Chapter 1

When I was born, my father asked someone to give me the name Mia.

The fortune teller said that with this name, I would surely become rich and prosperous in the future.

But unexpectedly, my Second Uncle overheard and stole the name, giving it to my cousin instead.

What Second Uncle didn't know was that my cousin couldn't use this name.

Because the fortune teller told me with certainty:

"You were born with the protagonist's halo. What belongs to you, no one can take away."

"If she uses your name, she'll have to bear the misfortune meant for you instead, and live an unfortunate life."

"Fortune teller, can you look at the names we've chosen and see which one is better?"

My dad took out a piece of paper with several names written neatly on it.

Mia, Claire, Olivia, Sophia.

The fortune teller looked at me in my father's arms. I gave the fortune teller an innocent smile.

I was too young to remember this myself—my dad told me about it later.

When I smiled, the fortune teller couldn't help but smile along with me.

He pointed his finger at the name Mia on the paper.

"Choose this name. Your daughter suits this name. With it, I guarantee your daughter will have a life of great wealth and prosperity, with smooth fortune."

My dad got the guidance and wanted to register my name, but before he could move, he heard a sound at the door.

My dad asked, "Who's there?"

He handed me to the fortune teller to hold and went to the door himself, only to see Second Uncle's hurried retreating figure.

For some reason, my dad had a bad feeling, and unease gripped his heart.

When he returned to the room, he saw the fortune teller playing with me. Just as Dad was about to take me from the fortune teller's arms, he heard the fortune teller speak:

"Your daughter is blessed. She has a connection with me—why not let her recognize me as her godfather? In the future, she can learn my skills too."

My dad was overjoyed to hear this.

Because the fortune teller—no, my godfather—was famously accurate in this area.

So that day, my dad didn't immediately take me to register my name. Instead, he bought some gifts and took me to formally recognize my godfather.

Before leaving, the fortune teller put a crystal necklace around my neck and wrote a small note on paper for my dad.

"Daniel, if the name Mia becomes unavailable, give my goddaughter the name Olivia instead."

My dad scratched his head awkwardly.

"How could I not be able to register a name? It's just a name."

My godfather smiled mysteriously and shook his head. "Not so, not so."

"When the time comes, I'll return to teach my goddaughter myself. If you can't register the name Mia, open the note I left you."

With that, he got up and left.

My dad stood there for a few seconds before holding me and chasing out the door, but there was no trace of my godfather outside.

Unable to find him, Dad carried me—still playing with the crystal necklace around my neck—back inside.

My mom, who had been busy in the kitchen, just brought out the last dish.

She casually wiped her hands on her apron and told Dad to invite my godfather to eat. Dad shook his head, saying godfather had vanished in the blink of an eye.

During the meal, my mom fed me milk while marveling at how skilled my godfather was.

Early the next morning, just as my parents were about to take me to register my name, Second Uncle called us to the old family house.

When we arrived, quite a few people had gathered.

Second Uncle stood among the crowd, proudly raising his head as he held three-year-old cousin Mia by the hand, announcing:

"I did some calculations for my kid and changed her name to Mia—M-I-A."

My dad, holding me, widened his eyes.

When Second Uncle looked over at Dad with triumphant eyes, Dad immediately understood—Second Uncle had heard everything that day.

Other family members complained: "Making such a big deal out of nothing, calling the whole family together for this."

Second Uncle said smugly: "My daughter's name isn't simple—it's very lucky!"

He pulled a lottery ticket from his pocket: "After changing her name, I bought this lottery ticket. Guess what? I won ten thousand dollars!"

The impatient looks on everyone's faces instantly turned to surprise and flattery.

Second Uncle basked in everyone's praise, while my dad took me home to find godfather's note.

My mom took me from Dad's arms, and watched as Dad carefully opened the note godfather had left.

As soon as he opened it, Dad's furrowed brow immediately relaxed, and he even laughed out loud.

The note read:

【Name stolen, name stolen. The one who stole the name will bear disasters for my goddaughter. When I return, everything owed to little Olivia will be returned.】