The Hellborn Heiress​ - Chapter 4

“Oh right, your nose is small and your ears are thin. You were born with insufficient kidney energy, kidneys as tiny as a teapot’s-no wonder even your father doesn’t think much of you.”

Song Sibei’s face turned bright red, and he instinctively clamped his thighs together.

“What the hell are you talking about? You’re the one with weak kidneys! Your whole family has weak kidneys!”

The subordinates looked at each other, subconsciously touching their own noses and ears, glanced at Song Sibei, and then looked with yearning at Bo Hanzhou.

Truth be told, when it came to looks, this parasite of the Song Family was truly top-tier.

Handsome features, a high nose bridge, full ears, and even his hair was thick and a healthy black.

His kidneys must be incredibly strong!

Jiang Ci bared her teeth in a mischievous smile, infuriating without remorse: “When it comes to weak kidneys, you’re definitely the champion.”

Song Sibei felt like his lungs were about to burst with anger, his face written all over with humiliation, wishing he could rip apart her smug little face with his own hands!

“Young Master Song! The Chairman can’t hold on much longer!” At this moment, the hospital director came running over, calling out.

Song Sibei’s sinister gaze swept between Jiang Ci and Bo Hanzhou. “You two just wait!”

The ward fell quiet again.

Jiang Ci glanced over at Bo Hanzhou. “Get lost.”

Bo Hanzhou’s handsome face wore a look of grievance: “I kindly brought you to the hospital. If I hadn’t called the police, you’d already be lying on the operating table getting your kidney cut out. How could you tell your lifesaver to get lost?”

Jiang Ci raised her hand to point at him… no, at something behind him!

Bo Hanzhou turned to look out the window. Outside, it was pitch black, nothing could be seen.

But Jiang Ci could clearly see a Headless Ghost floating outside the window, bluish-white decaying hands making a strangling gesture, as if it wanted to choke Bo Hanzhou to death.

Her gaze fell on the Kalanchoe Agarwood Bracelet on his wrist: “Thank you for bringing me to the hospital. As a token of appreciation, give me your bracelet.”

Bo Hanzhou thought he’d misheard: “Give you what?”

“Kalanchoe Agarwood Bracelet.”

Bo Hanzhou was instantly amused and exasperated-who asks their benefactor for a thank-you gift?

She really had good taste. Right now, the most valuable thing on him was indeed this bracelet.

“Sorry, I can’t give you this.”

“There’s something dirty behind you. Since you helped me, I’ll return the favor. After this, we’ll be even.”

Jiang Ci didn’t say more. But since he always wore Buddhist beads for protection, he must be aware of his own Yin-attracting constitution.

Bo Hanzhou’s smile was light and casual: “Something dirty? Are you talking about ghosts? I never believed in such things.”

Jiang Ci asked, “Then why do you wear Buddhist beads?”

Bo Hanzhou was even more confident: “Because they look good.”

Jiang Ci: “…”

If she wasn’t so low on spiritual power right now, she’d have drawn a Heavenly Eye Talisman to let him see with his own eyes what terrifying thing was following behind him.

“Find a temple and stay there for three days. Don’t leave at all. After three days, your calamity will resolve itself.” With that, Jiang Ci closed her eyes and stopped looking at him.

Bo Hanzhou didn’t care much. Seeing that she wanted to sleep, he tactfully got up and left.

Just then, a chilly breeze swept through, and his neck seemed to be scratched by something.

Bo Hanzhou glanced out the window again, but there was still nothing there.

Unbeknownst to him, the Headless Ghost was already right behind him. Its rotting claws were only a dozen centimeters away from touching him.

After he left, the temperature in the ward plummeted, as if it had become an ice cellar.

Jiang Ci couldn’t stand the cold anymore. She opened her eyes and shouted, “Are you done yet?”

“My head, where’s my head… lend me your head for a bit…”

The Headless Ghost crouched by the bedside, its hands groping for her head. The voice seemed to come from its stomach, like a broken ventilator-hoarse, eerie, and sinister, tearing at the nerves.

