The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 352 - : 339 The Truth, Seeing Ying Zijin’s Future [1 more update]

Chapter 352: 339 The Truth, Seeing Ying Zijin’s Future [1 more update]

Not even a breath could be heard.

Complete silence.

Jiang Ran put down his chopsticks, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a large hand, and he called out again, “Mom?”

However, there was still no sound on the other end.

Although Jiang Ran’s hearing wasn’t as good as Ling Zhonglou’s, it was still far superior to that of an ordinary person.

He wouldn’t miss any sound.

Moreover, this phone call wasn’t in line with Jiang Huaping’s character.

When Jiang Huaping called him, she would never be silent.

Something had happened.

These three words leaped into Jiang Ran’s mind, and his breathing quickened.

Jiang Ran steadied his mind and spoke for the third time, pretending to be unaware of anything, “Mom, say something, why do you always like to scare your son?”

“It’s fine.”

Two very calm words.

It was Jiang Huaping’s voice.

But Jiang Ran could clearly hear that something was off in her tone.

“As long as it’s fine,” Jiang Ran continued pretending, “I thought you were going to hit me again.”

The call was then disconnected.

Jiang Ran quickly opened a location system on his phone, where a red dot was flashing continuously.

The red dot was 800 kilometers away from him.

This was Jiang Huaping’s location.

The Ling Family is a very special family within the Ancient Martial World, as it does not adhere to the old-fashioned views.

Other Ancient Martial Families reject the use of modern high technology and firearms.

They believe that ancient martial artists are already powerful enough and do not need these things to strengthen themselves, setting strict rules in the process.

If any family member is found using high-tech products outside of the family’s specified list, they would be punished.

But the Ling Family wasn’t the same; Ling Zhonglou even provided firearms for his family members.

Although ancient martial artists can block bullets once their Inner Strength is cultivated to a certain extent,

there’s a saying: “Even a hundred precautions can’t account for one oversight.” You never know when an accident might occur.

Having extra protection can sometimes save a life.

Jiang Ran didn’t think further, grabbed his coat, and rushed out of the apartment.

Better to be safe than sorry.

Jiang Huaping was incapable of refining Ancient Martial Arts, and Ling Zhonglou was very worried about this, so he could only provide her with the best weapons and bodyguards.

There were a total of two bodyguards, but their strength was absolutely among the top ten within the entire Ling Family.

In theory, outside the Ancient Martial World, if ordinary people had any ill intentions towards Jiang Huaping, they wouldn’t even get close to her before being knocked out by her bodyguards.

Jiang Ran suspected that maybe a family that was the Ling Family’s archenemy had come to Shanghai City.

If they were also from an Ancient Martial Family, they certainly had the capability to harm Jiang Huaping.

He checked what was 800 kilometers away.

A small city called “Nan City.”

When Jiang Ran was about to book a flight, he found that there were no flights from Shanghai City to Nan City, nor were there any high-speed trains.

The only train was a regular one that took eighteen hours.

Jiang Ran was extremely anxious, so he made a call to Xiu Yu to borrow her racing car.

He didn’t tell Xiu Yu that he suspected something had happened to Jiang Huaping, only that he was trying to escape from his father’s pursuit.

Jiang Ran started the car and began to race at high speed.

Hopefully, nothing would go wrong.

**

At this moment, in Nan City.

Inside that rental room.

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“Jiang Huaping.” Ye Suhe held a gun in her hand, pointing it at the heart of the woman in the cheongsam, coldly stating, “I’ve let you make the call. Now, turn off your phone and throw it over here.”

Jiang Huaping sat in the chair, casting a brief glance at Ye Suhe and, without saying anything, tossed her phone over.

After catching it, Ye Suhe picked up a hemp rope and tied Jiang Huaping’s arms as well.

Only after she was sure Jiang Huaping couldn’t break free did she feel relieved.

“Jiang Huaping, you really are kind-hearted,” Ye Suhe sat opposite her, twirling the phone before casually throwing it into a fish tank next to her, shaking her head, “Just like your mother, so kind-hearted that you would even lose your own life.”

She smiled, with a hint of contempt, “Tell me, how dare you come to see me alone? Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?”

Jiang Huaping did not speak.

“However, I am a person who keeps her word. Since you came alone, then I’ll tell you everything.” Ye Suhe admired her disheveled appearance before continuing, “You might not know, but it was actually your mother who brought me into the Jiang family.”

