Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 269 Not Recognizing Real Value (First Update)

Chapter 269: 269 Not Recognizing Real Value (First Update)

Wen Ziyao curled up on the bed, her body wrapped in a long red nightgown.

Her body had already merged with the red bedsheet, only her head sticking out.

It appeared strikingly abrupt.

It was as if her head had been severed and placed on the bed.

It made one’s scalp tingle and breathing rapid.

The deathly pale face contrasted with the vivid red of the bedsheet, notably shocking to the eye.

The large floor-length mirror opposite the foot of the bed reflected everyone in the room.

"Yaoyao, wake up," Shen Suhua tapped Wen Ziyao on the shoulder, trying to awaken her.

But Wen Ziyao’s eyes remained tightly closed, her eyebrows locked together as if she were having a nightmare.

Beads of sweat sprouted on her forehead almost instantly.

Chu Jin observed the layout of the room without a word, narrowing her eyes slightly. Apart from the floor-length mirror, everything else in the room seemed in order.

Red signifies fire, and having a mirror directly facing the head of the bed is a serious Feng Shui taboo.

In Feng Shui, mirrors are mainly used to deflect incoming negative energy, reflecting it away and sparing the person from its impact.

Similarly, mirrors have a reflective function as well as an absorptive property. When facing the bed and during the wee hours when a person’s yang energy is weakest, it will seize the opportunity to absorb yang energy.

The reflection of a mirror is a type of harmful radiation, the mirror facing the bed.

At night, while absorbing the body’s yang energy, it will also reflect the yin and evil energy accumulated during the day back into the body. When the body’s yin energy is excessive, it can lead to easy contact with spiritual entities, and incidents such as sleep paralysis and possession become common.

Moreover, the rotting smell in this room was too strong; it was clear that this was the source of the strange odors.

Chu Jin slowly moved her gaze away from the mirror, looked up at Shen Suhua, and spoke lightly, "Auntie Shen, do you mind if I take a look around?"

Shen Suhua nodded, "Of course, you can."

Chu Jin moved not too slowly from the inner room to the outer room, then went to the restroom, her brows slightly furrowed, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

Futhermore, the damp, rotting smell became stronger the closer she got to Wen Ziyao.

It was as if the smell was emanating from Wen Ziyao herself.

At that moment, a sharp scream of ’Ah!’ suddenly pierced the air.

An extremely fearful voice!

It was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

Upon hearing it, Chu Jin hurriedly walked to the inner room, only to see that Wen Ziyao, who had been curled up on the bed, was now awake. At this moment, she was clutching tightly to Shen Suhua, trembling all over, her hollow eyes filled with terror.

"Don’t come over... don’t come over... Lin Xiaoman! Mom, Lin Xiaoman’s coming for me, she’s coming for me, her death has nothing to do with me, she killed herself, go away, go away!"

Wen Ziyao babbled incoherently with a strange tone. By the end, she pushed Shen Suhua away, grabbed the blanket, and shrank towards the head of the bed, warily watching every person in the room.

Her expression was full of panic.

At that moment, Wen Ziyao bore no resemblance to the Wen Family’s young miss. Her face was pale, her lips colorless and cracked with dead skin, her hair lusterless, her temples deeply hollowed, gaunt to the bone, and utterly disheveled.

Shen Suhua wiped her tears with heartache, reaching out to touch Wen Ziyao’s head. Seeing the hand reaching towards her, Wen Ziyao’s eyes widened as if she saw something horrifying, and her body shook like a sieve.

As if she were in the abyss of hell.

"Lin Xiaoman, leave me, leave me, don’t come looking for me..."

Shen Suhua sighed deeply and retracted her hand, crying to everyone, "Since the incident, Yaoyao has been like this, not recognizing anyone... "

Li Mi’s brows furrowed slightly as she stepped forward, sat beside the bed, and gave Wen Ziyao a very friendly smile, "Yaoyao, do you remember me? I’m Li Mi. We were best friends as kids. You said that when we grow up, we would travel the world together. Now that I’m back, will you fulfill that promise?"

The bright-eyed and pearly-toothed Li Mi, in Wen Ziyao’s eyes, had transformed into a different person.

It was her!

