HBWMA -Chapter 30 Foreseeing the Future

Jiang Huashan’s honesty caught the three people opposite her completely off guard.

Shen Che exchanged a glance with Shen Rang. Shen Rang scratched the top of his head, then walked forward with an affable smile.

“I remember your name is Jiang Huashan, right? Come on, tell Fourth Uncle—what exactly did you just hear?”

Jiang Huashan blinked her innocent peach-blossom eyes. “I heard everything.”

“You heard everything?” Shen Rang paused, then turned to look at Shen Che. Now what? Do we kill her to silence her?

Shen Che was speechless and didn’t even bother responding.

Shen Rang looked a bit troubled. When he turned back, his expression had turned dark and terrifying. As the leader of the Dark Hall, the people under him were all ruthless and vicious criminals. Whenever Shen Rang showed this expression, even hardened killers would feel a chill of fear.

“Do you know how I usually make people obediently keep their mouths shut?”

Jiang Huashan widened her eyes, studying his frightening expression over and over. Unlike others who would instinctively shrink back in fear, her eyes were full of excitement.

“I don’t know. Fourth Uncle, are you going to teach me?”

For a split second, the cruelty in Shen Rang’s eyes cracked. He frowned and hissed softly.

“You little girl… you’re quite interesting. The last person who smiled at me like that was my niece, Cotton Branch.”

He patted his knee, stood up, and glanced at Shen Che.

“Forget it. Why bother arguing with a child?”

Shen Che took another look at Jiang Huashan. If he remembered correctly, she had also been reckless and fearless in the main hall earlier in front of the old master. Was it natural temperament—or hidden depth?

Shen Jiao crossed her arms and looked Jiang Huashan up and down coldly.

“What are you doing here?”

Jiang Huashan smiled. “I just came from Grandpa’s place and wanted to see Sui’er.” She spoke casually, as if the person who had just fought and pulled hair with Fu Sui’er in the side hall wasn’t her at all.

Shen Jiao fell silent for a moment, then pointed toward the main hall.

“She’s in there throwing a tantrum. Go in.”

“Thank you, Aunt Jiao.” Jiang Huashan nodded, waved at the others, and turned to walk inside.

Shen Che watched her bouncing figure disappear into the room and glanced at Shen Jiao.

“I heard Sui’er suffered quite a bit at her hands. Why are you still letting her in?”

Shen Jiao replied coldly, “Didn’t you hear what she just said? She just came from Qinyuan. She looks careless with her words, but she’s actually reminding me. I underestimated her before.”

Shen Rang dismissed it. “Just a little girl. Why make such a big deal out of it? Come on, weren’t we supposed to go to Qinyuan?”

Indeed, compared to the current crisis, children’s squabbles were insignificant. Shen Jiao didn’t dwell on it. She instructed Aunt Feng to keep a close eye on things, then left Winter Garden with Shen Che and Shen Rang.

After venting her anger, Fu Sui’er only became more frustrated. But the thought of being sent to Xiangying—and never seeing her parents again—made her feel even more wronged.

When Jiang Huashan pushed the door open, she saw Fu Sui’er curled up into a small ball, hugging herself, her face buried in her knees as she quietly sobbed.

Jiang Huashan’s gaze paused.

For a moment, it felt like time itself had split open.

In her previous life, after an argument, she had returned to Chrysanthemum Garden and been scolded harshly by Fang Mei for being thoughtless. She had also felt wronged and frightened. She had told Fang Mei that she only fought with Fu Sui’er to protect her younger sister. She had begged Jiang Wanyi to help her plead her case—but Jiang Wanyi had only said pitifully, “Sister, you were too impulsive.”

Jiang Huashan lowered her eyes, a faint smile curling her lips as she forced a light tone.

“Oh? Crying, are you?”

Fu Sui’er, still crying, immediately jumped up and grabbed Jiang Huashan’s collar, grinding her teeth in anger.

“You troublemaker! You still dare to come here?”

Jiang Huashan looked at her tear-streaked face. “I didn’t harm you. I was helping you.”

