Lin Xiao Yan died at her fifth birthday. The party had been a glittering affair—cakes stacked like towers, balloons floating everywhere, and the laughter of children echoing in the grand hall. But it had been a trap, one meticulously planned by her enemies. She remembered the sweet taste of cake, the sound of clapping, and then—pain, darkness, and silence.
And then she opened her eyes.
Bright lights, whirring cameras, and a strange voice calling her name:
"Xiao Yan, come on! Time for rehearsal!"
Blinking, she tried to sit up. She wasn't in her old body—the tiny, sharp, mafia-trained girl she had been—but in a soft, delicate body, dressed in a frilly pink dress that smelled faintly of lavender. She glanced at her reflection: round cheeks, wide eyes, and a timid smile.
She had transmigrated. Again.
And not just anywhere—she was now the daughter of Hua Yichen, a former celebrity clinging to fading fame, and someone who clearly had no idea what she was getting herself into.
Lin Xiao Yan's tiny fists clenched. "Great. Weak little body, fragile mom, and a reality show. Could things get any worse?"
Before she could process more, a producer burst in, clipboard in hand.
"Xiao Yan! The cameras are ready! Don't be late for your first scene with Mommy!"
She glanced at her mother, Hua Yichen, fussing over her hair, mumbling about how this show could revive her career. Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the contract on the table. A quick scan revealed the truth: if the show flopped, both mother and daughter had to work for free.
Her lips pressed into a line. Protecting her mother—who clearly didn't know what she was getting into—would require action.
The cameras rolled, and the first challenge was announced: survive on a deserted island. Xiao Yan's eyes sparkled. Survival? She knew a thing or two about that.
Other children hesitated, shivering at the thought of wild animals and hunger. But Xiao Yan… she saw an opportunity. When the producers handed her a rope tied to a wild boar, she clenched it tightly. The boar snorted aggressively.
"Sniff sniff… Mommy…" she whimpered, but her voice carried just enough fear to look authentic while her mind calculated every move. "…the boar is fierce. I'm scared."
Viewers watching live gasped. The producers panicked. But Xiao Yan gritted her teeth and dragged the beast along. Each struggle was a show of determination wrapped in innocence.
By the end, social media exploded:
"What is this weird strong loli???"
"Give our Xiao Yan more screen time! She's the cutest!"
"We want an episode with just Xiao Yan and Mommy!"
Lin Xiao Yan leaned back, satisfied. Step one: gain popularity. Done.
Step two was more complicated. A few weeks into filming, she discovered a deeper secret. Hua Yichen had been tricked by a man—Chen Zehao—into a one-night scheme that resulted in Xiao Yan's birth. The very man who had caused her mother so much pain was somewhere out there, oblivious to the little storm approaching.
Xiao Yan's tiny fists clenched again. A determined smile spread across her face. "Scum. Forget about you. I'll bring Mommy back to M country, and then I'll introduce her to a super handsome guy. One step at a time."
But her plan hit a surprising twist when Hua Yichen pulled out a jade memento—the same one Chen Zehao had given her long ago—to sell for transportation money. Xiao Yan froze. Her sharp eyes narrowed.
"…That jade," she whispered, "…is the same as the one around Daddy's neck."
Suddenly, it all made sense—the half-soul she had felt lingering in the back of her consciousness, the strange familiarity of her new body, the bond with her twin she hadn't realized existed…
Her tiny chest swelled with pride. The two souls, split from a single fetus, were finally fusing back together. And now, she had the power, the wit, and the cunning of two lives in one.
Her plan formed with crystal clarity: first, dominate the variety show, turning critics into fans. Second, expose Chen Zehao and protect her mother. Third, reunite with her father, Liang Zhiwei, and finally restore her family's honor.
But for now… there was a camera rolling, a wild boar tugging against her grip, and millions of viewers about to fall in love with the weirdest, strongest, most unpredictable five-year-old they had ever seen.
Xiao Yan adjusted her little dress, squinted at the camera, and whispered:
"Watch carefully, world. This is how a little missy runs the show."
Somewhere in the audience, Hua Yichen smiled, completely unaware that her daughter wasn't just cute—she was dangerous in the most adorable way possible.