Chapter 4 — The Campus Queen's Destiny Swap System

And then— 【My aunt has hidden this secret for years, terrified of retaliation and too afraid to speak out. But now, witnessing firsthand how the true heiress is forced to wander outside while the impostor struts about arrogantly under false pretenses, she has decided to speak up. Even if it means facing retribution and shedding blood, she is not afraid—she will expose the truth!】 I read the post with nothing more than a cold, bitter smile. That red birthmark on her right wrist—did Hua Qingqing not have one as well? Within a single night, the post sent shockwaves through the entire campus. The news spread like wildfire, and even our class group chat erupted into absolute chaos with endless debates: "Oh god, does that mean Zhu Vivi is the fake one? Where on earth is the real heiress floating around??" "I seem to remember Hua Qingqing actually has a red birthmark on her wrist... could she possibly be the swapped child?" "Oh please, why believe internet rumors? They are all just clickbait fabrications!" "Say what you will, but that post was excruciatingly detailed, even giving the exact birth year and month..." I curled my lips, my gaze as cold as ice. Hua Qingqing, you certainly initiated a neat preemptive strike—but you were far too impatient. In this media war, do not blame me for showing no mercy. The game... has only truly begun.

【What the hell, isn't this practically pointing straight at Zhu Vivi? Is this real or what?】

【Look at that unshakeable tone, it doesn't sound like a fabrication at all... Could there really be such a heaven-shaking child-swapping scandal?!】

【Think about it, what parents wouldn't want their daughter to live a life of luxury? Art imitates life after all, plenty of wet nurses commit infant-swapping atrocities.】

【I remember it vividly... Hua Qingqing supposedly has a red birthmark on her right wrist?? WTFFF! There's no way it's a coincidence?!】

At the same time, the entire Hua household—except for Hua Qingqing—received an encrypted file. Sent directly from the Chi family, the contents detailed the absolute truth of everything that had once happened to me. Attached to it were: A close-up photograph of my face after my appearance was fully restored. A meticulously sealed bag of hair—intended for DNA verification. In truth, the DNA test was merely a formality, because—my restored face was an exact mirror of the Hua matriarch in her youth, an undeniable resemblance that left no room for argument.

My phone was practically blowing up with a barrage of incoming calls. The Hua family continuously messaged and called, frantically searching for me. Hua Zhiyuan personally drove through the night, bringing my biological parents—Mr. and Mrs. Hua—straight to the Chi residence, where he did not hesitate to drop to his knees and beg Chi Yan to let them see me just once.

Yet at that very moment... Hua Qingqing was still deeply immersed in her sweet illusions, daydreaming that she was about to step into high society, ascend to the pinnacle of prestige, and become the protagonist of someone else's life. She had no idea whatsoever that the retribution meant for her... was knocking softly on her door, step by step.

7

On the day of Chi Yan’s birthday banquet, Hua Qingqing led a mob of schoolmates and barged straight into the venue, storming directly toward my biological parents—Mr. and Mrs. Zhu. The scene was an exact mirror of the orphanage all those years ago: tears and snot streaming down her face, weeping as if the heavens were collapsing: "Mother! Father! I am your real flesh and blood! It is Zhu Vivi who has deceived everyone!" Then she whipped her head toward me, her eyes bloodshot, as if she were exacting a grudge suppressed for countless years: "You shameless tramp! You stole my identity for all these years, now it is time to return it!"

Yet—completely contrary to what she had imagined—no one looked shocked or rushed eagerly to demand a DNA test. Instead, Hua Zhiyuan stepped forward with a face as cold as stone and delivered a resounding, razor-sharp slap across her cheek. "Hua Qingqing, you make me sick to my stomach!"

Clutching her stinging face, she collapsed to the ground, wearing an expression of profound grievance as though she had suffered some unimaginable injustice. She turned to Mr. and Mrs. Zhu and wailed dramatically, "Mother! Father! You saw that! The Hua family has always treated me this way!"

"I suspected it for a long time... I am not their biological child! Back then, they merely adopted me from an orphanage, and seeing how smart and pretty I was, they wanted to exploit me!" The more she spoke, the more agitated and pitiful her sobbing became: "Hurry up and get a DNA test done, Father, Mother! I refuse to stay another second in the Hua household! Every single day I spent there was like living in hell! You have no idea how utterly repulsive the Hua family truly is!"

