The Hellborn Heiress​ - Chapter 13

“I’m only doing this for your own good!”

Meng Rusong was so angry he was almost jumping up and down. “She did a reading for you, and two of her predictions came true within half a day. Anyway, I believe this girl has some real skills.”

“Believe whatever you want. I’m going back to the hospital!” Song Youlin flung his hand in anger and turned to leave.

He had just turned around-

When he saw Jiang Ci sitting under the pavilion in the corridor opposite, playing chess.

“Little girl!” Meng Rusong spotted her too and waved enthusiastically.

“Old Song, don’t go yet. Since we’re here, let’s ask her if she has a solution!”

Meng Rusong dragged Song Youlin over to the crowd.

Song Youlin was still fuming, but before he could vent, his gaze was drawn to the chessboard.

He observed for a while and couldn’t help but exclaim,

“At first glance, White’s position seems full of flaws, but the moves are ingenious, hiding deep meaning, with danger lurking in every step.

“Black, on the other hand, is all flashy moves with no substance-just flowery fists and fancy footwork, nothing useful.

“Judging from this game, White wins by fourteen stones, Black’s formation is wiped out, a total defeat-what a crushing loss!”

Song Youlin was quite knowledgeable about Go. After watching for a while, he realized that White had controlled the game from the very beginning.

Looking at the players, he immediately understood.

Old Li was clearly toying with this female con artist!

Serves her right!

Doesn’t she know who Old Li is? He’s one of the top chess players at the Cultural Center.

Playing against him is just asking to be humiliated-no wonder she’s being utterly destroyed.

“Old Li, this game was unparalleled. Your skills have improved again. No one at the Cultural Center can beat you now,” Song Youlin praised.

Meng Rusong smiled and comforted Jiang Ci, “Don’t be discouraged, little girl. Old Li is our best chess player. The fact that you could play with him for so long is already impressive.”

Unexpectedly-

Old Li suddenly slapped the table and stood up, his face dark.

“Are you two done? Who are you putting on this double act for?”

With his hands behind his back, he stormed off in a huff.

His weathered back looked as if he’d just lost ten years of his life.

Meng Rusong and Song Youlin were both dumbfounded.

Someone nearby laughed, “Old Li was playing Black. He was the one who lost so badly.”

The two of them looked at Jiang Ci in disbelief.

Especially Song Youlin, whose voice rose several pitches in shock: “You were playing White?!”

“How is that possible! Such a brilliant game-how did a young girl like you pull that off?”

“Elder Song, don’t underestimate her. She’s been playing here all afternoon, and no one has been able to beat her. Everyone lost.”

“Miss, will you come play chess again tomorrow? Could you teach me?”

Someone shamelessly tried to become her student.

Jiang Ci stood up calmly and composedly. “No more chess. Playing with old men is too exhausting.”

She came to the Mortal Realm to collect Merit, not to take people’s lives.

“Little girl, I really underestimated you before. Not only is your calligraphy beautiful, but your chess is also excellent. Who did you learn from?” Meng Rusong’s wrinkled face was tinged with excitement.

Jiang Ci replied indifferently, “Self-taught.”

Meng Rusong looked a bit disappointed. “Really no one taught you? Or is it inconvenient for you to mention your master?”

“Why are you two here?” Jiang Ci changed the subject, feigning ignorance.

“Oh, right, here’s what happened…”

Meng Rusong quickly told her about Song Ran’s suicide attempt.

“His granddaughter is still lying in the hospital. I heard she might become a vegetable,” he said. “Little girl, do you have any way to save Ran? She’s always been obedient and sensible since she was little. It’s such a tragedy for a child so young to suffer like this.”
Jiang Ci looked thoughtfully at Song Youlin.

“Do you want to save your granddaughter?”

Song Youlin’s expression was unpleasant, but his tone softened a little. “Song Ran is my most beloved little granddaughter. Even if it costs me my old life, I must save her.”

“Very well. Next, just do as I say,” Jiang Ci said. “Give me her Birth Date and Time.”

Song Youlin frowned. “Isn’t it inappropriate to casually give someone her Birth Date and Time?”

Meng Rusong retorted, “Don’t you not believe in metaphysics? Then what are you afraid of? Just give it to her!”

Song Youlin: “…”

He found paper and pen and wrote down Song Ran’s birth year, month, day, and hour.

After reading it, Jiang Ci’s expression grew slightly serious. “Song Ran, age 22, her chart is Robber Seal Seizes Food, meaning her Food and Injury is weak and suppressed, her Day Master is extremely frail, and now she faces a Life and Death Calamity-she is easily broken.”

Song Youlin panicked. “Life and Death Calamity? How can it be resolved? No matter the cost, please, you must save my granddaughter!”

Hearing those four words, Life and Death Calamity, he could no longer care about whether he believed in metaphysics.

Whether medicine or metaphysics, as long as it can save his little granddaughter, it’s good!

Jiang Ci continued, “Your granddaughter’s Birth Date and Time shows Injury Officer Matched with Seal…”

Meng Rusong asked, “Injury Officer Matched with Seal-does that mean she’s entangled in lawsuits?”

“Injury Officer Matched with Seal mainly brings fame. Combined with her overall chart, she has the fortune to become renowned throughout the world. It’s just that the early years are rough. As long as she survives this calamity, her future will be bright.”

Meng Rusong exclaimed, “Renowned throughout the world? Old Song! Didn’t Song Ran want to be an actress before? Does this mean Song Ran will become a household-name superstar in the future?”

Unexpectedly, Song Youlin’s frown deepened.

“What’s so proud about being an actress?”

His gaze at Jiang Ci grew more suspicious.

Now he suspected this yellow-haired girl was sent by some annoying talent agency to persuade Song Ran?

“Oh, Old Song, that’s not right. What era is this, and you’re still discriminating against professions?” Meng Rusong rolled his eyes at him.

“The Song Family is a scholarly family. How could my granddaughter become an actress and sell her smile to please others?”

Song Youlin’s old face was stern. “Song Ran can do anything she wants, except become an actress. That would disgrace the Song Family!”

Meng Rusong snapped, “You’re just a stubborn old fossil!”

“She’s my granddaughter, none of your business. Don’t worry about her future career.”

Song Youlin paused, squinting at Jiang Ci. “Can you save Song Ran?”

Jiang Ci asked in return, “If I save her, she will inevitably walk the path of an actress.”

Song Youlin struggled for a long time, then gritted his teeth and squeezed out, “Save my granddaughter first. We’ll talk later.”

There are three hundred and sixty professions; surely there isn’t only the path of an actress.

He didn’t believe he couldn’t correct Song Ran’s misguided thinking.

“Everyone has their own fate. Don’t meddle in others’ destinies.”

Jiang Ci coldly tossed out these words, then lowered her head to study Song Ran’s Birth Date and Time, calculating carefully.

If she didn’t intervene to save Song Ran this time,

The next time Song Ran woke up, she would still seek death, and that would be her eternal doom.

Looking at Song Ran’s Birth Date and Time, it was easy to see she was a gentle and kind girl.

Perhaps because she often rescued stray cats and dogs and did good deeds without seeking recognition, she had accumulated quite a bit of Hidden Virtue.

Saving a girl on the edge of despair would definitely earn Merit.

Jiang Ci was after Merit, but saving a desperate soul along the way wasn’t bad either~

“Let’s go to the hospital.”