59: The True Young Master Who Was Tortured by His Inner Voice 1

The Original Owner, Qin Jiuge, was the child swapped at birth in the hospital, the true young master of the wealthy Qin Family who had been drifting outside for eighteen years.

When the Original Owner was brought back to the Qin Family, he had expected to enjoy family affection.

However, the fake Young Miss—Qin Qiu—accidentally activated the 'Inner Voice Sharing' System.

It allowed the Qin Family parents, older brother, and even the grandparents to clearly hear all her 'inner thoughts'.

She never spoke harshly, but when everyone was gathered, she would pretend to be unintentionally 'worried' in her heart:

'Brother Jiuge just came back, how did he knock over Mom's favorite jade bracelet? Was he doing it on purpose?'

When Qin Jiuge was clumsily learning to use a knife and fork, she would 'blame herself' in her heart:

'It's all my fault for not teaching Brother Jiuge table manners in advance. Will Mom and Dad think he can't handle himself in public?'

'If this gets out, the Qin Family will lose all face…'

'But after all, I stole his life for 18 years, so I can't really say anything…'

Even when Qin Jiuge was lying in bed with a fever at night, she deliberately stayed by his side, pretending to be 'scared' in her heart:

'Brother Jiuge's complexion is so bad. Could he have some contagious disease?'

'What if he passes it to Mom, Dad, and Brother? If he keeps dragging the family down like this…'

She never said a bad word about Qin Jiuge, only using 'worry,' 'self-blame,' and 'fear' as a disguise.

She wrapped malice in seemingly kind inner voices, precisely striking at the Qin Family's sense of propriety and selfishness.

The parents gradually grew annoyed with Qin Jiuge's 'vulgarity' and 'ignorance,' the older brother found him 'clumsy and eyesore,' and even the grandparents, who had once felt a shred of pity for him, considered him a jinx.

No one listened to Qin Jiuge's explanations. Everyone believed the words Qin Qiu repeatedly 'muttered' in her heart:

'Brother Jiuge must hate us in his heart. What he said was just angry talk.'

The real killing blow was Qin Qiu teaming up with Qin Jiuge's nominal 'female cousin,' Qin Meng.

She saw through Qin Qiu's methods, but because she was jealous of Qin Jiuge's status as the true young master, she willingly became an accomplice.

Qin Qiu 'guided' in her heart:

'Sister Mengmeng is right. If Brother Jiuge stays at home, none of us will have peace.'

'He even seems to be secretly taking money from the house. Does he have someone to support outside?'

These inner voices were heard by the parents, completely igniting their rage.

Qin Meng then took the opportunity to 'provide evidence,' forging proof that Qin Jiuge was 'stealing money,' and adding fuel to the fire by claiming he was 'causing trouble outside and bringing shame to the Qin Family.'

Without a trial, without a chance to defend himself, the Qin Family dragged the injured, lightly-clad Qin Jiuge out of the house like garbage.

That night, heavy snow sealed the city. The minus-twenty-degree cold wind swirled with ice pellets.

When Qin Jiuge curled up in the street corner outside the Qin Family villa and took his last breath, his eyes reflected the warm light shining from Qin Qiu's room on the second floor and her silent yet vicious 'prayer' in her heart:

'You dog, don't come to snatch things from me in the next life.'

[Plot summary complete]

[Original Owner's wish: Expose Qin Qiu's true face and make her live in pain for eternity.]

'A bit interesting. Let's start quickly.'

After reading the plot, Qin Jiuge thought of an interesting way to play. He couldn't wait.

When Qin Jiuge opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in the back seat of a luxury car.

Outside the window was the rapidly receding city night view; neon lights blurred into fuzzy spots of light in the rain.

'Young Master Jiuge, we are arriving at the Qin Family home soon.'

The middle-aged butler in the passenger seat turned back to say, his tone respectful but with an imperceptible distance.

Qin Jiuge could feel the weakness of this body; eighteen years of malnutrition had left marks in his marrow.

The timeline was the night the Original Owner was brought back to the Qin Family.

The car drove into a villa estate, and the iron gate slowly opened.