“Spare me your lies!” Fu Sui’er wiped away her remaining tears forcefully and shoved her. “Are you pleased with yourself now?! As you wished, I’ve been kicked out of Shen Manor!”

Jiang Huashan took a few steps back leisurely to steady herself. She didn’t look the least bit upset. “Did you forget? I was also kicked out.”

Fu Sui’er sneered. “That’s different. You were never part of the Shen family to begin with. You should’ve gone back where you came from! Shameless little beggar! Your mother has no shame, and neither do you!”

That foul-mouthed, hateful temper really deserved every beating it had ever gotten.

Jiang Huashan let out an old-soul sigh, then turned and found a corner to sit down. “Fine… then let me know when you’re done yelling so we can talk.”

Fu Sui’er had originally been ready for another fight, but Jiang Huashan’s calm reaction caught her off guard. Still, seeing how serious she looked, Fu Sui’er couldn’t help but doubt herself. “What is there even to talk about between us?”

Jiang Huashan patted the empty seat beside her. “I have a secret. I was planning to share it with you.”

Fu Sui’er gave a cold laugh and rolled her eyes. “Stop trying to act close to me. I’m not interested. Get lost.”

She turned to leave.

Jiang Huashan spoke slowly and unhurriedly. “Fu Sui’er, what if I told you I suddenly gained the ability to foresee the future?”

Fu Sui’er stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at her. “Did that punch just now make you stupid?”

Then her expression changed instantly into vigilance. “What? Trying to scam me? You despicable, scheming lowlife!”

Jiang Huashan raised a brow. “As expected of someone tagged with the ‘stupid’ label.”

Fu Sui’er didn’t understand what she meant, but being called stupid made her even angrier. “Fine. If you’re so amazing, then tell me something that will happen in the future. For example—will you eventually be kicked out by Grandpa?”

Jiang Huashan didn’t respond.

“Can’t answer, can you?” Fu Sui’er looked triumphant and raised her middle finger in provocation. “With your last-place brain, you still think you can fool me?”

“I won’t leave the Shen residence until I’m twenty-one. As for you, you returned to the Fu family at sixteen—and after that, you never came back to the Shen residence again.”

Fu Sui’er frowned. “Nonsense! Grandpa already gave me Winter Garden. Even if I go back to the Fu family, I’ll always be a child of the Shen family!”

Jiang Huashan shook her head. “I’m not talking nonsense. Because when you’re sixteen, your mother will be discovered dead after drug use and drunkenness in bed with a man she picked up. You’ll feel ashamed and refuse to return to the Shen residence. At seventeen, you’ll fall for a scumbag; your grandfather will object, and you’ll sever ties with the Shen family and even get pregnant and have an abortion. At eighteen, the nanny Aunt Feng who follows you back to the Fu family will be hacked to death by thugs because of you. You… still want to hear more?”

Fu Sui’er first froze in shock. After processing it, she erupted in rage.

“Jiang Huashan! It’s fine if you curse me, but how dare you drag my mother and Aunt Feng into it? I’m going to tear your mouth apart!”

After years of dealing with each other, Jiang Huashan had long anticipated her reaction. She remained calm. “Don’t believe me? Then let me tell you something more recent. Your mother—isn’t she already planning to divorce your father?”

Fu Sui’er’s furious expression stiffened for a moment before she quickly covered it up. “It must’ve been that shameless mother of yours who told you that! She’s really capable, huh!”

Jiang Huashan continued, “When your mother took you away from the Fu family, didn’t she smash a vase on your father’s head? That vase was an early Qing dynasty antique sent by the Yao family to your grandfather. It’s worth a fortune.”

“You… how do you know that?” Fu Sui’er froze.

She had personally witnessed her parents fight, and that was exactly why she had become so rebellious toward Shen Jia. In her view, her mother had been wrong—no matter what, she shouldn’t have hit someone.

As for that vase…

Fu Sui’er’s gaze turned slightly wary. No one in the Shen family could possibly know about it. Even her mother didn’t know. How could this little beggar possibly know?

Jiang Huashan looked up at her, as if seeing through everything, and tapped her own head. “I already told you. I can foresee the future.”