Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 551 Hidden Enemy, Sister Lan Takes Action! [1 More]

Chapter 551: 551 Hidden Enemy, Sister Lan Takes Action! [1 More]

After Old Mr. Fu had finished his cup of tea, Fu Qiao finally let down her guard, her lips unconsciously curling into a smile.

During the day, Old Mr. Fu had made some swift changes to the upper echelons of the Calligraphy Association, causing everyone in the association to feel insecure. This not only put the entire Calligraphy Association on edge, but also posed a severe threat to Fu Qiao.

Yong Dongyue was considered a veteran of the Calligraphy Association and had once been almost a disciple of Old Mr. Fu, yet he had still been expelled from the Calligraphy World by Old Mr. Fu.

What about her?

Fu Qiao could no longer contain herself; she eagerly wished for Old Mr. Fu’s early demise, so she could inherit all his assets.

"Grandpa, you’ve also had a tiring day. You should rest earlier," Fu Qiao suppressed the excitement in her heart, still maintaining a facade of docility. "I will continue practicing calligraphy and won’t disappoint you."

Old Mr. Fu gently waved his hand, indicating that she could leave.

Fu Qiao walked out of the room, closed the door behind her, and slowly exhaled.

This medicine would allow a person to die silently in their sleep. Even if an autopsy were performed, no trace of the drug would be detected in the body.

Old Mr. Fu was also well into his seventies, an elderly man, so even if he died suddenly, no one would specifically investigate it.

Moreover, the drug would not cause any pain, and it could even invade the central nervous system, conjuring a beautiful dream.

Anyone seeing Old Mr. Fu dying with a smile would only think that he had passed away peacefully.

Fu Qiao’s heart was pounding fiercely; she patted her chest, trying to calm herself down.

She turned around and was just about to go downstairs when suddenly a figure "swooshed" down in front of her, almost making her scream.

When she saw the face of the person, Fu Qiao trembled, "M, my lord, you...why are you here?"

The man did not answer but asked, "Has the old man already taken the medicine?"

"Yes, my lord," Fu Qiao respectfully replied. "I watched him drink an entire cup of tea. As soon as he falls asleep, the medicine you gave me will start to take effect."

"The old man still trusts you quite a bit," the man sneered. "It was hard for us to send you to Fengyuan since you were a child, to be adopted by him, and to bring up a child by hand for over a decade, even if disappointed, would he be prepared?"

Once the drug took effect, only the Taiyi Divine Doctor could reverse it.

But who would know that Old Mr. Fu had been poisoned?

Fu Qiao lowered her head and said nothing.

Old Mr. Fu treated her very well, taught her the Fu Style, and never mistreated or ill-treated her regarding food and shelter.

Before Ye Wanlan appeared, she had thought of dutifully attending to Old Mr. Fu till the end.

However, Ye Wanlan’s appearance made her feel that Old Mr. Fu’s heart had begun to shift.

This was something Fu Qiao could absolutely not tolerate.

If that was so, she should not be blamed for being ruthless.

"The death of this old man would certainly cause a sensation in the Shenzhou Calligraphy World," the man said casually. "At that time, as the only successor of the Fu Style, your status will rise significantly."

Hearing this, Fu Qiao’s expression briefly lit up, but then she turned cold, "But Ye Wanlan..."

Her fingers tightened, her fingernails digging into her palm.

Why could Ye Wanlan’s Fu Style be better practiced than hers?!

"You need not worry about Ye Wanlan," the man said indifferently. "Besides, her focus isn’t solely on calligraphy. If she fully enters the field of archaeology, she poses a much bigger threat, and more professional people will handle it."

Fu Qiao’s expression momentarily fractured, but she quickly regained her composure: "Yes."

The man looked up at the moon and smiled meaningfully, "I hope for good news by tomorrow morning."

**

While netizens were still discussing today’s series of revelations, news of the former president of the Calligraphy Association, Yong Dongyue being arrested, shook the entire network.

