The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 228 - 220 Lady Zhong’s body was cold [2 more updates]

Chapter 228: 220 Lady Zhong’s body was cold [2 more updates]

Upon hearing this, Lady Zhong’s eyes sharpened, “What does Patriarch Fang mean?”

“Nothing much.” Fang Zhicheng casually picked up his teacup, “I just want to see if he has any other background. It would be troublesome if he got involved in something problematic.”

Fang Ruotong has leukemia.

Although it’s not too severe, she does occasionally suffer from anemia and bleeding, with chronic pain in her sternum and leg bones.

Fang Zhicheng has been searching for bone marrow that matches Fang Ruotong’s.

Unfortunately, he tested everyone in the Ningchuan match database without finding a match for her.

Therefore, he turned his attention to Shanghai City, and, to his relief, found ten individuals there.

He has three sons, but only Fang Ruotong as a daughter. Naturally, he couldn’t stand idly by and watch her suffer from illness.

So, he contacted Lady Zhong, asking for her help to find these ten people and determine whose bone marrow is the most suitable.

The Fang Family is the number one family in Ningchuan and has naturally crossed paths with the Zhong Family in the business world.

However, Fang Zhicheng didn’t know that Lady Zhong had already divorced Zhong Haiyan and been expelled from the Zhong Family when he reached out to her.

But, after finding out, Fang Zhicheng actually felt relieved.

His dealings were never quite transparent; the Fang Family didn’t rise to be Ningchuan’s top family by entirely honest means.

Having interacted with the Zhong Family a few times, Fang Zhicheng knew well that Elder Zhong and several of the Zhong Family’s shareholders were too straightforward to tolerate any underhanded tactics.

That’s why he didn’t approach Elder Zhong directly.

“Background?” Lady Zhong laughed upon hearing this, “A country bumpkin from Qingshui County who couldn’t even get enough to eat, what kind of background could he have?”

If Wen Fengmian really had some background, could he still live in a place like Qingshui County?

Moreover, even if he had, could he be more influential than the Fang Family?

After leaving the Zhong Family, she lost all her power and couldn’t lay a hand on Ying Zijin and the Wen father and son.

Every time she approached that neighborhood, tall and burly bodyguards would come out to watch her.

Even if she could take Wen Tinglan and Wen Fengmian away, there wasn’t much she could do.

Just when Lady Zhong was unwilling to give up, Fang Zhicheng sought her out.

As it happened, Wen Tinglan was one of the ten candidates.

So Lady Zhong didn’t even bother to look at the other nine individuals, and directly targeted Wen Tinglan.

She also used a student from Verdant to trick Wen Tinglan into going to the King club.

Deceiving Wen Tinglan was just too easy.

Although his IQ was remarkably high and he was cautious,

his many years of autism and psychological barriers left him lacking in communication with the outside world, making him an easy target for a little trickery.

It took no effort at all.

To this, Lady Zhong felt nothing amiss.

“Then I’m relieved,” Fang Zhicheng nodded, “please ask Madam Yuan to wait a moment. We need to carry out the bone marrow typing first to see if it’s usable.”

Lady Zhong took another graceful sip of her tea, “Patriarch Fang, please, feel at ease.”

Fang Zhicheng stood up, leaving Madam Fang to keep Lady Zhong company in the living room.

After he left, he went to the study.

On the computer, there was information that his subordinates had just sent him, pertaining to Wen Fengmian.

As for Lady Zhong’s words, Fang Zhicheng only believed a fraction of it.

He scrolled the mouse to start reading through the information.

The information was brief, just one page long.

After reading it, Fang Zhicheng furrowed his brow.

The document showed that Wen Fengmian grew up in Qingshui County, born in 1974, making him 46 years old that year.

In 1999, he married a woman from another county and had a daughter.

In 2004, they had another child, Wen Tinglan.

That same month, his wife took the older daughter and ran away, taking all the valuable things from home with her.

The rest of the information described how difficult Wen Fengmian’s life had been over the last decade or so.

But what caught Fang Zhicheng’s attention was that the document did not mention anything that happened before 1999, it seemed too clean.

Fang Zhicheng pondered for a while, then shook his head and smirked to himself.

He was thinking too much.

If Wen Fengmian really had something unusual about him, would he still be unable to afford medical treatment?

If it’s too clean, it probably means there’s not much to write.

Fang Zhicheng’s mind was completely at ease. He picked up his cellphone and made a call, “Go check on how things are going with the miss.”

**

On the other side.

