The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353: 340 Head of the Ling Family, Ling Zhonglou!【2 more】

Ying Tianlv didn’t think it was a case of daydreams manifesting in sleep.

He just hoped that Ying Zijin was alright, that he could make up for all the suffering she endured over the past seventeen years.

Of course, this was just wishful thinking.

The damage that had been done couldn’t be undone.

He could only do his best.

But the dream he had yesterday was so real it startled him.

Hearing this, Ying Zijin’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

She stepped aside to let Ying Tianlv in.

Ying Zijin walked to the dining table, poured two glasses of water, and handed one to Ying Tianlv, “Your dream is quite interesting, tell me more about it.”

“Sigh…” Ying Tianlv finished a glass of water, his heartbeat still racing, he said in a low voice, “The dream felt very real; Ying Luwei was in a car accident, lost a great deal of blood, and needed you to give her a blood transfusion.”

“They forcefully took you to the operating room, administered anesthetic, and I even saw how the tubes were inserted into your body, drawing out your blood.”

“Your body was weak, but they didn’t care at all, and just like that, you died. I even saw that after you died, Ying Luwei hugged Jiang Moyuan, laughing happily, saying you—”

Ying Tianlv found it difficult to continue, the corners of his eyes reddening, “said it was good that you died. Finally, no one would disturb them.”

He slept for eight hours, but it felt like several years had passed in the dream.

He tried to wake up several times but couldn’t, as if an invisible force was pushing him to see everything through to the end.

After a long silence, Ying Zijin spoke in a faint voice, “This wasn’t a dream.”

It was a future that had been probable.

If she had continued to slumber without awakening her consciousness, without regaining her strength, the outcome would inevitably have been this.

But she couldn’t predict her own future.

Ying Zijin looked at Ying Tianlv, her gaze stirring, “Let me see your hand.”

Ying Tianlv was puzzled but still extended his hand.

Ying Zijin glanced down at it briefly.

Ying Tianlv didn’t possess the gift of divination, but he had dreamt her probable future.

Could it be just because of a blood connection?

Between relatives, it was possible to have such extraordinary dreams.

Yu Xuesheng had once told her of such a case.

When he was abroad, he treated a patient.

The patient had been stabbed thirty-two times by a thug on the street and was beyond help when brought to the hospital.

But in the end, he pulled through.

He said he dreamt of many people pulling him to a place, but his deceased mother knelt down, pleading with them not to take him away.

Indeed, there are many things in this world that science cannot explain.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” After finishing the second glass of water, Ying Tianlv finally calmed down, he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Zijin, just take it as a story I told you, don’t take it to heart.”

It was just a dream, after all.

“You rest here for a while,” Ying Zijin stood up, “I’m going to school now.”

“I don’t need to rest.” Having experienced that nightmare, Ying Tianlv was truly afraid something would happen to her, “I’ll take you.”

Ying Zijin did not refuse, donned her school uniform jacket, and walked out.

**

Elsewhere.

At seven o’clock, Jiang Ran finally arrived in Nan City.

He checked the red dot on the location system again, followed the route shown, and came to the outside of a very run-down building.

But he didn’t barge in directly; instead, he found a spot outside and squatted down.

As long as the red dot was there, it meant that Jiang Huaping was still not in mortal danger.

Jiang Ran knew that if he went in rashly, he would probably be delivering a double kill to the opposition.

He lay in the bushes and made a phone call to the Ling Family.

**

Back in the rental house at this time.

Ye Suhe woke up and went back to monitoring Jiang Huaping.

She was waiting for someone.

Only when that person arrived could she take action.

Although she was an ancient healer, her skills were not refined, and she couldn’t even handle the essence extraction of ancient medicinal herbs.

That person was even more cautious than she was, unwilling to show up until the critical moment.

What was most important was that she mentioned the words “Ancient martial arts.”

Apart from ancient martial artists and those who interact with the Ancient Martial World, ordinary people wouldn’t know about Ancient martial arts.

Shi Fengyi’s complexion changed several times, and she suddenly laughed, “You know about Ancient martial arts? If you knew Ancient martial arts, I’d have nothing to say, but you don’t. Or are you saying you brought an ancient martial artist with you?”

Jiang Huaping moved her hand and threw Ye Suhe onto the floor.

She stepped on Ye Suhe’s shoulder with one foot, “You guessed it right.”

Before Shi Fengyi could respond, two more people appeared in the rental room.

These two were the protectors sent by Ling Zhonglou to guard Jiang Huaping.

Shi Fengyi also naturally saw the emblem on the protectors’ clothing, and she couldn’t help but feel a degree of wariness, “The Ling Family.”

The Ancient Martial World and the Ancient medical field were interconnected, with information exchanged swiftly.

She couldn’t let these two ancient martial artists leave; otherwise, the elders of the Ancient medical field would surely bring her back for punishment.

In the Ancient Martial World, the Ling Family was not the most powerful clan.

Shi Fengyi was confident about confronting two ancient martial artists.

While Shi Fengyi remained calm, Ye Suhe was completely panicked.

What’s going on?

Why would Jiang Huaping, a common person, have ancient martial artists by her side?!

“Shi Fengyi, I’d advise you to stop right now,” a deep male voice rang out at that moment, “Stop now and you can keep your life.”

The voice came from the doorway.

It was a man in his forties, handsome, with the charm of a mature man, exuding a commanding presence.

“Another ancient martial artist?” Shi Fengyi sized up the man disdainfully, “It’s no use bringing more, do you think you’re the head of the Ling Family?”

Though she had fled the Ancient medical field, her position had been not low.

A few ordinary ancient martial artists trying to command her? They were utterly ignorant of their own insignificance.

Shi Fengyi paid no heed to these three ancient martial artists; she already clenched three silver needles in her hand, ready to act.

But at that moment, the two guards protecting Jiang Huaping knelt towards the man, displaying extreme respect.

“Ling Dan.”

“Ling Shuang.”

“We greet the family head.”