HBWMA -Chapter 47 Turtle Honey

Binding Successful?!

Jiang Huashan opened her eyes in disbelief, clutching the turtle in her hands so excitedly she almost cried.

“From now on, you’re my best ‘Turtle Honey’.”

“……”

Shen Guiling raised an eyebrow, then pressed a finger against Jiang Huashan’s forehead and pushed her away. “You’re stepping on me.”

Jiang Huashan was in a great mood and didn’t bother arguing. She spun around dramatically and flashed right in front of Shen Zhuang.

“Grandpa, can I take Little Poor Thing with me to Xiaying?”

Shen Zhi was completely confused. What?! Little Poor Thing is a turtle?! Then what was she doing in the morning catching stray cats and dogs?

Shen Zhuang looked at the little yellow turtle in her palm, his expression hard to describe.

“You can, I guess. But this turtle was picked up from the back mountain stream. If you like turtles, Grandpa can get you a rare one instead?”

“No, no!” Jiang Huashan gazed lovingly at the little turtle in her hands. “I don’t want a rare one, I want this one~ I have a bond with it~”

“……”

Shen Zhuang felt inexplicably baffled, but it was such a small matter he couldn’t be bothered to care.

He waved his hand. “Fine, keep it if you like it. This turtle has an injury on its right foot. Be careful—don’t raise it to death and then come crying to Grandpa.”

“It’s injured?” Jiang Huashan looked even more excited, holding the little yellow turtle like a treasure. “Even better if it’s injured! That’s perfect! Grandpa, don’t worry, I’ll definitely heal it with my love.”

The old man, a steel straight man through and through, twitched his mouth.

“Love won’t work. It needs medicine. If you don’t know how to handle it, ask Shen Zhi.”

Jiang Huashan immediately turned to Shen Zhi without any hesitation.

“Steward Shen, please help me call Dr. Meng over. Let him check my Turtle Honey. Also, Aunt Zhang has good craftsmanship—help me call her too. I want her to make a few outfits for my Turtle Honey.”

“……”

Shen Zhi couldn’t hold it in anymore; his mouth twitched as he looked at Shen Zhuang.

Seriously? Dr. Meng was a leading authority in the A-country medical field, and now they wanted him to treat a turtle?

Shen Zhuang waved again. “Just do as she says.”

“……”

Helpless, Shen Zhi turned to leave. Then he paused and came back.

“Um… Miss Jiang, who is Aunt Zhang?”

There was no Aunt Zhang in the Shen residence—only Aunt Feng, Aunt Yang, and Aunt Liu.

Jiang Huashan said, “Oh, the aunt who spoke up for me in the Chrysanthemum Courtyard that day.”

Shen Zhi recalled it for a moment and finally figured it out, his expression becoming complicated as he left.

After finding the “Little Poor Thing,” Jiang Huashan temporarily lost interest in arguing with Shen Guiling. After all, her main goal was to change the ending where Grandpa gets poisoned.

“Grandpa, you all talk. I’m going to communicate with my Little Poor Thing. Bye~”

She left happily, so cheerful that even Shen Guiling started to look more pleasant to her eyes.

Shen Zhuang rubbed his forehead and chuckled. “Sly little girl, always up to strange things.”

Shen Guiling smiled faintly as well, but the depths of his eyes remained unusually calm.

Could it really be that this little shorty had done something?

But… why?

She clearly hated him so much, yet she secretly gave him medicine…

And how did she know he was allergic to seafood?

Suddenly, Shen Guiling thought of something. He slowly lowered his eyes, his entire aura turning cold.

At noon, the heat was intense.

Jiang Huashan was in her room, holding the little turtle while enjoying the air conditioning. After her relentless coaxing, Dr. Meng finally finished bandaging the turtle with a dark expression.

“How is it? Comfortable, right? Feeling my deep affection yet?”

The little “poor thing” lay sprawled on its back like a grandmaster, occasionally stretching its head and moving slightly, as if it could really understand what was being said.

“Ah Gong! Ah Gong!”

Just as the two—person and turtle—were resting with their eyes closed, a loud, brash voice echoed from the courtyard.

Frowning, Jiang Huashan turned her body away from the window.

At that moment, Fu Sui’er’s head popped up from the other side of the windowsill. Seeing Jiang Huashan still lying on the rocking chair with no reaction, she looked displeased.

“Hey! Jiang Huashan, are you deaf? Why are you ignoring me when I call you?”

Jiang Huashan turned her backside toward her.

“You weren’t calling me. You were calling Grandpa. Why should I respond?!”

“You…” Fu Sui’er was once again infuriated. She couldn’t understand why ever since arguing with Jiang Huashan, she had felt so uneasy. She finally found an excuse to come to Qinyuan, yet this little beggar still ignored her.

“What’s so great about you anyway? Like I care about you! Annoying!”

Fu Sui’er suddenly bristled and stormed off angrily—just as Shen Zhuang came out of the house and waved at her with a kind smile.

“Sui’er.”

Fu Sui’er felt a bit wronged, turned around, and ran up to him, deliberately speaking loudly.

“Grandpa, I came especially to see you!”

Shen Zhuang glanced toward the flower window opposite them, knowingly patting her head.

“Come, come inside with Grandpa.”

Inside the room, Jiang Huashan showed no reaction at all, casually teasing the little turtle’s belly, speaking lazily: “Can’t even admit fault properly. A teammate like that isn’t worth keeping.”

Fu Sui’er didn’t stay in Shen Zhuang’s room for long. As she was leaving Qinyuan, she shot a fierce glare at the flower window again.

Jiang Huashan, that annoying girl—if anyone ever talks to her again, they’re a dog!

Winter Garden

At eight in the evening, Fu Sui’er, as usual, sat watching the political news channel. Shen Jiao initially worried she had been possessed, but now assumed she had simply had a sudden brain “awakening” and no longer found it strange.

“Sui’er, after you finish watching TV, go check your luggage. In a few days you’ll be going to Xiaying, so see if there’s anything—”

At that moment, noisy shouting erupted from the television. The beautiful female host was being jostled in a chaotic crowd.

In the messy footage, a man in a suit stood with a dark expression while reporters swarmed from all directions. His bodyguards could barely hold the crowd back. The audience was furious, curses filling the air.

Fu Sui’er’s mind went completely blank.

She couldn’t fully understand what the host was accusing Yao Jun of, but she understood one thing—something had happened to the Yao family. Jiang Huashan had been right!

Shen Jiao was also shocked by the news. Although she had expected the old master’s retaliation would be merciless, she never imagined he would completely bring down the Yao family in one strike.

Two days earlier, Shen Qian held a press conference to apologize to the public and announced Shen Guiling’s existence, causing a huge uproar.

To calm public anger, Shen Qian voluntarily resigned from his position as Speaker of Parliament. Even so, many citizens refused to accept it, mocking him as the “political Oscar-winning actor of A Nation,” accusing him of deceiving the public while living off taxpayers’ money.

But now, with the Yao incident erupting, the public sentiment completely shifted.

Shen Qian’s issue was, at most, a scandal of personal morality. But the Yao case was different—it involved allegations of treasonous political stance. The citizens of A Nation would not tolerate that.

If the charges were confirmed, Yao Jun would likely spend the rest of his life in prison, and the Yao family would disappear entirely from both political and elite circles of A Nation.

Yao Jun clearly understood the severity of the situation. Facing the outrage of the masses, he had no choice but to take the microphone and face the cameras.

“Please stay calm. This is completely false accusation… I hope—”

On the screen, the man spoke passionately, filled with righteous indignation.