"Liliana Collins! Will you just give it a rest already?"
"Our engagement is over. Stop throwing yourself at me like some desperate fool!"
"My heart belongs to Ruwei alone. You're not even fit to lick her boots..."
The harsh words jolted Liliana Collins awake.
Her eyes fluttered open to see a man in modern clothing spewing venom at her, his spittle nearly hitting her face.
Disgusted, she recoiled slightly, her delicate brows knitting together in irritation.
What in the world? Hadn't she died?
Her attempt at ascension in the cultivation realm had failed, leaving not even a trace of her remains.
Yet here she was, blinking into a painfully familiar modern setting.
Before she could process it, a sharp pain lanced through her skull, followed by a flood of foreign memories.
She had been reborn.
Her soul had taken over the body of a suicidal young woman—one who shared her name and lived in the 21st century.
This was the very world Liliana had left behind before crossing into the realm of cultivation.
After a thousand years of wandering and cultivation, she had become a formidable master of the ghostly path—only to find herself back here again.
"Liliana Collins! Are you deaf? Did you not hear me talking?!"
The man beside her was still spewing verbal poison.
Liliana Collins had had enough.
With a sudden surge of energy, as if rising from her deathbed, she swung her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
"You—how dare you hit me?" The man was utterly stunned.
"With a mouth that foul, you had it coming," Liliana said coldly.
Having absorbed the memories of her original body, she knew exactly who he was—Ezra Morton, her so-called fiancé.
Ezra didn’t love the original host. No, his heart belonged to Rosie Collins, the adopted daughter of the Shen family.
Three months ago, for the sake of his family, Ezra had reluctantly agreed to the engagement and even pretended to be affectionate for a while.
But now, he had grown bold.
The reason? His cousin Henry Earl was on the verge of death.
And who was Henry Earl?
A self-made billionaire who built a commercial empire from scratch. At just 27, he had already become a legend in the business world.
He was nothing short of a myth in the Chinese corporate sphere.
But he was dying...
Despite controlling a vast business empire, Henry Earl had remained alone his entire life—no wife, no children.
Upon his death, all his assets would pass to his only cousin, Lilian Earl.
And Ezra Morton was Lilian Earl’s sole son.
In other words, every last penny of Henry Earl’s fortune would fall into the hands of that scumbag, Ezra Morton.
No surprise, then, that Ezra had immediately shown his true colors, eagerly breaking off his engagement with the original host of this body.
Heartbroken after a lifetime of hardship and now abandoned by her fiancé, the original owner had chosen to end her life in despair...
Liliana Collins smirked coldly. These heartless bastards who had trampled on the original owner’s feelings? She’d deal with them herself.
Without hesitation, she pressed the call button by the bed three times in quick succession.
Alarmed, the nurse rushed over, thinking something was wrong.
Pointing at Ezra Morton with undisguised disgust, Liliana said, "Nurse, this guy won’t leave me alone—buzzing around like a fly. He’s ruining my rest, and frankly, he’s making me sick. Could you please escort him out? The sight of him makes me want to vomit."
Ezra Morton was stunned.
Had Liliana Collins lost her mind?
She used to adore him—how dare she speak to him like that?
Didn’t she fear he’d walk away and never look back?
As if reading his thoughts, Liliana Collins actually gagged in disgust.
The young nurse immediately put on a stern face. "What's your relationship with the patient? This is a VIP ward—family members only. Get out now, or I'll call security."
Ezra Morton had been treated like royalty since childhood, with people fawning over him wherever he went. Now, as the heir to a hundred-billion-dollar fortune, he wasn't about to take this kind of disrespect. The sting from Liliana's slap still burned, and he unleashed his fury on the nurse.
"Are you blind? My uncle is Henry Earl. I'm the successor to the Earl Group. This hospital will be mine soon. I'm giving you one chance—get on your knees and apologize, or pack your things and get out right now."
The nurse's face paled. Ezra thought she was scared, but instead, she spat in contempt.
"You lunatic! How dare you claim to be our chairman's nephew? Get lost before I call security!"
Fuming, she made a move to summon help.
Ezra's jaw clenched, his voice dripping with menace. "Fine. Just fine. You'll regret this."
As he stormed out, his eyes promised retribution.
Liliana knew—once he inherited that fortune, he'd come back for revenge.
"I'm doomed. I'll probably have to quit now," the nurse muttered, her face etched with worry.
Liliana recognized her fear. "Afraid of his retaliation?"
"I'm not afraid of his revenge. But if he really becomes the hospital owner, I refuse to work under someone like him. I'd rather die than bow to him."
Liliana Collins found herself drawn to the stubborn young nurse. With a reassuring smile, she said, "Don't worry, your boss isn’t going to die."
The nurse sighed, hesitating. "You don’t understand... Never mind, I can’t say more..."
She knew Henry Earl was already brain-dead, hanging by a thread—unless a miracle happened.
Liliana didn’t press further, turning to change before visiting Henry.
Just as she was about to leave, two unexpected visitors arrived.
Wanda Wright, the original host’s mother, and Rosie Collins, the adopted daughter.
Rosie and Liliana had been born in the same hospital. To secure a better life for their own child, Rosie’s parents had switched the two infants at birth.
Raised as the cherished heiress of the Shen family, Rosie grew up draped in luxury, basking in endless adoration.
Even after Liliana was recognized and brought back eighteen years later, Rosie’s position remained unshaken.
It wasn’t just that Rosie had stolen Liliana’s rightful place—she had also taken her destiny and fortune.
Rosie was heaven’s favorite, surrounded by people who doted on her, orbiting her like planets around the sun.
The original host’s fate, however, was the polar opposite.
Switched at birth, robbed of her fortune, she endured unbearable torment at the hands of her adoptive parents.
When she finally found her birth family, their overwhelming favoritism toward Rosie left her cornered, with nowhere left to turn.
Liliana Collins curled her lips into a cold smirk, her eyes brimming with undisguised mockery.
She couldn’t wait to see what fate awaited Rosie Collins once her luck began to crumble. The thought of that venomous impostor getting her comeuppance filled her with dark anticipation.
"Liliana, your mother made you some chicken soup. And there’s something we need to discuss."
Wanda Wright walked in carrying the soup, though her real purpose was clearly the conversation. She set the bowl down on the table without even bothering to suggest Liliana eat first.
"You know very well that Ruiwei and Yuze grew up together. They were practically engaged before you stepped in. But Ruiwei, being the bigger person, selflessly stepped aside because you claimed to love him."
"Now Yuze wants to break off the engagement with you and be with Ruiwei. Since they’re truly in love, you should stop making a scene and just let go."
"The family has already decided—they’re getting engaged. From now on, put Yuze out of your mind. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to find you a suitable match when the time comes."
Liliana remained silent, her gaze icy.
Wanda’s expression soured. "Liliana, I know this is hard for you. But let’s not forget—this engagement was Ruiwei’s kindness to you in the first place..."
"*Kindness*?" Liliana couldn’t help but let out a derisive laugh.
