Chapter 15

Ye Heng left safely, and was personally escorted out of the Special Zone by a team of personal guards from beside the Special Zone Chief, leaving the warden utterly astonished and doubtful.

That brat actually has a way to cure the Special Zone Chief's daughter?

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Lin Meng returned to the old house already late at night.

The countryside in the dead of night wasn't that quiet; various insect chirps wailed and twittered, and even timid people would feel creeped out.

On this trip back, Lin Meng had over three million more in her pocket, excited to the point of sleeplessness, so she simply took an iron pot and headed to the graveyard area.

Burning paper at home would be too smoky, so she went to burn it at her grandfather's grave; he would surely be moved.

In the middle of the night, a fire suddenly sprang up in the Lin Family Village graveyard, and it was seen by a few drunks.

For a moment, the whole village was awakened by the drunks' howling.

The Village Head's home was nearest to the graveyard, and Old Village Head Zhang was immediately carried there on the back of his strong, sturdy grandson.

Seeing that it was Lin Meng burning paper, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh my, you little melon, you scared the hell out of me; I thought some family's grave had caught fire."

The old village head trembled as he descended from his grandson's back, while his grandson Zhang YuFan curiously sized up Lin Meng.

According to grandfather, Lin Meng is a college student who returned from the big city to the village, her parents are deceased, she is not welcomed by relatives, and grandfather had instructed him to help her more.

But now it seems this girl dares to go alone to the graveyard in the dead of night to burn paper; such a bold person probably doesn't need my help, right?

Lin Meng could faintly see the village lights turning on, so she pursed her lips, packed up, and prepared to leave.

Anyway, the paper money has already been burned for the old man; if there are any further instructions, he will find her in her dreams.

"Village Head, sorry, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, feeling that my grandfather is suffering in the afterlife, so I couldn't help coming to burn paper money for him, and I ended up startling so many people."

Zhang Fengnian sighed, pointing toward the direction of Lin Meng's uncles' households, his words full of complaint.

"Those uncles of yours are nothing; it's no wonder your grandfather didn't leave the ancestral home to them—each is more heartless than the last, not as filial as you, this junior generation separated by a generation."

Lin Meng nodded in agreement, muttering under her breath.

"Yeah, if grandfather knew how unfilial his sons and daughters are, he'd surely be so angry he'd crawl out of his grave."

Come to think of it, it's strange that the old man, having the ability to send dreams, didn't think to go into the dreams of his uncles and give them a good scolding.

Unfilial children deserve not to enjoy the shade of their ancestors.

I hope the old man isn't a muddled ghost; don't let him exert his power down there, making life too smooth for those uncles...

Lin Meng bade farewell to the Village Head and hurried home; fortunately no one blocked her on the way, and everyone still didn't know who had set fire in the graveyard.

Before dawn the next day, Lin Meng quietly went back to the graveyard and retrieved the iron pot.

After a nap, the old man appeared in her dream right on time.

"Little Meng, my good granddaughter, I've received the money."

"Grandfather is very happy to have such an obedient, sensible granddaughter like you, unlike those white-eyed wolves..."

"Never mind them; grandfather recalled something: when you go to Jing Shi to visit your in-laws, don't forget to mention the ancestral bracelet— that bracelet and the one grandfather gave you are both weighty treasures."

"Our ancestors had close ties with them; that bracelet was originally meant to be the Lin family's betrothal gift— you must find a way to obtain it."

……

Lin Meng woke up, immediately recalling the old man's words, her heart greatly shocked.

The family with whom she has a childhood engagement actually also possesses a spatial bracelet?

When did this thing become so common?

She naturally believed her grandfather's words and also very much wanted to obtain that bracelet.

But the problem now is that her father never mentioned the childhood engagement to her, and although her parents left behind a few diaries, she has read them all and they make no mention of it.

Could it be that she needs to ask her uncle?

At that moment, a knocking sound suddenly came from the courtyard.

Lin Meng opened the door to see a little brat, round-headed and round-brained, exactly the kind of dream grandson many elderly people envision.

She remembered this little brat was the eldest grandson of her uncle, truly the treasure of the uncle's family.

Lin Haoxuan, seeing the courtyard gate open, flung a handful of rotten leaves inside and made a grimace at Lin Meng.

"Heh heh heh, you shameless thing, just because you went to college doesn't mean you come back to fight the elders over the inheritance."

A six- or seven-year-old kid opening his mouth to utter such lowly mockery clearly has an adult behind him teaching him to say that.

Lin Meng originally didn't want to stoop to the level of a little brat, but this little fatty's appearance was truly aggravating, so she turned around, picked up the rotten leaves, and threw them back at him.

"You little brat, go tell your grandparents: if you have the guts, come over yourself to confront me— truly, what kind of parents produce what kind of brats!"

Lin Haoxuan got a faceful of rotten leaves and burst into wailing tears.

Lin Meng gave a cold snort, "You little calf, running into your aunt when I'm in a good mood counts you as lucky; otherwise you'd get a spanking on the butt!"

"Lin Meng, don't go too far— bullying the small with the big is truly lacking in quality!"

Suddenly, a mocking voice came from the side, and a girl about Lin Meng's age walked out.

Lin Qianqian considered herself the best-looking among the village's youth, but seeing Lin Meng's natural, pleasing appearance made her feel sour, clutching her fists tightly.

Lin Meng saw Lin Qianqian with a look of disdain.

This cousin, with whom she doesn't interact much, is the younger daughter of her uncle.

In the few times they've interacted, Lin Qianqian has always been hostile toward her.

"Was it you who taught that little calf to say those things?"

"So what if I taught her? Is it wrong? My third uncle and aunt keep bragging about how outstanding their daughter is, how she got into a top university, yet she comes back looking all dirt‑covered."

"You're just not making it in the magic city, are you?"

Lin Qianqian is one year older than Lin Meng and only attended a vocational college; although most villagers don't welcome Lin Meng, whenever they talk about studies in private, Lin Meng is still held up as someone else's child to be praised.

Thus Lin Qianqian dislikes Lin Meng— is it just because she's a dead‑beat bookworm? Even after entering society she still can't get by.

Lin Meng knew her parents weren't the type to show off, and she had long had nothing to say to her uncle and his family—how could she possibly go to their faces and brag?

Lin Meng thought of something, and the corner of her mouth lifted:

"Lin Qianqian, I know you're jealous that I study better than you, but you don't need to feel inferior—with your parents' genes, getting into a junior college is already not bad for you."

"You!" Lin Qianqian gritted her teeth in anger.

Suddenly, she restrained her anger and instead gave Lin Meng a smug smile.

"Don't get cocky—just because you went to college doesn't mean anything; I'm definitely doing better than you!"

Having said that, Lin Qianqian arrogantly took Lin Haoxuan's hand and turned to leave.

"Aunt, help me beat her up—she threw a leaf at me."

Lin Meng narrowed her eyes at Lin Qianqian's retreating back, always feeling that the smile earlier hadn't been well-intentioned.

Her uncle is deep‑scheming, has made a name for himself, and has some family wealth.

He keeps his eyes on the old family residence, surely with some ulterior motive.

Lin Qianqian must know something, acting all confident and fearless.