Hua Qingqing’s voice was piercingly loud, echoing throughout the grand banquet hall. She had even arranged for media reporters and a group of schoolmates to be present beforehand, intending to leverage public pressure to force my biological parents into "rescuing their daughter."

However... This noisy spectacle only chilled the hearts of Mr. and Mrs. Zhu even further. The two of them stood in heavy silence, staring at the frantically weeping girl before them—the child they had cherished and doted on for over a decade—who was now revealing such a terrifyingly vicious core. Driven purely by vanity, status, and wealth, she would stoop to any conceivable depravity.

A mother trembled as she tightly clutched her husband's sleeve, her voice choked with tears: "I cannot believe... this is the child we called our daughter for ten whole years..."

The father clenched his fists tightly, his lips pressed into a thin, grim line. He remained entirely silent... but his gaze was completely devoid of even a shred of lingering affection for Hua Qingqing.

Hua Qingqing—this game of destiny-swapping that she had been so utterly confident of winning... was now collapsing into ruins piece by piece.

At that moment, reporters continuously fired their camera flashes, illuminating the entire hall in a blinding glare. Numerous media outlets began live-streaming the event, and within mere minutes, the viewer count surged past a million. Meanwhile, her outraged schoolmates joined in unison, shouting and howling until the atmosphere reached a deafening crescendo:

"If there's nothing shady going on, just take the DNA test! What are you afraid of? Or are you just trying to stop the real heiress from reuniting with her parents?"

"The movies weren't lying! I can't believe there are actual parents in real life this cold to their own flesh and blood, still defending a fake impostor!"

"Reading the forum posts last night made my blood boil! Why should a fake live in luxury for over a decade?!"

"This is completely unfair! I demand an immediate on-site DNA test to grant Qingqing the justice she deserves!"

Ultimately, playing right into Hua Qingqing's intended script, crushed under the immense weight of media and public pressure, Mr. and Mrs. Zhu were forced to consent to an immediate DNA test right there at the banquet. Leveraging a specialized expedited testing procedure, the results were processed and delivered within the very same day.

The first result: I—Zhu Vivi—shared no blood relation whatsoever with Mr. and Mrs. Zhu.

The crowd instantly erupted into an uproar. Hua Qingqing went practically delirious with joy, her eyes sparkling as though she were on the verge of tears: "I knew it all along!!! I am the true biological daughter! I told you so!!"

Yet... just as she parted her lips to scream out in triumphant celebration, the second document envelope was unsealed.

Hua Qingqing—also shared zero blood relation with the Zhu family.

She froze instantly like a petrified statue, before her legs buckled entirely, sending her collapsing limply to the floor as if all her strength had abandoned her. Her eyes widened in horror, her lips trembling in absolute disbelief: "No... impossible... This is fake! Someone tampered with this! I am the real daughter of the Zhu family! These reports are fake, all of them are fake!"

Every gaze within the hall converged upon her, shifting from suspicion to shock, and gradually... turning into utter disgust and contempt.

The person who once sat high above looking down upon the world was now left without a single soul believing her words. The stage she had meticulously built with her own hands had transformed into a quagmire swallowing her alive. Zhu Vivi truly was not their biological child—yet she had never engaged in deception. While Hua Qingqing—possessing nothing at all—had schemed to seize everything.

And now, the harsh truth... had torn her delusions to shreds.

Step by step, I walked closer to Hua Qingqing, the heels of my shoes striking the cold floor with sharp, deliberate echoes. She remained collapsed on her knees, her vision scattering wildly, her complexion as pale as a sheet of paper. I bent down toward her—

"Crack!"

A resounding, crisp slap echoed sharply across the hall.

This single blow was a debt I had waited ten agonizing years to collect. Ten years—enduring the filthiest labor stripped of all human dignity. Ten years—huddled in the freezing shadows, watching her grace television screens like a pampered princess draped in gorgeous gowns, flashing radiant smiles, where everything rightfully belonged to... me. Ten years—gritting my teeth in fierce resentment, even harboring fleeting fantasies of tearing apart and consuming the flesh of the one who had robbed me of my life.