Transmigrated into a Regret-Flow Story? Starting with a Hundred Pulls—Pure Satisfaction!

After receiving a nine-million check, Tang Qingmo immediately went to the relevant bank to cash it.

However, because the amount was too large, he simply opened a new account and then withdrew the money in batches, transferring it into the system account.

With another small sum credited to his name, Tang Qingmo was in a very good mood, so he decided to do something that would make him even happier.

[System, tell me where that nanny lives, will you?~]

He had been transmigrated into this world for several days already—it was time to go meet the culprit who had destroyed the original owner's entire life.

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Located in the center of Magic City was a residential complex—Ai Huanjing.

Because of its beautiful environment, convenient transportation, and newly built buildings, even a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment there cost at least five million.

Wang Mei was originally a nanny of the Tang family. Eighteen years ago, driven by her own selfish desires, she had swapped her newborn son with the Tang family's newborn young master, and even had her younger brother dump the baby into some unknown garbage dump.

Yet all these years, she had lived in regret.

Until the real young master of the Tang family was found.

She then heard that the boy had picked up bad habits outside and turned bad, so he was not favored by the Tang family.

On the contrary, her own biological son was still the most beloved child in the Tang household.

Thus, Old Master Tang and the young ladies, in gratitude for her having given birth to such an outstanding son for them, forcibly gifted her a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment worth eight million.

Wang Mei was both shocked and overwhelmed.

For eighteen years, she had lived in fear and anxiety, tormented by guilt over the switched children. How could she accept further kindness from the Tang family?

So at first, she refused.

But the Fourth Miss and Fifth Miss insisted she accept it, saying they would often visit her and bring expensive gifts.

Left with no choice, she accepted it with tears, brought her younger brother from the countryside to live with her, and began a life of monthly income, luxury gifts, and affluent guilt.

Today, after returning from a full noblewoman-grade SPA session at a nearby high-end beauty salon, Wang Mei noticed that the lock on her door seemed to have been tampered with.

But after hesitating for just one second, she still went inside.

This was Ai Huanjing, after all—far more expensive than ordinary apartments, with excellent security.

So she opened the door without much worry.

The moment she turned on the light, she was instantly frightened by the silhouette of a person sitting on a chair inside.

"Ahhh!!"

The LV bag Tang Feifei had given her last week fell to the ground as she nearly stumbled backward.

The "figure" inside slowly stood up and walked toward her.

"So, after becoming a kidnapper, you're living quite comfortably, huh?"

"Y-you… who are you…!?"

The figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing Tang Qingmo's face.

"You should know who I am," Tang Qingmo said. His eyes were dark, but his smile was dazzlingly bright.

"If you've forgotten, I'd be very hurt~"

"Y-you…!?"

Wang Mei truly couldn't recognize him.

After switching Tang Qingmo away, she had immediately left the Tang household. Even after he was found again, she never saw him.

So she had no idea who the man before her was.

Of course, her reaction was entirely within Tang Qingmo's expectations. He widened his eyes and spoke slowly, word by word:

"Have you forgotten the child you kidnapped yourself?"

"!!!"

This time, Wang Mei really collapsed onto the floor, staring at him in terror.

"Y-you… could it be… Tang… Tang…"

"That's right. I'm Tang Qingmo—the Tang family's young master who was swapped away by you eighteen years ago. Now you remember, don't you?"

"I-I…!!"

Seeing Tang Qingmo's half-smiling expression, Wang Mei trembled violently in fear.

She clearly remembered the Fourth Miss and Fifth Miss telling her that the whole family disliked this young master, and that they would never tell him her address—so she could live here at ease.

Then why… why did Young Master Tang know where she lived!?

Tang Qingmo turned his head, surveying the apartment with mockery as he sighed:

"Three bedrooms and a living room, right in the expensive city-center district of Ai Huanjing."

"You—a criminal—are living even better than me, the real young master of the Tang family."

Tang Qingmo was smiling, yet an invisible pressure radiated from him, making it hard for Wang Mei to breathe as she knelt on the ground.

"Y-young master… it's not like that. It's because the old master and the young ladies—"

"I know~"

Tang Qingmo walked up to Wang Mei.