This was a surgery room specially built for Fang Ruotong, and it was no worse than those in top-tier hospitals.

After all, some things they did in private were not suitable for regular hospitals.

Here, private doctors would perform bone marrow matching.

Fang Ruotong was 19 this year and had been diagnosed with leukemia, causing her to take a leave from school a year ago.

She wore lipstick, which barely hid her pale complexion.

“How long has it been, and you’re still thinking?” Fang Ruotong sat next to the young man, flipping his phone in her hands, “Is it just donating bone marrow? It’s not like I’m asking for your kidney. Is it really worth all this fuss?”

Wen Tinglan didn’t respond.

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His black eyes were cold and sunken.

Fang Ruotong’s heart tightened, but instead, she smiled, “Are you homesick? Never left home before? How about this, I get my dad to bring your family here, how does that sound?”

That remark finally elicited a reaction from Wen Tinglan, “We had an agreement, you wouldn’t touch them, and that’s why I came with you.”

“Alright, won’t touch them,” Fang Ruotong stretched languidly, her tone casual but laced with threat, “It all depends on your performance now.”

She pointed to the nearby equipment, her smile bright and lively, “Look, the results of our matching will be out in a moment. You just need to sign this consent form, and I won’t let my dad touch your family.”

“Of course, if you don’t sign, I have ways to make you sign. But then, your loss will be substantial.”

Fang Ruotong leaned in closer, her breath fragrant, “You might want to consider whether your sister and father can withstand the Fang family.”

Wen Tinglan prevented her from getting closer, dodging and saying coldly, “Disgusting.”

“So what if it’s disgusting,” Fang Ruotong was not offended but smiled even brighter.

She placed a pen in front of the young man, crossing her arms as she watched him, “If you sign, all this goes away.”

**

In the living room.

A pot of tea had been finished.

Lady Zhong wiped her mouth and picked up her phone, “I’ll make a call.”

Madam Fang said nothing, “Go ahead.”

Lady Zhong dialed a series of numbers.

This time she was smart, she didn’t call Ying Zijin, but instead called Wen Fengmian.

With the Fang family’s capabilities, looking up a cellphone number was a piece of cake.

“Hello? Is this Wen Fengmian, father of Wen Tinglan?” After the call connected, Lady Zhong got straight to the point, sneering, “Right, you might not know who I am. I’m Yuan Lisi, the mother of Zhong Zhiwan.”

“Your daughter has caused mine to have to go abroad, and I’ve been ousted from the Zhong family. I warned her before, if she does not back down, all of you will pay the price.”

As she spoke, Lady Zhong began to laugh, “Did Wen Tinglan tell you he was going to a classmate’s get-together? And would come back tonight?”

“I’m sorry to say, I had him taken away, he won’t be coming back tonight, and there’s a good chance he may not return at all.”

After saying this, there was still no sound from the other end of the phone.

“Hello? Wen Fengmian, can you hear me?” Lady Zhong asked, half in confusion and half in impatience, “If you can hear this, tell your good daughter to come and apologize to me immediately, and have the old master take me back.”

“Then, I can tell you where Wen Tinglan actually is.”

Suddenly, a chuckle fell from the phone.

Finally, the other side spoke.

It was a deep male voice, seemingly filled with laughter, which sent a chill down one’s spine.

“I am Fu Yunshen.”

With a “clang,” Lady Zhong’s hand trembled, and her phone dropped directly onto the glass surface of the coffee table.

Madam Fang was startled, “What’s wrong?”

Lady Zhong felt a coldness grip her, stunned, and couldn’t snap back into reality.

Why was Fu Yunshen on the other end of the call?

What was going on?

Lady Zhong’s hand was still shaking, “Nothing, just didn’t grip the phone properly.”

“I see.” Madam Fang didn’t inquire further, just shook her head with a smile, “Look at this child; the matching results are not even fully out yet, and she’s already excited beyond words.”

Lady Zhong forced herself to regain composure, suppressing the unease in her heart, “What happened?”

“I forgot to mention, Tongtong is an inspirational blogger,” Madam Fang said proudly, “Ever since she accidentally contracted leukemia, we all urged her to rest, but she kept on studying.”

“She even does live streaming and has garnered quite a few fans. But we prefer not to interfere with children’s matters,” added Madam Fang.

Madam Fang handed her phone, “Look, this is her Weibo account, she already has three million followers.”

[@LittleTongtongV: Aaaah, I have some great news to report to everyone! I’m about to recover! Soon I’ll be able to be just like all of you, a normal person! [Happy][Happy]]