The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot
Chapter 505 - Chapter 505 Chapter 505 Treating a Dead Horse as if it were

Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Treating a Dead Horse as if it were Alive Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Treating a Dead Horse as if it were Alive Others looked on with skepticism, but Long Jiarui alone knew of Zhong Nianyao’s abilities. After hearing Zhong Nianyao speak, she immediately grabbed her hand, urgently asking, “Nianyao, is there no other way?”

In ordinary days, she didn’t quite like this sister-in-law. Although she seemed gentle, she always appeared as if she was wearing a mask, which felt very fake. However, she hadn’t said anything about it; this was her brother’s wife, and as long as her brother was happy, that was what mattered. She wasn’t a troublesome sister-in-law.

Though she didn’t like her, no matter what, this was her brother’s wife. If she truly couldn’t have children, it meant her brother would also be without children.

Zhong Nianyao glanced at Long Jiarui, then turned her gaze to Yu Manyun and gently shook her head, speaking indifferently, “Heaven’s misdeeds can be forgiven, but one’s own misdeeds cannot. She has sown the seeds of evil herself; she must accept such bitter fruit.”

Her ambiguous words left the Long Family members contemplative as they looked towards Yu Manyun with a hint of inquiry in their eyes.

Yu Manyun, being adept at reading expressions, noticed the others’ gazes and became annoyed and angry. Blaming everything on Zhong Nianyao, her face wore a smile, but her words were filled with resentment, “Lady Zhong, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Nevertheless, I trust the professional judgment of the doctors. My husband and I have no physical issues; having children is only a matter of time. Please refrain from spreading alarm here.”

“Oh!” Zhong Nianyao nodded nonchalantly, “Then just patiently wait! If you can hold a child before your lifetime ends, then I’ll bow to you and admit I was wrong.”

“You–”

How could Yu Manyun fail to sense the overt sarcasm? She was livid, yet she didn’t know how to vent her anger.

“Lady Zhong,” Long Yunfeng interjected, “May I be so bold as to ask what you mean by ‘one’s own misdeeds cannot be lived with’?”

“Dad?” Yu Manyun exclaimed, seemingly wanting to say something, but when she caught Long Yunfeng’s glance, all the words she had retreated.

In the end, she could only cast a pleading look towards her husband.

Receiving the desperate look from his wife, Long Haobo wanted to speak.

But when Long Yunfeng threw him a cautioning glance, he dared not say more.

“Are you sure you want to know?” Zhong Nianyao smiled faintly, “Bear in mind, many things in this world are like Pandora’s box. Once opened, there’s no going back. What might be shattered could very well be a family’s peace.”

Unconcerned, Long Yunfeng’s gaze was piercing, his tone resolute, “Having gone through so much in this life, I’ve encountered no obstacle I couldn’t overcome. If this peace is merely superficial, it needs to be shattered all the more.”

Zhong Nianyao nodded, then explained, “Actually, the reason is quite simple. Your daughter-in-law bears the blood debt of an infant spirit. Even if her body has no problems, her fate has already been affected. No matter who she marries, she’ll never have children of her own in this lifetime.”

As these words were spoken, Yu Manyun’s face instantly turned pale, her lips trembling, her body beginning to shake slightly, as if frightened by something.

The faces of the others bore a contemplative look, except for Long Jiarui, who was utterly bewildered.

“Nianyao, what in the world do you mean?” Unable to help herself, Long Jiarui ruffled her hair in confusion, “Can you explain more clearly?”

“To put it simply, she has had an abortion in the past,” Zhong Nianyao said frankly. “The ghost of the infant spirit lingers, refusing to allow her ever to have her own children.”

“What?” Long Jiarui gasped in disbelief.

All eyes suddenly focused on Yu Manyun. They had been pondering the meaning behind Zhong Nianyao’s words but never expected such an implication.

“You’re talking nonsense.” Yu Manyun tried to control the panic inside her, then turned and grabbed Long Haobo’s hand, desperately explaining, “Haobo, don’t listen to her rambling nonsense, I truly haven’t–”

Long Haobo pulled his hand away. His eyes, seemingly penetrating every truth, fixed on Yu Manyun. He didn’t speak, but his cold demeanor rejected her utterly.

This reaction chilled Yu Manyun to the core.

“Whether it’s true or not, why not investigate for yourselves?” Zhong Nianyao spoke coolly, “Also, have you decided? Do you want me to check or not?”

“Dad, Mom.”

At this moment, Long Jiarui set aside the matter of Yu Manyun. After all, what was more pressing was her second brother Long Haoguang’s situation.

“Believe me! Nianyao is truly capable, she can definitely help Second Brother. Besides, Second Brother’s condition is already dire; we might as well give it a shot. It can’t get much worse.”

Long Yunfeng nodded and turned to Zhong Nianyao, speaking politely, “Miss Zhong, then we are in your hands.”

Indeed, his daughter’s words of “a dead horse being treated as a live horse” persuaded him, given that matters couldn’t get any worse now.

The group led Zhong Nianyao towards Long Haoguang’s room on the second floor.

Soon, the living room was left with only Yu Manyun. It was as if everyone had agreed to ignore her presence. Or perhaps, no one had the mind to care about her anymore. Their attention was on Zhong Nianyao.

Even though Zhong Nianyao’s appearance and age didn’t seem convincing, due to Long Jiarui’s fervent assurance and the lack of other options, they had to trust Zhong Nianyao this time.

Not judging a monk by his face but by his Buddha-like nature, they were willing to give Zhong Nianyao a chance for the sake of Third Young Master Lu. They would let her try.

It wasn’t long before the group arrived at Long Haoguang’s room.

As they entered the room, Zhong Nianyao sensed a faint presence of ghost energy, her lips curling into a smile of intrigue.

The room’s temperature was comfortable, a pleasant place to live. However, Long Haoguang, lying in bed, didn’t seem to be enjoying life at all.