"Smack!"

"Why are you yelling? You think you can act tough here? Shut up, or I’ll kill you!"

The man shoved her hard. A loud "thud" followed as the girl’s head slammed against the wall.

Blood gushed out instantly!

Seeing her collapse on the floor, motionless, Timothy Grant started trembling. "B-big brother, is she… dead?"

Benson Grant frowned, stooped down, and checked her breathing. He cursed under his breath. "What a damn mess!"

"But big bro, she’s so pretty. If she’s dead, how are we supposed to explain this?"

Who knew what grudge this girl had gotten herself into? Whoever paid them didn’t want her dead, just sold off to some mountain village to be married off. It was a fate worse than death!

"Shut it. Tell them the job’s done if they ask."

"Now, hurry up! Dump her body in the woods and don’t drag this out!"

She was nothing but trouble, just like countless others before her. If she’s gone, so be it.

Timothy swallowed hard. "Alright… got it. I’ll deal with it now."

......

When Aria Spencer woke up, everything around her was pitch black.

She stirred, realizing, unbelievably, she was alive.

Falling off that cliff and surviving—she must have nine lives.

But still... When she touched the clothes on her body, she froze.

“Huh?”

“Why are my clothes so rough?”

“When did my chest get this big?”

“Wait, why is my hair in braids now?”

“Ugh!”

“Why does the back of my head hurt so bad?”

She reached to touch her head and felt something wet—it was blood.

Then, like a flood, memories came rushing into her mind.

She clutched her head, trying to endure the sharp pain, waiting for the tidal wave of memories to settle.

“Tsk, I’ve actually been reborn... into a village girl?”

“The original owner died miserably—seriously, who set her up like this?”

“Human trafficking?”

“Perfect!”

“I haven’t seen blood in a while, time to make you scumbags pay for what you did to her.”

Still, touching her suddenly noticeable “assets,” she found it hard to adjust.

After all, in her last life, she was flat as a board, and now, suddenly this curvy? She’d need a moment to process.

Aria Spencer glanced down at the lotus-shaped mark on her chest. After confirming it was still there, she quickly took some medicine out from her space and bandaged her wounds haphazardly.

Then, following the original owner’s memory, she set out to settle the score with those lowlifes.

The night air in the mountains was crisp and chilly, the kind of breeze that could easily rattle one’s nerves.

If it were any average girl stranded in such an isolated forest, she’d probably be scared out of her wits by now. Aria Spencer stretched her body, a chilling smile curling the corners of her mouth.

No one could tell that she wasn't the same person anymore.

The naive pushover who used to occupy this body was gone for good.

"Little Aria, don't worry. I'll get your revenge. Next time, don't let yourself be bullied and taken advantage of."

Just as the words left her lips, a sharp pain stabbed through her chest, though the ache vanished almost immediately.

She understood; it was the original owner's unfulfilled longing.

From now on, she'd live her life well—for the original owner.

Inside the rundown mud-brick house, Benson Grant dismissed his underling and lit up a cigarette from a stash he was fond of.

Times were tough for most families around here, but not for people like him. His pockets never ran dry, not when every "turnover" earned him a fortune.

Every deal brought him a few carefree days.

It was a shame he’d gone too hard this time; otherwise, that pretty girl wouldn’t have kicked the bucket.

Still, someone had paid up front for the job, or else it all would’ve been for nothing.

As he basked in his smug pleasure, his eyes caught the silhouette of a girl standing in front of the stove bed.

He rubbed his eyes, the figure vaguely familiar.

His room rarely let in even a fly, much less a woman.

Now that there was someone standing there, he couldn't help but wonder if he was hallucinating. "Hehehe..."

"I died so unjustly... Give me back my life..."

Aria Spencer put on her best ghostly act, making herself scarier than any real ghost, just to scare that scumbag half to death.

"Ahhh!!!"

Benson Grant saw a woman gliding across the floor, and he immediately wet his pants, stumbling backward in sheer terror. "I didn’t kill you! Don’t come for me!"

"Hehehe, you dumped me in the mountains earlier, left me for the wolves. They tore me into pieces! My death was beyond tragic..."

Benson screamed, "Ahhh! Don’t come any closer!"

Looking at the wet stain on the bed, Aria felt utterly disgusted.

She purposely lowered her voice, making it cold and hollow, "Who told you to kidnap me? Don’t tell me, and I’ll drag you to hell with me! Roads are rough down there—you can lead the way."

Seeing the "ghost" with blood still dripping from her face, Benson turned as pale as paper.

If anyone dared to say ghosts don’t exist, he’d slap them himself!

"Miss Ghost, we were just following orders, taking money to do the job. We never even saw the person who hired us—just know it’s some woman with a Beijing accent. That’s all! Please, let me go! I didn’t want to hurt you, I swear!"

Aria frowned. A rural girl offending someone from the capital? Now that’s strange. Aria Spencer searched through the original memories over and over again but found no clue.

The only connection to someone from Beijing was the group of educated youth in the village.

Could it be one of them?

Seeing the "ghost woman" staying silent, Benson Grant hurriedly begged again, "Ghost lady, I’m begging you, please don’t kill me! I’ve got money, loads of it! I’ll give you everything, just let me live. I swear I’ll never do this again!"

Coming back to the moment, Aria stared at the man in front of her and casually tossed a small stone his way.

A sharp "thud" echoed in the room.

Benson’s head slammed against the wall before he slumped to the floor unconscious.

Double-checking to ensure he was completely out cold, Aria ripped off the props she had been wearing.

"Ugh, so hot! Guess summer isn’t the time for cosplay."

After tidying up her gear, Aria scanned the room, noticing Benson had been using DP. Her gaze turned frosty.

"Seriously, can’t you just live like a decent human being? Why choose to act like a monster? Since you crossed my path, I might as well teach you a lesson for the heavens!"

Ten minutes later, Aria walked out of the room.

Looking up at the full moon hanging in the sky, her thoughts drifted to the original’s family.

Who knows how worried they must be after she’d been missing for so long.

"Ah, sweet but such a pain in the neck!" After changing into clean clothes and dropping off the report at the police station, she walked back to the village under the moonlight, taking small, deliberate steps.

On the way, she sorted through the original owner’s memories in her head.

The original owner had the same name as her—Aria Spencer—and lived in Sanhetun.

The Spencer family had an elderly matriarch who called the shots in the family. She had three sons and one daughter.

The eldest uncle’s family had three sons.

Her own family had four siblings, all brothers except for her, the youngest.

The third uncle’s family had two sons.

Then there was her aunt, who married well. Her husband was the director of a textile factory in the city, and they had two sons. By village standards, they were considered an ideal match.

In the Spencer family, girls were especially cherished. Among the younger generation, Aria was the only girl, so she was pampered to the extreme. They treated her like a fragile treasure, always afraid she might get hurt.

However, the biggest mystery in the family was the identity of the original owner’s mother. No one knew her background. They only knew she was beautiful and educated.

The original owner’s father was considered incredibly lucky to have married a woman like her.