Even on a rainy night, the luxury of the courtyard was visible: meticulously pruned gardens, European-style fountains, and the entire three-story villa brightly lit.

The car door opened, and Qin Jiuge stepped out.

Rain hit his thin clothes—old clothes from the orphanage, washed until they turned white.

The butler offered an umbrella, but Qin Jiuge did not take it.

He looked up at a window on the second floor of the villa.

There, Qin Qiu was standing behind the curtains, observing below.

'Watching?' Qin Jiuge whispered, 'Watch closely. This is the beginning of your nightmare.'

When he stepped into the Qin Family main door, five people were already sitting in the living room.

The middle-aged man in the main seat was the chairman of the Qin Group, Qin Zhengguo, with a dignified face.

Beside him, the well-maintained woman was his wife, Su Wan, whose brows and eyes bore some resemblance to the Original Owner.

On the left sofa sat the eldest son of the Qin Family, Qin Mingyuan, twenty-five years old, already holding a key position in the company.

On the right was the Qin Family grandmother, with silver hair and holding a cane.

Sitting beside the grandmother, wearing a white dress and looking pitiful, was Qin Qiu.

'Jiuge, you're here.' Su Wan stood up, her tone somewhat complex.

She looked at Qin Jiuge's thin figure and shabby clothes, a flash of pity in her eyes, but it was quickly covered by etiquette and upbringing.

Qin Zhengguo nodded: 'Sit down. From today on, you are a member of the Qin Family.'

Qin Jiuge didn't speak, just scanned the room calmly.

He could feel the scrutiny, curiosity, and hidden disdain in those gazes.

Qin Qiu stood up, showing a gentle smile: 'Brother Jiuge, welcome home.'

'I am Qin Qiu. These eighteen years… it has been me occupying your position.'

As she spoke, her eyes turned slightly red, but her heart began to operate: [System, start transmitting inner voice.]

Qin Qiu's 'inner thoughts' were precisely transmitted to every member of the Qin Family present:

[Brother Jiuge looks so thin, he must have suffered a lot…]

[It's all my fault. I stole eighteen years of his life. I really deserve to die…]

[But, but I'm so scared. Will he hate me? Will he drive me out?]

[For these eighteen years, I've always considered this place home. If I leave, where can I go…]

[Will Mom and Dad not want me anymore? Will Brother only love him now? What should I do…]

Tears fell just right; Qin Qiu covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Su Wan's heart softened, and she stepped forward to hug Qin Qiu: 'Silly child, what are you saying? You are Mom's daughter, forever.'

Qin Mingyuan also frowned at Qin Jiuge: 'Qiuqiu is innocent too. She was just an infant back then.'

Qin Zhengguo said in a deep voice: 'Jiuge, Qiuqiu and you are both children of the Qin Family. I hope you can get along well.'

The grandmother sighed and said nothing.

Perfect. Qin Qiu sneered in her heart. This was her first step: using self-blame and pity to establish her persona, while simultaneously hinting at the 'threat' Qin Jiuge might bring.

But the next second, she froze. Because Qin Jiuge suddenly laughed.

That smile was cold and mocking, making Qin Qiu feel a chill for no reason.

'Finished acting?' Qin Jiuge said lightly.

Everyone was stunned.

Qin Qiu's heart tightened, but on the surface, she looked even more aggrieved: 'Brother Jiuge, what… what are you saying? I sincerely welcome you…'

Her inner voice transmitted again: [Why is Brother Jiuge looking at me like that? Such a scary look…] [Does he really hate me that much? What should I do…]

But this time, what the Qin Family heard was completely different content. Yes, it had been changed by Qin Jiuge.

The originally transmitted worry and self-blame were changed by Qin Jiuge to:

[This dog from the countryside, giving me attitude as soon as he arrives? How dare he!]

[I am the one who has enjoyed the life of the Qin Family's eldest Young Miss for eighteen years. Does a bumpkin like you deserve to look at me like that?]

[Just wait. It won't be long before I let you know who is the real master of this house.]

[Mom, Dad, and Brother love me the most. What are you even worth!]