It was Lin Xiaoman!

She smiled and said, "Yaoyao, I’m back. How is your life now? Do you remember our promise?"

Before her, Li Mi turned into a disheveled ghost, crawling out from the 18th layer of hell, lunging straight towards her.

Lin Xiaoman had returned, Lin Xiaoman had come to fulfill their promise.

Looking at Li Mi, Wen Ziyao was so frightened that her body trembled, her breathing ragged, and she felt a chill all over. With a final scream, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted outright.

"Auntie... What’s this?" Li Mi looked helplessly towards Shen Suhua.

She doesn’t look that terrifying, does she?

How did she manage to faint straight away?

Shen Suhua’s eyes were very red, and her voice was hoarse, "Mi Mi, this has nothing to do with you."

"Master Chu, is there any hope for Yaoyao?" Shen Suhua raised her eyes to look at Chu Jin.

Chu Jin took out a dagger from her backpack, and under the light, its sharp edge flashed with a chilling brilliance.

"Let me try first," she said.

Upon hearing this, Li Mi’s face turned a shade uglier, as Shen Suhua actually ignored a famous doctor who had studied abroad and instead asked a wild girl without even a high school diploma.

Truly, they had eyes but couldn’t see the gold inlaid jade.

Confusing fish eyes for pearls.

She had clearly told Shen Suhua that she was confident in curing Wen Ziyao’s illness. In front of Song Shiqin, wasn’t this deliberately making it impossible for her to save face?

Was she, a doctor with foreign credentials, really inferior to a wild girl?

She wanted to see what kind of ability a wild girl could have!

To think a wild girl could cure Wen Ziyao?

What a joke!

Setting the dagger aside, Chu Jin then took out paper and pen from her backpack.

With one hand holding the pen and the other pressing down on the paper, she bent down and lowered her gaze, writing something on the paper.

Her expression was very serious and solemn.

Zhang Zijun, curious, leaned over to take a look and couldn’t help but remark, "Miss Chu’s calligraphy is truly beautiful; it must have taken many years to practice."

"Mhm, about ten years or so," Chu Jin spoke in a light tone.

"No wonder," Zhang Zijun stroked his chin and continued, "Aside from Brother Song, you’re the second person I’ve seen whose writing is so beautiful."

Not only was her writing beautiful, but it also had personality.

It was understated yet bold, delicate but not lacking in vigor, and between the strokes, there was an air of grandeur.

Just like her entire being, very distinctive.

Impossible to replicate.

Hearing these words.

Li Mi’s complexion turned slightly pale; she was always the shining star wherever she went.

How could she be completely overlooked today?

It was as if these people were blind to her existence, especially Song Shiqin. After all, she was supposed to be his match for marriage, the one to accompany him for life, yet he was blatantly disregarding her, treating her like air!

Li Mi involuntarily looked up at Song Shiqin, but saw that his gaze was fixed on the wild girl who was writing with her head lowered.

Was she less attractive than a wild girl?

Li Mi silently adjusted her breathing, striving to calm herself down.

Today, she must make Song Shiqin utterly remember her!

No man had ever dared to ignore her existence.

After finishing the writing, Chu Jin handed the paper to Shen Suhua, "Please ask someone to help me prepare these things, Auntie Shen."

Shen Suhua took the paper and nodded lightly, "Alright, I’ll go now."

At that moment, Li Mi stood up and said softly, "Auntie, let me prepare it. You can stay here with Yaoyao."

Shen Suhua refused, "You’re a guest; how could I let you do that?"

"What guest, Auntie? I’ve grown up with Yaoyao since childhood, like sisters. Seeing her like this, I’m very sad. Please let me go," Li Mi said as she gently snatched the paper from Shen Suhua’s hand, glanced at it briefly, and saw that the handwriting wasn’t as good as Zhang Zijun had described it.

After ten years of practice, this was all she could do? What was there to show off?

If it weren’t for spending ten years studying abroad, her writing would surely be better than hers!

Seeing Li Mi so insistent, Shen Suhua said, "Then I’ll trouble you, Mi Mi. Just hand it to the servant downstairs when you go, and someone will bring it up later."

Li Mi nodded lightly, "Alright, Auntie," and turned to leave.

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