“I was begging on the streets when she saw me and took pity, took me away, bought me new clothes and food, saying she wanted to sponsor my education.”

The previous Old Madam Jiang was a true socialite, always helping orphans and the elderly.

Jiang Huaping was also aware of this.

“What a pity, she didn’t know she was bringing a wolf into her house.” Ye Suhe said indifferently, “But how could merely going to school be enough? After I saw how powerful the Jiang family was, I naturally wanted more.”

“You might not know this, but I am considered an ancient medicine practitioner.”

When she spoke the words “ancient medicine,” Ye Suhe was proud.

As expected, Jiang Huaping’s expression changed, “Ancient medicine?”

“I drugged your father.” Ye Suhe smiled, “It’s the kind that can slowly destroy the nerves. Have you heard of lobotomy? Eventually, your father will become like that, no different from a walking corpse.”

Jiang Huaping of course knew what a lobotomy was.

Each hemisphere of the brain is divided into four lobes, with the frontal lobe occupying one third of it.

Once the frontal lobe is removed, a person would lose many functions and their original personality.

The only thing they could do like a normal person was to breathe.

This surgery used to be performed on mental patients that were difficult to manage.

It was only after related legal provisions came out that lobotomy was abolished.

Jiang Huaping guessed that Ye Suhe had done something to Old Master Jiang, but she did not expect it to be like this.

Her eyes grew cold as she looked at Ye Suhe.

“Are you very angry? Ah, of course, you ought to be.” Ye Suhe began to laugh, “It’s because you are commoners, never having heard of the term ‘ancient medicine.’ Even if your father went to the hospital for regular check-ups, they wouldn’t be able to detect the medicine I administered.”

The sachet’s contents could be detected because they were medical herbs.

“I destroyed his spirit little by little, and then deliberately let your mother witness me with your father.” Ye Suhe walked up to Jiang Huaping, her voice very soft and deliberate, “Your mother was already in poor health at that time, and she had a deep love for your father, naturally she couldn’t handle the shock, and she died of illness not long after.”

“And I naturally married your father and became the Matriarch of the Jiang family.”

“Of course, your father was already old and frail by that time, how could I possibly submit to him physically? As for Moyuan, indeed, he is my son with another man.”

“But your father didn’t know that I pressured him into making a will, leaving Jiang Corporation to Moyuan, leaving you without a share of the stock.”

“Unexpectedly, your father had a moment of Returning Light Reflection before his death and regained his senses.” Ye Suhe sighed softly, “Do you know what his last words were?”

“He asked me to spare you and Jiang Chengjun, and he would give me all of Jiang Corporation.”

A soul-crushing statement.

Jiang Huaping closed her eyes for a moment.

She had hated Old Master Jiang for more than a decade.

Yet, Old Master Jiang’s last wish before dying was for her and Jiang Chengjun.

“But don’t expect me to spare you, I enjoy watching you wealthy aristocrats kneel down and beg.” Ye Suhe smiled, “You have one more night to live, so cherish your remaining time, Jiang Huaping.”

**

In the city center, inside an apartment.

Ying Tianlv suddenly woke up.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking through his clothes and pillow.

He glanced at the time, 6 a.m., the sky was still dark.

But Ying Tianlv couldn’t wait. He washed his face, quickly dressed, and immediately drove to the Wen family’s neighborhood.

Twenty minutes later, Ying Tianlv arrived at the door, panting, and pressed the doorbell.

There was no response, so he pressed it again.

Several seconds later, footsteps were heard, and the door opened.

After seeing the girl, Ying Tianlv let out a sigh of relief.

Ying Zijin stood at the doorway, arms crossed, her gaze cool, “You should feel lucky I woke up early today.”

Her irritability upon waking was notorious; no one could deal with it.

If anyone tried to wake her by force, they’d get beaten.

“Sorry.” Ying Tianlv however, smiled, feeling quite relieved, “But I’m glad you are all right.”

Ying Zijin raised her gaze.

She noticed that Ying Tianlv had several shirt buttons done wrong.

That was almost impossible for Ying Tianlv; he was always meticulous, never a hair out of place.

“Zijin, listen to me.” Ying Tianlv calmed his breathing before speaking, “Although you might not believe it, it’s incredibly mystical, I dreamed—”

His fingers clenched tight, pausing for a moment, “Last night, I dreamt that you died on the operating table while donating blood to Ying Luwei.”