[I really want to drive him out right now. A beggar wearing ragged clothes, does he deserve to enter the Qin Family door?]

The air in the living room instantly froze.

Qin Zhengguo's face sank.

Su Wan's hands holding Qin Qiu stiffened slightly.

Qin Mingyuan stood up directly: 'Qiuqiu, how… how could you think that?'

Qin Qiu had no idea what happened, only seeing that the look her family gave her had suddenly changed.

'What… what's wrong with me?' she asked blankly.

Qin Jiuge said unhurriedly: 'Nothing, just feel that what you think in your heart is not quite the same as what you say with your mouth.'

Qin Qiu's heart tightened with alarm, but on the surface, she still maintained innocence: 'Brother Jiuge, did you misunderstand something? I really have no malice…'

She tried to transmit her inner voice again: [System, what's going on? Was the inner voice transmission successful just now?] [Never mind, continue with the second step: suggest that his vulgarity will cause the Qin Family to lose face.]

Qin Qiu pretended to look worriedly at Qin Jiuge's attire, 'thinking' in her heart: [Brother Jiuge's clothes are too old. If the media takes pictures tomorrow, where will the Qin Family's face go?] [I'll go buy him new clothes tomorrow…]

But what reached the ears of the Qin Family was:

[Dressed like a beggar, so embarrassing!]

[If the media takes pictures tomorrow, how will others make fun of the Qin Family?]

[A bumpkin like this shouldn't have been brought back. Wouldn't it have been better to just give him some money and send him away!]

Qin Mingyuan's face looked even worse: 'Qiuqiu, Jiuge is our family. How could you think that?'

Qin Qiu panicked completely: 'Brother, what are you saying? How could I think that about Brother Jiuge?'

Su Wan let go of Qin Qiu, her tone complex: 'Qiuqiu, Mom always thought you were a kind child…'

'No, Mom, I really didn't!' Qin Qiu was anxious, and this time the tears were real.

'What on earth did you hear? I didn't say anything!'

Qin Jiuge enjoyed her panic and said lightly: 'Some things don't necessarily have to be said out loud.'

'People's hearts are separated by skin, but some people's thoughts cannot be hidden.'

At dinner, the atmosphere was eerily terrifying.

The long dining table was filled with exquisite dishes, and silver tableware glittered under the light.

Qin Jiuge was arranged to sit opposite Qin Qiu.

Qin Qiu decided to turn the situation around.

She had to figure out what happened, but before that, she had to use more Advanced methods.

[System, activate "Unintentional Worry" mode.]

Qin Qiu picked up the knife and fork, her movements elegant.

She deliberately slowed down her actions to let Qin Jiuge's 'clumsiness' be contrasted.

Sure enough, Qin Jiuge's way of holding the knife and fork was not standard; the orphanage wouldn't teach Western dining etiquette.

Qin Qiu 'worried' in her heart: [Brother Jiuge doesn't seem to know how to use a knife and fork…] [Should I teach him? But if I say it directly, will it hurt his self-esteem?] [Forget it, better to teach him in private, otherwise Mom and Dad will be sad if they see it…]

But what reached the ears of the Qin Family was:

[He doesn't even know how to use a knife and fork. Truly a country bumpkin!]

[Does a person like this deserve to eat at the same table as me?]

[Looking at his clumsy appearance, it's truly disgusting!]

[It would be best if he knocked the plate over so Mom and Dad can see how incapable he is!]

Qin Zhengguo put his fork down heavily on the plate, making a harsh sound.

'Qin Qiu!' He rarely called his daughter by her full name. 'Watch your manners!'

Qin Qiu's hand shook in fear, and the knife and fork fell onto the plate: 'Dad… Dad?'

Su Wan also looked at her with disappointment: 'Qiuqiu, Mom has always taught you to be tolerant of others.'

'Jiuge just came back, it's normal that he isn't familiar with these things. How could you think that in your heart?'

'What did I think in my heart?' Qin Qiu was about to collapse.

'I really didn't! It's Qin Jiuge, it must be him playing tricks!' She pointed at Qin Jiuge, her eyes full of resentment.