The ghostly hands were getting closer and closer to her neck.

Jiang Ci’s face remained indifferent: “Try it and I’ll break your hands off.”
The belly of the Headless Ghost kept speaking: “My head is missing… You stole my head, give it back!”

He lunged viciously.

Jiang Ci remained expressionless and grabbed his wrist in one swift motion.

Her hands crossed.

With a forceful tug!

Two bluish-white, rotten arms instantly flew off.

“My hands!”

The Headless Ghost lost his balance and fell backward to the ground, unable to get up for a moment, and could only squirm around searching for his hands.

Jiang Ci couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the wriggling creature on the floor.

She had just lifted the quilt and sat up when the door to the hospital room was slammed open again.

Jiang Ci looked at the newcomer with displeasure.

“Xiao Ci?”

The visitor was a middle-aged man, gentle and refined in appearance-it was none other than the original host’s biological father, Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu stared at her, scrutinizing.

He noticed that her whole demeanor was different, completely lacking the former dull and vacant look. Her eyes were clear and bright, her expression calm and composed.

When their eyes met, her black pupils were exceptionally bright.

Confirming that his daughter had truly returned to normal, just as Young Master Song had said, his face immediately lit up with joy.

“Xiao Ci, you’ve really recovered? That’s wonderful!”

Jiang Fu’s eyes grew moist, and he rushed over to hug her.

Jiang Ci kicked him away without hesitation.

Jiang Fu stumbled back a few steps, stunned, then pointed to himself and introduced: “Xiao Ci, I’m your foster father! You can call me Dad if you like. I even held you when you were little!”

Jiang Ci: “…”

She’d seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

Clearly her biological father, yet he refused to admit it, using the title of foster father to fool people.

Jiang Fu’s face was full of worry, putting on the act of a loving father and daughter.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think he doted on his daughter.

He appeared gentle and courteous, friendly to others, but in Jiang Ci’s eyes, he was nothing but a hypocrite-false kindness and fake virtue.

Jiang Ci’s gaze swept coldly over Jiang Fu’s features.

His temples were sunken, fleshless and bony.

His nose hooked like an eagle’s beak, pecking at people’s hearts.

Such a man was two-faced, harsh and unfeeling, utterly inhuman, caring only for immediate gain-the most selfish and deceitful of men.

If he truly cared about Xiao Ci, he wouldn’t have abandoned her without hesitation the day she was diagnosed as intellectually disabled.

With Jiang Fu’s family background, he could have easily ensured Xiao Ci grew up well-fed and cared for.

But he cared only for his reputation, leaving Xiao Ci to fend for herself.

Even now, with his daughter restored to normal, Jiang Fu refused to acknowledge her, insisting on the role of foster father.

Seeing her silent, Jiang Fu’s eyes flashed shrewdly, and he put on a kindly smile, trying to get closer: “Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? Your foster father will buy it for you himself.”

Jiang Ci sat cross-legged, lazily smiling at him, unhurried: “What do you want?”

Jiang Fu suddenly felt uncertain.

He hadn’t expected that after recovering, this “idiot” would seem even more abnormal.

She’d only had the intelligence of a three-year-old before, but now her words and actions were as steady as an old fox.

He didn’t realize this change came from Jiang Ci’s aura.

That kind of dominance that could crush all ghosts and all beings, even after falling into Hell.

“Xiao Ci…”

Jiang Fu kept trying to get close, wanting to sit beside her.

But Jiang Ci shot him a look of utter contempt, forcing him to awkwardly sit on the sofa instead.

“I’ve raised you all these years, and now you’re grown and can make your own decisions. But Xiao Ci…”

“We mustn’t forget our roots, nor be ungrateful.”

“You clearly promised to donate your kidney to Uncle Song, but now you’re going back on your word. That’s wrong.”

As Jiang Fu spoke, his expression gradually grew stern, his tone heavier.

“Children who lie have to swallow a thousand needles, you know.”