True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Can't even hear breathing.

It was quiet.

Jiang Ran put down his chopsticks, his heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and called out again, "Mom?"

However, there was still no sound there.

Although Jiang Ran's ear power is not as good as that of Ling Zhonglou, it is far better than that of ordinary people.

A little movement could not escape his ears.

Moreover, this phone call did not fit Jiang Huaping's character.

When Jiang Huaping called him, it was impossible not to say anything.

problem occurs.

After these three words popped out in Jiang Ran's mind, his breathing became rapid.

Jiang Ran calmed down and spoke for the third time, pretending to know nothing: "Mom, you talk, why do you like to scare your son every time?"

"fine."

Two very calm words.

It was Jiang Huaping's voice.

But Jiang Ran could clearly hear that her tone was wrong.

"It's fine." Jiang Ran continued, "I thought you were going to hit me again."

The phone just hangs up.

Jiang Ran quickly turned on a positioning system on his mobile phone, and there was a red dot flashing on it.

The red dot was eight hundred kilometers away from him.

This is the location of Jiang Huaping.

The Ling family is a very special family in the ancient martial arts world, and the Ling family does not have old-fashioned ideas.

Other ancient Wu family refused to use modern high-tech and hot weapons.

They believe that the ancient warriors are strong enough and do not need these things to strengthen themselves, so they also set strict rules.

If any family member is found to use high-tech products that are not on the family list, they will be punished.

But the Ling family is not. Ling Zhonglou specially equips family members with guns.

Although the ancient martial artist's inner strength has been cultivated to a certain level, he can even block bullets.

But there is a word called a hundred secrets and one sparse, and no one knows if there will be an accident.

More protection can sometimes save lives.

Jiang Ran didn't think any more, he grabbed his jacket and rushed out of the apartment.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of what happens.

Jiang Huaping couldn't practice ancient martial arts, so Ling Zhonglou was very worried about this, so he could only equip her with the best weapons and guards.

There are a total of two guards, but their strength can definitely be ranked in the top ten in the entire Ling family.

It stands to reason that outside the ancient martial arts world, if ordinary people have any malice towards Jiang Huaping, they will be knocked unconscious by her guards if they can't even get close to her.

Jiang Ran wondered if it was the Ling family's nemesis family who came to Shanghai City.

If they were from the ancient martial arts family, they would indeed have the ability to attack Jiang Huaping.

He checked again where it was 800 kilometers away.

A small city called "Nancheng".

When Jiang Ran was about to book a ticket, he found that there was no flight from Shanghai to Nancheng, not even a high-speed rail.

The only train is a regular train, which takes eighteen hours.

Jiang Ran was so anxious that he called Xiu Yu and asked her to borrow her racing car.

He didn't tell Xiu Yu that he suspected something happened to Jiang Huaping, just that he wanted to escape from his father's pursuit.

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

Hopefully, nothing will happen.

**

At this time, Nancheng.

in that rental house.

"Jiang Huaping." Ye Suhe held a gun in his hand and pointed at the cheongsam woman's forehead.

Jiang Huaping sat on the chair, glanced at Ye Suhe lightly, and threw the phone out of his hand without saying anything.

After Ye Suhe took it, he picked up another hemp rope and tied Jiang Huaping's arms.

She was relieved after confirming that Jiang Huaping couldn't break free.

"Jiang Huaping, you are really kind." Ye Suhe sat down opposite Jiang Huaping, turned her phone, and threw it into the fish tank next to her, shaking her head, "Sure enough, you are just like your mother, kind enough to sacrifice your own life. lost."

She smiled with a bit of contempt: "You said, how dare you come to see me alone? Do you really think I won't do anything to you?"

Jiang Huaping did not speak.

"But I'm also a trustworthy person. Since you're here alone, I'll tell you everything." Ye Suhe admired her dejected appearance, and said, "You may not know that it was your mother who took care of her back then. I received from the Jiang family."

"I was begging on the side of the road at the time. She saw that I was pitiful, so she took me away and bought me new clothes and food, saying that she would sponsor me to go to school in the future."

