Surprise! The Fake Heiress is Actually an Ancient Master of Metaphysics! - Chapter 36

Ming Zhao hesitated for a moment before steeling himself and saying, “Yes, your daughter is fine now.”

Liu Yun immediately clasped her hands together in gratitude. “Thank heavens! Thank you, Master Ming! You truly are the savior of our Tan family!”

Flattered, Ming Zhao chuckled and stroked his beard. “However, the fee for dealing with the ghost fetus must be calculated separately.”

Liu Yun agreed without hesitation. “How much do you want? As long as I can afford it, I’ll pay!”

She had no idea her daughter was carrying a ghost fetus. If not for Master Ming, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Ming Zhao laughed heartily. “I won’t ask for much—just this amount will do.”

He extended his right hand, fingers spread wide.

“Five million?” Liu Yun ventured.

Ming Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly. “Madam Tan, is your daughter only worth five million?”

“Fifty million! I’ll transfer it to your account right away!” Liu Yun, ever sharp, agreed instantly.

When it came to matters concerning Tan Yayue, she never hesitated.

After receiving the fifty million, Ming Zhao stood up to leave.

Liu Yun quickly called after him, “Master Ming, I just want to confirm—have all the unclean things in our house, including that lustful ghost that harmed my daughter, been dealt with?”

Yesterday, Sunday, Ming Zhao had performed a ritual in front of the entire family, filling the house with smoke and making it seem like a proper exorcism.

Though neither she nor Tan Hongzheng had nightmares that night, Liu Yun still felt uneasy.

Ming Zhao’s eyes flickered briefly before he replied firmly, “Of course! You can trust my work!”

“That’s wonderful! Thank you so much, Master Ming!”

Liu Yun showered him with gratitude as she escorted him to the gate, finally feeling the weight lift from her heart.

Not long after Ming Zhao left, he turned back to glance at the Tan residence.

A shrewd glint flashed in his eyes. No matter how much the Tan family offered in the future, he would never involve himself with them again.

Who knew what enemies the Tan family had made? Their home was actually set up with a Yin-gathering array.

Unable to break it, he had merely staged a ritual to scare off the ghosts in the villa.

If not for wanting to squeeze out one last payment, Ming Zhao would never have returned to this cursed place.

That evening, as Tan Lingyin left school, she saw Liu Cheng driving out of the campus.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, but in the end, she didn’t step forward to stop him and warn him again.

She had already reminded him once. Doing so again would be overstepping.

Those who believed would believe—she wouldn’t force it on anyone.

Zheng Han spotted her and quickly got out of the car to open the door. “Miss Tan, please get in.”

Tan Lingyin bent down and entered the car, putting Liu Cheng out of her mind.

Liu Cheng hadn’t driven far before pulling over to the side of the road.

The words Tan Lingyin had said to him earlier that day kept replaying in his mind, filling him with growing dread.

Better safe than sorry.

He took out a cigarette, intending to finish it before getting out, but the car’s lighter refused to work. Frustrated, he had no choice but to step outside.

Fine. It had been a while since he’d enjoyed the night scenery. Walking home tonight would count as exercise and sightseeing.

But just as he had gone a short distance, a violent crash erupted behind him.

He spun around to see his parked car had been struck by another vehicle from the opposite lane.

The point of impact was precisely the driver’s seat—the door was completely caved in.

His heart pounded wildly.

If he had been sitting in the car smoking at that time, wouldn’t he have been the one hit?

The thought made him quickly reach for the charm pouch in his pocket.

Unexpectedly, all he felt was a handful of ashes.

The charm pouch had turned to ashes, meaning it had just taken the hit for him!

Could it be that the lighter not working earlier had already been saving his life?

Liu Cheng swallowed hard and quickened his pace.

Turns out, Tan Lingyin wasn’t just dabbling in superstition—she genuinely had the ability to foresee and calculate!

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During her stay at the villa, Tan Lingyin ate well, slept soundly, and was in excellent spirits every day, full of energy and vitality. Her complexion had improved significantly.

Her once-pale skin now had a rosy glow, looking so fair and delicate it seemed like water could be squeezed from it.

Huo Jingyan stood by the window, watching her practice Tai Chi under the sunlight. The faint sweat on the girl’s temples and the tip of her nose shimmered in the light, her porcelain skin almost translucent, so beautiful he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

In the capital, countless women threw themselves at him.

Socialites, heiresses, or even famous actresses—all universally acknowledged beauties—yet he paid them no attention.

Because he found them all vulgar.

What kind of decent woman would try to seduce him for his status and position?

Though Tan Lingyin wasn’t drawn to his identity in the capital but rather to another aspect of him, he simply couldn’t bring himself to dislike her.

At this moment, he felt a flicker of gratitude for being the Purple Star Emperor’s ordained fate.

It was this identity that had given him the chance to know her.

“President Huo, what are you looking at?” Li Heng handed him a cup of coffee.

Huo Jingyan snapped out of his thoughts, the light in his eyes instantly dimming. “Nothing. Let’s prepare breakfast.”

“Alright.” Li Heng walked out, calling toward Tan Lingyin’s direction, “Miss Tan, breakfast is ready!”

Tan Lingyin didn’t stop her movements, responding loudly, “Okay.”

She wondered what had happened after Tan Yayue returned home yesterday. She couldn’t wait to see the smug look on that face!

As soon as she entered the classroom in the morning, Tan Lingyin locked eyes with Tan Yayue.

Tan Yayue raised an eyebrow triumphantly, deliberately glancing at Tan Lingyin’s stomach.

As if making sure Tan Lingyin understood her implication.

Just as Tan Lingyin was about to enter, Liu Cheng called her aside.

With a respectful tone, he said, “Master Tan, thanks to your help yesterday, I might not be alive otherwise!”

Tan Lingyin arched a brow slightly. “I thought you didn’t believe me. Glad you escaped disaster.”

“I’m truly grateful. This is a token of my thanks—please accept it.” He handed her a notebook.

Tan Lingyin flipped through it and saw detailed notes on key knowledge points, meticulously analyzed.

Liu Cheng taught Chinese, and the material in the notebook was highly valuable for memorization.

“Thank you, Teacher. I’ll take it.”

“I thought about it, and since you’re preparing for the college entrance exams, this is the best gift I could give you.” Liu Cheng relaxed when she accepted it.

Their conversation outside had already been eavesdropped on by the students in the classroom.

When Tan Lingyin walked in, Tan Yayue sneered, “How the wicked prosper!”

Though she didn’t know what Tan Lingyin had done to help Liu Cheng, she couldn’t stand seeing her do well!

Tan Lingyin smirked and retorted coldly, “Still better than someone carrying a little villain in their belly.”

“What nonsense are you talking about!” Tan Yayue’s face instantly paled with fright. She hurriedly pressed a hand to her abdomen, swallowing nervously.

Master Ming had said the ghost fetus had already transferred—Tan Lingyin must be deliberately provoking her!

Just then, Li Lele, fearless as ever, leaned in and asked, “What do you mean by ‘carrying a little person in your belly’?”