Chapter 8 — Reversal of Fate Rebirth

It didn't stop there — Giang So Vu, the second sister, was exposed for "three-timing" right on the student forum. In just one night, the Giang family's name was submerged in mud. Bad news piled up, Giang Thi stock price plummeted, and eventually had to sell off assets to cut losses. However, the fatal blow... was the way the Giang family "resolved" the scandal. In order to protect the young master from going to jail, the Giang family blatantly pushed the entire crime onto Giang Thien Tue - "That night... she was the one who drove the car into someone." Coincidentally, there were no surveillance cameras at the scene, no alibi, and even all the evidence "miraculously" pointed straight at her. Giang Thien Tue... just turned 18 this year, unable to protest, can only obediently enter the detention center. But the Giang family can't protect anything. The young master who was "saved" from the case was soon spoiled and turned into a waste. Having run out of money, he became corrupt, ganged up with street thugs, and got involved in kidnapping and extortion. Before he could leave the city, he was caught by the police. The Giang family did not dare to overturn the old testimony that Giang Thien Tue was drunk and caused the accident - because all the documents were fake. If they say the opposite, they will drown themselves. So, he had to stay silent and let his daughter go to jail, just to keep his body clean. Giang So Vu is okay - his brain is completely filled with love. Despite her parents' objections, she left home and ran away with a guy she had only known for a month. I heard... that man is not a kind person. He beat his ex-wife almost to death before. After the divorce, he was still in debt. As for Mr. Giang - who was once my foster father, in the midst of chaos, he still calmly came to my house once. He looked at me, his voice deep and sad, carrying a barely perceptible plea: "Nien Niem... Giang's family... now I'm the only one left." I smiled, bowed my head to hide my eyes, my voice was gentle, but every word and sentence was clear: "I'm sorry... I don't understand what you mean." Having finished speaking, I turned around, closed the door, and never looked back. Respecting the destiny of others is also respecting your own destiny. 13. The lawyer contacted my mother, saying that Giang Thien Tue hoped to meet her once. Anyway... after so many years of living under the same roof, there was a mother-daughter relationship - my mother softened her heart and finally agreed to visit. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow. When we walked in, Giang Thien Tue, as soon as she saw her mother, immediately collapsed, tears streaming down, her voice trembling, chokingly calling out "mom": "Mom... I love you the most... save me... It's not me, it's not me... it's my eldest brother... my eldest brother..." She held my mother's hand tightly, her nails printed into white marks on the skin, her whole body trembled, her breathing was erratic: "I was wrong... Mom, just this once... save me one more time... I promise, from now on I will be obedient and obedient..." I looked at her. The person who was once arrogant and towering, standing in the brightest place, now... • Pale skin, • Dark eye circles, • Emaciated, sunken face, • Sagging skin, so old that it looks exactly like an aunt over thirty years old. I frowned slightly. Perhaps this is... "retribution" that the old man once mentioned - "Using evil magic to harm others, sooner or later you will harm yourself." I didn't want to stay long, so I gently pulled her arm: "Mom, let's go." But At that moment, Giang Thien Tue suddenly jumped up, as if completely out of control, rushed to the window, and used his fist to smash the glass frame. The face was distorted, the eyes were red as if they were about to burst, and the mouth was muttering words that made people shiver: "It's not true... It can't be true! Everything that's happening... is fake! I'm clearly... the one who was destined to be! I pretended to be obedient little by little, and I endured for three years... Why... did it turn out like this?!" She started saying strange words, each sentence seemed to cut straight into the silence in my head: "It's impossible! I'm a reincarnated person! I know all the scenarios in advance! I'm the real daughter of the Giang family! I'm the golden girl of Bac Thanh, the heir to hundreds of billions of assets! All the glory and wealth are mine... ...And Tu Tri Niem... you're the fake one!" Her voice broke into a scream, her hands holding her head, shaking vigorously as if to chase away a nightmare: "That's not true... clearly last year, Tu Thanh Can would have had a car accident... Tu Thanh Nho would have failed in the entertainment industry, living a gloomy life, no one would care... But why... nothing happened as I knew it... Why did everything change?! I came back three years ago! I returned to Giang family soon! According to the script, I had to live a perfect life... But now… everything… is… wrong…!!” Her voice echoed in the room, each word like the sound of a dagger hitting the tile floor. I looked at my mother, saw her face pale, her eyes flashing with a complex sadness: "Nim Niem... Maybe... he is crazy. I heard him say... all strange words..." I remained silent. No rebuttal, no consolation. In my head, a line of thoughts struck like lightning —— “No… maybe… Giang Thien Tue is not crazy.”* She… is truly a reincarnated person. But... Everything doesn't go according to the "script" she knows. 14. Another year has passed. The university entrance exam had just ended, and my third brother, Tu Thanh Mac, simultaneously ranked first in the province, becoming dual statuses - one person from the natural group, one person from the social group. The Tu family's door these days... has been stomped on by the country's top universities. The phone rings all the time, invitations are spread all over the table, from domestic to foreign, there are even prestigious academies that just by hearing their names make parents in neighboring neighborhoods blush with envy. Third brother Tu Thanh Mac decided to enroll in Bac Thanh Medical University, one of the nation's top medical schools. His name immediately appeared on the front page of the forum, hailed by the online community as "heaven's darling". As for me... everyone was guessing, everyone was sure I would choose a top school like Tsinghua or Peking University, there were even rumors that I would get a full scholarship to MIT and Oxford. But... I quietly packed my luggage, carried my small backpack, without any notice, took the earliest train of the day, stepping on a road that no one had ever thought of. I stood in front of a towering gate, red bricks tinged with time, on a moss-green tile roof covered with algae, the ironwood sign whose paint had faded still radiated an ancient, quiet atmosphere. My hand tightened the small wooden sword given to me by the old fortune teller, the tip of the sword was smooth because I had touched it countless times, and on the hilt were still engraved with two words with an old ink pen: "Tran Menh." Eyes I lit up, my breathing was heavy, there was an indescribable boiling current of enthusiasm in my chest. I raised my head, looked at the mossy wooden sign, the heavy door that seemed to separate the mortal world from a mysterious realm behind. The corners of my lips curled up, I stood on my tiptoes, my voice softly echoing in the wind: "Taoist Academy... I'm here."