Chapter 339 The Truth: Seeing Ying Zijing's Future [1 Update]
You can't even hear their breathing.
A moment of silence.
Jiang Ran put down his chopsticks, his heart clenching as if gripped by a giant hand, and called out again, "Mom?"
However, there was still no sound from the other end.
Although Jiang Ran's hearing is not as good as Ling Chonglou's, it is still far superior to that of ordinary people.
No sound could escape his ears.
Moreover, this phone call was not in line with Jiang Huaping's personality.
Jiang Huaping called him; it was impossible for her not to say anything.
Something happened.
As soon as those three words popped into Jiang Ran's mind, his breathing became rapid.
Jiang Ran steadied himself and spoke for the third time, pretending not to know anything: "Mom, say something! Why do you always scare your son like this?"
"fine."
Two very calm words.
It was Jiang Huaping's voice.
But Jiang Ran could clearly tell that her tone was off.
"It's alright as long as nothing's wrong." Jiang Ran continued, feigning nonchalance. "I thought you were going to hit me again."
The call ended just like that.
Jiang Ran quickly tapped on a location system on his phone, where a red dot was flashing continuously.
The red dot was a full 800 kilometers away from him.
This is Jiang Huaping's location.
The Ling family is a very special family in the ancient martial arts world. The Ling family does not have any old-fashioned ideas.
Other ancient martial arts families refuse to use modern high technology and firearms.
They believed that ancient martial artists were already powerful enough and did not need these things to enhance themselves, so they set strict rules.
Any family member found to have used high-tech products not on the family's list will be punished.
But the Ling family was different; Ling Chonglou specifically provided guns for his family members.
Although ancient martial artists, after cultivating their internal energy to a certain level, can even block bullets.
But there's a saying, "Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws," and no one knows if an accident might happen.
An extra layer of protection can sometimes save a life.
Jiang Ran didn't think about anything else. He grabbed his coat and rushed out of the apartment.
It's better to be safe than sorry.
Jiang Huaping was unable to practice ancient martial arts, which worried Ling Chonglou greatly, so he could only provide her with the best weapons and guards.
There were two guards in total, but their strength was definitely among the top ten in the entire Ling family.
Logically speaking, outside the ancient martial arts world, if an ordinary person had any ill intentions towards Jiang Huaping, they wouldn't even be able to get close to her; they would be knocked unconscious by her guards.
Jiang Ran suspected that it might be the Ling family's arch-rival family that had come to Shanghai.
If they are both from ancient martial arts families, they certainly have the ability to take action against Jiang Huaping.
He then checked what was happening 800 kilometers away.
A small city called "Nancheng".
When Jiang Ran was about to book a plane ticket, he discovered that there were no flights from Shanghai to Nancheng, not even high-speed rail.
The only train available was an ordinary train, which took eighteen hours to travel.
Jiang Ran was extremely anxious, so he called Xiu Yu and asked to borrow her race car.
He didn't tell Xiu Yu that he suspected Jiang Huaping was in trouble; he only said that he was trying to escape his father's pursuit.
Jiang Ran started the car and began speeding away.
Hopefully, nothing bad will happen.
**
At this time, in the southern part of the city.
In that rented room.
"Jiang Huaping." Ye Suhe held a gun in her hand, pointing it at the forehead of the woman in the cheongsam, and said coldly, "I've already let you make the call. Now, turn off your phone and throw it at me."
Jiang Huaping sat in the chair, glanced at Ye Suhe lightly, said nothing, and threw the phone in her hand away.
After Ye Suhe took it, she picked up a hemp rope and tied Jiang Huaping's arms as well.
She was relieved only after confirming that Jiang Huaping couldn't break free.
“Jiang Huaping, you are so kind.” Ye Suhe sat down opposite Jiang Huaping, twirling her phone, then casually tossed it into the fish tank next to her, shaking her head. “Just like your mother, so kind that you’d risk your life.”
She smiled, a hint of disdain in her eyes: "Tell me, how dare you come to see me alone? Do you really think I won't do anything to you?"
Jiang Huaping remained silent.
“But I’m a person of my word. Since you’ve come alone, I’ll tell you everything.” Ye Suhe admired her disheveled appearance and said, “You may not know, but it was actually your mother who brought me to the Jiang family back then.”
