I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 522 - 431

In the end, Lin Yaoyang chose to trust Xia Liang one more time.

Xia Liang remained expressionless, saying calmly, "Director Lin, you don’t live with your wife and child, do you?"

"That’s right." Lin Yaoyang nodded. This was common knowledge, not a secret. "My home is too far to commute from, so I rent a room nearby."

Listening to Lin Yaoyang’s confirmation, Xia Liang closed his eyes in thought before speaking again. "If you go back now, you can still save them."

At this point, Xia Liang glanced at the clock on the wall. "In half an hour, it will be too late."

"What’s going to happen?" Lin Yaoyang’s heart began to pound in his chest.

Xia Liang just shook his head with a faint smile. "Every word you speak now is another minute wasted."

"I..." Lin Yaoyang’s expression shifted uncertainly. Finally, he gritted his teeth, nodded at Xia Liang, and scrambled out of the room.

「At 10:30 that evening.」

In a residential complex in Qingyun City, without even bothering to park his car properly, Lin Yaoyang dashed toward his apartment building. He had tried calling home right after leaving the hospital, but the phone was off. This sent Lin Yaoyang, who had been clinging to a sliver of hope, into a full-blown panic.

When Xia Liang had mentioned the burn scar on his waist, Lin Yaoyang had already been ninety percent convinced. This Xia Liang... he really must be a master capable of divining and changing fate!

Half a minute later, Lin Yaoyang finally reached his floor via the elevator. As he approached his front door, he was hit by the strong smell of gas.

BUZZ!

In an instant, Lin Yaoyang’s mind went completely blank. He knew that inhaling the gas would lead to poisoning, and a person could fall into a coma within minutes. In an hour or two at most, it would be fatal.

He and his wife were each other’s first love, and they had been happily married for years. Their child, the fruit of their union, had been born not long ago, completing their blissful family. Lin Yaoyang couldn’t bear to imagine—dared not even think about—what he would do if something happened to his wife and child. Perhaps... he would lose the will to live himself.

CLICK.

With trembling hands, Lin Yaoyang fumbled with his keys, unlocked the door, and rushed straight to the kitchen. He shut off the main gas valve and threw open all the doors and windows. He then found his wife and child unconscious in the bedroom and carried them out onto the balcony. He quickly dialed the emergency number on his phone.

「Two hours later.」

In a hospital in Shu City, Lin Yaoyang paced anxiously outside the emergency room, his palms slick with sweat and his face deathly pale. He couldn’t begin to imagine the regret he would feel if something happened to his family.

Just then, the emergency room doors finally opened. A doctor walked out, pulling off his mask.

"Doctor, how are they? My wife and child, how are they?!"

"They’re out of danger, you can relax now," the doctor said with a reassuring smile. "It’s a good thing you found them when you did. If you’d been half an hour later, I’m afraid not even the Immortals could have saved them."

"That’s good... that’s so good." Only then did Lin Yaoyang truly relax. He slumped to the floor, his expression softening with immense relief.

However, the doctor’s words sounded strangely familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before.

Half an hour later?

BOOM!

Lin Yaoyang’s heart skipped a beat, his mind going blank. He suddenly remembered what Xia Liang had told him.

"In half an hour, it will be too late!"

He had actually gone to the overpass to look for Xia Liang that morning but hadn’t found him. He never expected Xia Liang to show up at the hospital.

"Well, I take payment to avert disaster. I’ll accept this." Xia Liang helped Lin Yaoyang to his feet and pocketed the bank card. After all, one couldn’t just ignore money.

"Director Lin, you...?" Fang Youxue’s voice came from behind them.

She was sizing up Xia Liang again, the previous indifference in her eyes now gone. After all, anyone who can make Lin Yaoyang kneel isn’t a simple person. Perhaps this man really is a master of fortune-telling, someone who can save Third Uncle.

"Miss Fang, I was just so eager to thank Mister Xia that I got a little emotional. Please don’t mind me," Lin Yaoyang said with an awkward smile. "Allow me to introduce you. This is the young lady of the Fangzun Group, Fang Youxue. And this is—"

"I know who he is," Fang Youxue interrupted. "Director Lin, a moment ago you said Xia Liang was your family’s savior. What did you mean by that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Well..." Lin Yaoyang glanced at Xia Liang, who gave a slight nod.

Fang Youxue observed the entire exchange. The distinguished Professor Lin Yaoyang had to look to a fortune-teller for permission to speak.

Even before Lin Yaoyang detailed what had happened, Fang Youxue was already thirty percent convinced of Xia Liang’s abilities. After getting the nod, Lin Yaoyang recounted how Xia Liang had warned him about the impending disaster at his home, allowing him to rush back and save his wife and child. He even mentioned how the doctor’s words about the thirty-minute window matched Xia Liang’s prediction perfectly.

Knowing Lin Yaoyang’s character, Fang Youxue knew he would never lie to her about such a thing. This Xia Liang was no ordinary person.

At last, Fang Youxue turned to Xia Liang and spoke.