The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot-Chapter 93 - : Looking for Someone

Chapter 93 -93: Looking for Someone

Zhong Mengfan was furious, but she dared not escalate the situation further. Having just experienced such an incident, causing another ruckus at this time would leave her parents no choice but to come down hard on her without saying anything else.

Thinking of this, she glared at Zhong Niangyao fiercely before turning around and heading downstairs.

Watching Zhong Mengfan’s retreating figure, a glint of deep thought flashed across Zhong Niangyao’s eyes.

She had noticed before that Meng Fan was afflicted by a love triangle. She had kindly warned Meng Fan, but it seemed that the latter had not taken her words to heart.

Around Meng Fan, pink-colored auras twined with streaks of black energy. It appeared Nianyao really should warn Old Sir Zhong and Old Madam Zhong as soon as possible.

Without any delay, the very next day, Zhong Niangyao subtly hinted to Old Sir Zhong and Old Madam Zhong. However, she was not too explicit, to avoid Meng Fan thinking she was acting out of revenge.

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In the following few days, Zhong Niangyao didn’t set up her stall at Tongtian Bridge. She was fully focused on preparing a painting, a work to be entered into the national calligraphy and painting competition.

Before visiting the tomb, she must finish this painting; otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough time.

After applying the last stroke of color and stamping her seal on the bottom right corner of the painting, a light smile curled on Zhong Niangyao’s lips.

However, it seemed she sensed something and her eyebrows twitched, followed by a sigh, “Why won’t you listen to advice?”

Meanwhile, in a hospital, a couple watched their son lying on the bed with faces full of worry that would not fade away. Their son had been unconscious for several days, with no signs of waking.

They had come to the hospital for examinations, but no problems had been found—the only conclusion being that the boy was asleep. But how could someone sleep for several days without waking up?

“Old Ou, what do you think could possibly be wrong with Xuan Han?” Zhao Yazi asked Ou Liyan, holding his hand with an endless look of sorrow on her face. “He can’t just keep sleeping like this forever!”

Over the past few days, they had tried many methods but were still unable to awaken their son. If this continued, she genuinely feared her son might never wake up.

“There is nothing to worry about, it’ll be okay,” Ou Liyan said with a firm tone, unsure if he was comforting his wife or convincing himself.

While they were talking, suddenly, the boy lying on the bed, Ou Liyan, sat up and opened his eyes, “Dad, Mom!”

Ou Liyan and Zhao Yazi were stunned, then immediately rushed forward, their faces filled with surprise.

“Son, you’re finally awake. Do you feel discomfort anywhere?” asked Zhao Yazi with concern. “I will go call the doctor right now.”

Ou Xuanhan grabbed Zhao Yazi’s hand, looked at his parents, and quickly said, “Dad, Mom, you need to go to Tongtian Bridge right now and find a young girl. She runs a stall there, only divining three fortunes a day, and she’s quite famous. Only she can save me now.”

“Son, what do you mean? You—” Zhao Yazi wanted to ask for clarity, but was interrupted by Ou Xuanhan.

“My clarity won’t last long; please hurry and find someone,” Ou Xuanhan urged, battling his drowsiness. “Otherwise, I don’t know when I’ll be able to wake up again.”

Having just finished speaking, Ou Xuanhan slipped back into unconsciousness.

“Son, son.”

Seeing her son fall unconscious again, Zhao Yazi became very anxious.

“We’ll find someone right now,” Ou Liyan decided immediately, taking Zhao Yazi’s hand. “You start the discharge procedures for our son now. Take him home first, and I’ll go to Tongtian Bridge to find the person.”

Ou Liyan knew about Tongtian Bridge; it was a place that couldn’t be explained by science. Since their son’s predicament required the assistance from someone there, the hospital was of no help. It was better to take their son home first as it would be more convenient to prepare whatever was needed later.

The couple split up to act quickly.

Ou Liyan drove to Tongtian Bridge, nearly speeding all the way there. It did not take much inquiry to get people to inform him about the fortune-telling girl. She was indeed famous there, known for being accurate in her predictions. But to his despair, they told him that the girl did not set up her stall every day and that her schedule was unpredictable.

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Further inquiring revealed that besides knowing the girl’s name to be Zhong Niangyao, no one knew anything else about her—not who she was, nor where she lived.

For a moment, Ou Liyan felt a surge of anxiety. He no longer had time to search slowly; his son was waiting for him to bring back a savior.

“Let’s go!”

Just as Ou Liyan sank into despair, he suddenly heard a clear and pleasant voice. Looking up, he saw a young girl standing in front of him.

A simple T-shirt and jeans, yet on this girl, gave off a vibe of high-end fashion. Coupled with her stunning features and an aura of insight about her, she seemed to be someone raised in a grand family—a noble lady indeed.

It was true; the girl before him didn’t fit with the spirit of Tongtian Bridge at all.

“Aren’t you leaving?” Zhong Niangyao looked at Ou Liyan with an odd glint in her eye. “Aren’t you in a rush to save your son?”

“It’s you!”

Ou Liyan immediately realized that the girl before him was the one he was looking for.

Moreover, from her demeanor, it seemed she already knew the purpose of his visit. Clearly, the girl had genuine skills.

With these thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel respect well up inside him.

Soon enough, Ou Liyan brought Zhong Niangyao to the Ou Family home.

Looking at Ou Xuanhan, who was lying on the bed as if dead, Zhong Niangyao frowned and then sighed, “Young people these days really don’t listen to advice. They know they shouldn’t do something, yet they go ahead and do it anyway.”

Her exasperated tone seemed out of place for a girl barely in her twenties, more akin to someone seventy or eighty years old. Yet, this incongruity somehow didn’t feel awkward but rather as if it were natural.

“Master, you must save my son!” Zhao Yazi stepped forward, pleading urgently. “He must not come to harm, or we wouldn’t know what to do.”