“I was begging on the roadside when she saw how pitiful I was, so she took me away and bought me new clothes and food, saying she would sponsor my schooling in the future.”
The previous Madam Jiang was a true socialite who dedicated herself to helping out-of-school children and elderly people living alone.
Jiang Huaping also knew.
"It's a pity, she doesn't know that she's inviting a wolf into the house." Ye Suhe said calmly, "Just going to school isn't enough. I've seen how powerful the Jiang family is, so naturally I need more."
"You may not know this, but I am considered a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner."
Ye Suhe spoke with great pride when she mentioned the term "ancient medicine".
As expected, Jiang Huaping's expression changed: "Ancient medicine?"
“I drugged your father,” Ye Suhe smiled. “It’s the kind of drug that can destroy nerves little by little. Have you ever heard of a lobotomy? Your father will eventually become like that, no different from a walking corpse.”
Jiang Huaping naturally knew about frontal lobotomy.
Each hemisphere of the brain is divided into four lobes, with the frontal lobe occupying one-third of the volume.
Once the frontal lobe is removed, a person will lose many functions and their original personality.
The only thing I can do like a normal person is breathe.
This type of surgery was once used on mentally ill patients who were difficult to manage.
Later, relevant legal provisions were introduced, and lobotomy was abolished.
Jiang Huaping guessed that Ye Suhe had done something to Old Master Jiang, but she didn't expect it to be like this.
Her eyes turned cold as she looked at Ye Suhe.
"Are you very angry? Ah, of course, of course you should be angry." Ye Suhe laughed. "Who told you to be ordinary people who have never even heard of the term 'ancient medicine'? Even if your father goes to the hospital for regular checkups, he still won't be able to find out what those medicines I administered were."
The sachet was able to be identified because it contained medicinal herbs.
“I destroyed his spirit bit by bit, and then I deliberately let your mother see me with your father.” Ye Suhe walked to Jiang Huaping’s side and spoke softly, word by word. “Your mother was already in poor health at that time, and she and your father were deeply in love. Naturally, she couldn’t bear the blow and died of illness not long after.”
"I also naturally married your father and became the matriarch of the Jiang family."
"Of course, your father was already old and frail at that time. How could I possibly give myself to him? Mo Yuan, on the other hand, was indeed my son with someone else."
"But your father doesn't know that I forced him to make a will, giving the Jiang Group to Mo Yuan, so that you won't get any shares at all."
"But to my surprise, your father experienced a sudden surge of lucidity before his death and regained his senses." Ye Suhe sighed softly. "Do you know what his last words were?"
“He told me to let you and Jiang Chengjun go, and he would give me the entire Jiang Group.”
A single sentence that pierces the heart.
Jiang Huaping closed her eyes.
She had hated Old Master Jiang for over a decade.
But before he died, Grandpa Jiang's only wish was for her and Jiang Chengjun.
"Don't expect me to let you go. I love seeing you rich and powerful people kneel down and beg me." Ye Suhe smiled. "You have one more night to live. Cherish the rest of your time, Jiang Huaping."
**
In an apartment building in the city center.
Ying Tianlu suddenly woke up with a start.
Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his clothes and pillow.
He glanced at the time; it was six in the morning, and it wasn't even dawn yet.
But Ying Tianlu couldn't wait. He washed his face, quickly got dressed, and immediately drove to the Wen family's residential area.
Twenty minutes later, Ying Tianlu 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 was opened.
Upon seeing the girl, Ying Tianlu breathed a sigh of relief.
Ying Zijing stood at the door, arms crossed, her expression aloof: "You should be glad I got up early today."
Her morning grumpiness has always been severe, and no one can cure it.
If anyone tries to call her by force, they will be beaten.
"I'm sorry." Ying Tianlu smiled, looking quite relieved. "But it's good that you're alright."
Ying Zijin raised his eyes.
She noticed that Ying Tianlu's shirt was buttoned up incorrectly in several places.
This would be almost impossible for Ying Tianlu, who is always meticulous and rigorous.
"Zijin, listen to me." Ying Tianlu calmed his breathing before speaking, "Although you may not believe it, it's really very mysterious. I dreamt—"
He clenched his fists and paused. "I dreamt last night that you died on the operating table while donating blood to Ying Luwei."
(End of this chapter)
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