. Sent by my adoptive mother: 【Thanh Thanh, I just finished making your favorite hairy crab dish, when are you coming back?】 【Your father just came back, I bought you French perfume.】 …