The last Mrs. Jiang was a real socialite, and she has been helping out-of-school children and the elderly with orphans.

Jiang Huaping is also clear.

"Unfortunately, she doesn't know that she is bringing wolves into the room." Ye Suhe said lightly, "How can it be enough to just go to school? I have seen how powerful the Jiang family is, and naturally they want more."

"You may not know it yet, I'm an ancient doctor."

When talking about the word "ancient medicine", Ye Suhe was very proud.

And sure enough, Jiang Huaping's expression fluctuated: "Ancient doctor?"

"I gave your father medicine." Ye Suhe smiled, "It's the kind of medicine that can destroy nerves bit by bit. Have you heard of frontal lobectomy? Your father will end up like that, nothing like The Walking Dead. the difference."

Jiang Huaping naturally knew about frontal lobectomy.

Each hemisphere of the brain is divided into four lobes, with the frontal lobe taking up one-third of the volume.

Once the frontal lobe is removed, a person will lose many functions and original character.

The only thing that can be the same as a normal person is breathing.

This kind of operation has been used on those mentally ill people who are difficult to discipline.

Later, the relevant legal provisions were issued, and the frontal lobectomy was abolished.

Jiang Huaping guessed what Ye Suhe did on Mr. Jiang, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

With cold eyes, she looked at Ye Suhe coldly.

"Are you very angry? Ah, of course, of course you should be angry." Ye Suhe laughed, "Who made you ordinary people, you have never heard the word ancient medicine, even if your father goes to the hospital for regular check-ups, he can't find out. What are the medicines I gave out?"

That sachet could be found out because it contained medicinal materials.

"I destroyed his spirit bit by bit, and then deliberately let your mother see me with your father." Ye Suhe walked up to Jiang Huaping and said in a low voice, "Your mother's body was originally at that time. It's very bad, she is deeply in love with your father again, so naturally she can't stand this blow, and she died of illness not long after."

"I also naturally married your father and became the mistress of the Jiang family."

"Of course, your father was old and bones at that time. How could I really dedicate myself to him? Mo Yuan is indeed my son and someone else's."

"But your father didn't know, I forced him to make a will and gave the Jiang Group to Moyuan, so you couldn't get any shares."

"But to my surprise, your father returned to his senses before he died." Ye Suhe sighed softly, "Do you know what his last words were?"

"He asked me to let you and Jiang Chengjun go. He can give me all the Jiang Group."

A sentence of heartbreak.

Jiang Huaping closed his eyes.

She hated Mr. Jiang for more than ten years.

But before Mr. Jiang died, his only wish was for her and Jiang Chengjun.

"Don't expect me to let you go, I just like to see you wealthy nobles kneeling down and begging me." Ye Suhe smiled, "You still have one night to live, cherish the rest of your time, Jiang Huaping."

**

In the city center, in an apartment.

Ying Tianlu woke up suddenly.

Sweat gurgled down his forehead, soaking his clothes and pillows.

He glanced at the time. At six in the morning, it was still dark.

But Ying Tianlu couldn't wait. He washed his face, quickly put on his clothes, and immediately drove to the Wen family's community.

Twenty minutes later, Ying Tianlu panted to the door and rang the doorbell.

There was no movement, and he pressed it again.

After dozens of seconds, footsteps sounded and the door was opened.

After seeing the girl, Ying Tianlu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ying Zijin stood at the door, folded his arms, and his eyes were cold: "You have to be lucky, I got up early today."

She was always so irritable when she woke up that no one could cure her.

If anyone calls her forcibly, she will be beaten.

"Sorry." Ying Tianlu smiled, very relieved, "But you'll be fine."

Ying Zijin raised his eyes.

She noticed that Ying Tianlu's shirt was buttoned several times wrong.

This is almost impossible for Ying Tianlu, he has always been rigorous and meticulous.

"Zijin, listen to me." Ying Tianlu calmed his breath before speaking, "Although you may not believe it, it's really mysterious, I dreamed—"

He clenched his fingers and paused: "I dreamed last night that you died on the operating table when you were donating blood to Ying Luwei."