[My goodness, he softly bans Ye Wanlan in the morning, gets fired in the afternoon, and goes to jail in the evening. Life really has its ups and downs!]

[People outside the circle may not recognize the name Yong Dongyue, but those within the Calligraphy Circle definitely know. He has done a lot of disgusting things. If you go to see him and your gift isn’t what he wants, he won’t even meet you.]

[He also plagiarizes and copies! Several of his famous works aren’t even his own but stolen from others! It’s about time he went in, serves him right!]

"I’ve finally realized, Ye Wanlan is actually a freak who knows everything."

"Keep dreaming, she definitely can’t play classical instruments. If she could, the Yunjing Lin Family would have taken her back long ago."

...

After taking her medicine, Old Mr. Fu called Ye Wanlan to express his gratitude, "Friend Ye, I really can’t thank you enough. After taking the medicine you prepared for me, the turbid energy was cleared, and my body indeed feels much lighter."

"You’re too kind, Old Mr. Fu," Ye Wanlan smiled. "I wish you a good night’s sleep."

"I’m not being polite with you. When you have time, come visit Fengyuan."

Old Mr. Fu also smiled. "I’ve collected many things, all of which I plan to hand over to you."

Ye Wanlan started, "Old Mr. Fu, I—"

"Ah, Friend Ye, don’t refuse me," Old Mr. Fu hurriedly cut her off. "Even if I don’t give these treasures of calligraphy and the four treasures of the study to you, I would still donate them all to a museum. But I think these items should be in the hands of someone who can make good use of them."

"Alright," seeing his insistence, Ye Wanlan agreed. "I will travel with you to Fengyuan."

"It’s late now, and I won’t keep you any longer," Old Mr. Fu said. "Friend Ye, I know that you will definitely bring more hope."

After the call ended, Ye Wanlan looked up at the bright moon and stars in the sky.

Hope alone was not enough.

She had to turn hope into reality.

And on this path, she was undeterred.

**

The next morning, even before six o’clock, Fu Qiao rushed frantically into Old Mr. Fu’s room.

She didn’t even knock, just burst in: "Grandpa? Grandpa!"

Old Mr. Fu was lying quietly on the bed, motionless.

"Grandpa, it’s time to get up!" Fu Qiao approached and shook his shoulders, "Grand—ah!"

She let out an incredulous scream, stumbled a few steps backwards, and fell to the floor.

Fu Qiao’s eyes widened, staring at Old Mr. Fu, who still looked sleepy, and stammered, "Grandpa, you, you..."

How could nothing have happened to Old Mr. Fu overnight?

She had definitely poisoned him!

Old Mr. Fu, still half-asleep, struck his head and muttered, "Indeed, I did sleep well last night."

After a pause of a dozen seconds, Old Mr. Fu sat up with support from the bed, frowning at Fu Qiao still sitting on the floor: "What’s the matter with you?"

"I... I... Grandpa, I..." Fu Qiao stuttered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Her mind was now a complete mess, utterly clueless about what was happening.

"Get out," Old Mr. Fu’s expression turned cold, his eyes suspicious, "I need to continue resting."

"I’m so sorry, Grandpa!" Fu Qiao, weak in her limbs, practically crawled and rolled out of the room.

She leaned against the wall, resting for a good while before she managed to stand up and limp toward a deserted area.

After looking around, Fu Qiao finally pressed the communication button.

Ten minutes later, the person from last night showed up in front of her, asking, "Is the old bastard dead?"

"Sir, I don’t know what went wrong, but my grandpa didn’t die, and he’s in very good spirits!" Fu Qiao said tremblingly. "But I’m sure he drank the medicine, I swear it on my life!"

"The medicine was taken, but no effects?" The person’s expression paused, also seemingly incredulous, "This shouldn’t have been the outcome."

Unless...

"Do you know why yesterday, when I anticipated that you’re going to poison Old Mr. Fu, I didn’t deal with you directly?" A voice sounded calmly behind Fu Qiao.

Ye Wanlan rolled up her sleeves and tied her hair up high.

Because she was using the bait to catch a bigger fish.