"Xiao Ruan, which lottery ticket do you think Daddy should buy?"
That familiar voice…
I opened my eyes, dazed, and looked around.
The same street. The same hand. The same people.
Was I… reborn?
Joy surged uncontrollably in my chest. Before I could even decide whether I should help the Lu family change their fate, a sudden voice rang out—
[That Taoist we met yesterday said Xiao Ruan's left eye can foresee the future. I wonder if it's true.]
[Well, it's only fifty yuan anyway. Might as well give it a try.]
What… was that?
Was that Dad's voice?
I stared at the man beside me, who was lowering his head, pondering which lottery ticket to buy.
If he already knew my left eye could predict the future, then his stubborn insistence in my previous life on keeping me in the Lu family suddenly made sense.
But then…
Why could I hear his thoughts?
Was this Heaven's way of compensating me for the misery of my past life?
My mind was in chaos, my soul unsettled.
My adoptive father followed his usual habit and bought two tickets, then turned to ask me which one he should buy with the remaining money.
I took a deep breath.
Putting on a bright, innocent smile, I pointed to the ticket placed at the very edge.
"The one on the far side. Xiao Ruan sees purple light on it."
My adoptive father studied me carefully, clenched his teeth, and bought it.
On the day of the draw, that very ticket won the fifty-million jackpot.
Overjoyed, my adoptive father lifted me high into the air.
"My Xiao Ruan really brings good fortune! Even the ticket she points at wins the grand prize! Just wait—once we collect the money, Daddy will buy you cake!"
[Looks like that Taoist was right. Xiao Ruan's left eye really can see the future.]
[With this ability, my rise to wealth and power is only a matter of time.]
Where he could not see, the corners of my lips curled into a cold smile.
I wanted to see for myself—when the fortune he gained so easily would eventually be destroyed by his own son, whether he would still want to keep him.
Just like in my previous life, soon after the lottery win, my adoptive mother was found to be pregnant.
The Lu family's luck surged without pause.
With the tens of millions left after taxes in hand, my adoptive father began his business ventures. Under the guise of my "childish innocence," money flowed in even faster than before.
This time, he even founded his company two years earlier than in my last life.
Ecstatic, my adoptive father planned to take the whole family abroad on vacation—only for a car accident to occur on the very day we were supposed to head to the airport.
"Hey, did you hear why the man in the next bed had to have his leg amputated? It's because the son in his wife's belly cursed him—drained all his luck."
"No way. How could luck just be 'cursed away' like that?"
"Don't you doubt it. My second aunt's family had a daughter first, then won the lottery. Later they had a son—lost all the money, ended up owing a pile of loan sharks, and the wife even ran away."
"That's luck conservation. If a family has one lucky child, the next one must be a disaster-born son. I heard the man next door's situation is exactly like my aunt's."
"Really?!"
In the ward, my adoptive father—who had just woken up—hurriedly pulled the curtain open and questioned them.
Originally, he was meant to stay in a VIP ward, but at my suggestion—under the excuse of "not wasting resources"—he had been transferred to a regular shared ward. And here, gossip was plentiful.
He chatted with the two middle-aged women for a long time. When the man in the neighboring bed woke up, my adoptive father, still unwilling to believe it, asked him several more questions.
I didn't know what the man said—but my adoptive father's expression grew darker by the minute.
That was when I walked in, carrying a thermos of chicken soup.
"Daddy, the nurse said all the VIP wards are full, so you'll have to stay here. Mommy's feeling unwell and resting at home, so I brought you chicken soup."
The others watched as an eight-year-old girl skillfully opened the thermos and poured out the soup. One after another, they praised him:
"You're really blessed—your daughter is so filial. She's already better than my useless son!"
"They say daughters are their father's little padded jackets. Seeing this makes me want to have a daughter too."
Even the man in the neighboring bed sighed,
"My daughter is just as filial. It's just a pity that my son is such a disappointment…"