HBWMA -Chapter 51 To Save or Not to Save

Fu Sui’er’s disappearance caused quite a commotion in the Shen Residence. Shen Zhi led the bodyguards to search every courtyard. They had originally thought they would find her quickly, but even as night fell, there was still no news.

Shen Zhuang’s expression darkened. He didn’t even have dinner and ordered everyone to keep searching.

All night long, the Shen estate was brightly lit. Maids, stewards, and bodyguards turned the entire manor upside down, yet there was still no sign of her.

A young lady from the Shen family had suddenly gone missing, and the servants in Winter Garden were in a state of panic.

Shen Jiao’s face was pale, looking as if she might collapse at any moment. Aunt Feng was also in tears, full of regret and self-blame for not taking good care of her.

It was a chaotic night—chaotic people, chaotic hearts.

Jiang Huashan fed the little turtle its bedtime milk, stretched lazily, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

Only she knew that Fu Sui’er was fine—right now that fool was squatting behind a tree in the back hill, feeding mosquitoes.

According to the original plot, tomorrow the Fu family would learn of Fu Sui’er’s disappearance, and Old Master Fu Lingnan would personally come to the Shen residence. Fu Sui’er herself would also finally show up because she couldn’t stand the mosquito bites anymore. She didn’t want her parents to divorce, and relying on the Fu family’s power, she would desperately beg Shen Jiao to forgive Fu Jiaming.

Old Master Fu was even more ruthless. In front of Shen Zhuang, he broke one of Fu Jiaming’s legs, and promised Shen Jiao that the illegitimate child outside would be sent abroad. To reassure the Shen family, Fu Lingnan even transferred all of Fu Jiaming’s assets to Fu Sui’er—once she turned eighteen, she would legally inherit them.

And it was precisely because of this that the later tragedy of Shen Jiao’s death occurred.

Because all of this was the Fu family’s scheme to appease the Shen family. They could not possibly hand over billions in assets to a girl from the family. After Shen Jiao’s death, they slowly and carefully schemed against Fu Sui’er until she eventually gave up her inheritance rights voluntarily.

Jiang Huashan had returned to the timeline very early. The current story was still in its opening stage; neither the “sage-like ruler” Shen Lanxi nor the “A-country overlord” Shen Guiling of ten years later had yet fully grown into their power.

“Haah…” Jiang Huashan sighed and tapped the turtle shell.

The little turtle poked its head out, looking at her as if to say: Why are you disturbing a turtle’s sleep so late at night?

“Even though she’s dumb… now that I’m bound to her, I can’t just ignore her, right?”

In the Shen residence, among all these people, only Shen Jiao would die before the old master. In other words, the only person she could safely rule out as a traitor right now was Shen Jiao. The old master seemed to really like this daughter—when Shen Jiao died, he barely ate for an entire month.

“Even if it’s for Grandpa… I shouldn’t just stand by and do nothing, right?”

The little turtle opened its mouth, twisted its neck, and retreated back into its shell.

It didn’t understand. The turtle wanted to sleep.

Jiang Huashan lay on her side, absentmindedly tracing her fingers over the turtle shell.

With the script in her hands, should she save someone she was supposed to ignore? If she changed the plot, and things stopped following the original trajectory, wouldn’t she lose her advantage of foresight?

Reason and emotion balanced on opposite sides of a scale. Jiang Huashan couldn’t decide—and before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep.

In the sealed space of consciousness, everything was a blur.

The dim “door of the script” suddenly lit up with faint green light. The vines wrapped around the book cover seemed to come alive, slowly stirring.

Click—

The rusted clasp suddenly fell off. The green light rapidly intensified into a blinding white.

Then, with a thunderous crash, the script door opened. Yellowed pages flipped rapidly until they abruptly stopped on a single page.

Character: Jiang Huashan

Label: *****

The originally blank label field began to flicker with words—foolish, selfish, kind, cold, naive, arrogant…

Gradually, the changes slowed.

In the end, it stabilized, repeatedly fluctuating between: cold and kind.

The next morning, the sunlight was warm and gentle, filtering through the dense leaves and casting mottled shadows on the ground.

As usual, Jiang Huashan finished breakfast and took Little Poor Thing out to the flower hall to bask in the sun.

Fu Sui’er had gone missing for a whole night, and even Shen Zhuang hadn’t been able to rest properly. Early in the morning, he had already taken Shen Zhi out to search for her. Most of the Shen estate staff had gone along as well, leaving only a few cleaning maids in the inner courtyard.

A plump maid carried a small basin of fish feed into the corridor and stepped into the flower hall, yawning. She casually scattered a handful of feed—then suddenly realized something was off.

Huh?

Where was Miss Jiang?

She jolted awake and looked toward the rocking chair in the flower hall. Just moments ago, she had clearly seen Miss Jiang and her turtle lying there sunbathing—how had they disappeared in the blink of an eye?

“Strange, Miss Ji—”

Before she could finish calling out, an unexpected group of uninvited guests suddenly arrived at the Shen estate.

All unfamiliar faces.

Who would dare act so brazenly in the Shen residence?

The plump maid reacted quickly, cutting through the corridor to the front hall. When she saw the leader’s face clearly, she froze slightly, then hurriedly bowed with a look of fear and respect.

“Old Master Fu… please forgive me? This is our master’s main residence. Without his permission, no one is allowed to enter.”

Fu Lingnan stopped walking. His presence carried natural authority as he said calmly, “You recognize me? If you do, you still dare block my way?”

The maid nervously twisted her hands. “Old Master Fu, you’re joking. I’m just a servant in the Shen estate—how could I dare block you? It’s just that our master set the rules, and we don’t dare disobey them.”

Fu Lingnan smiled faintly, slowly rubbing the prayer beads in his hand.

Fu Jiaming glanced at his father. “What kind of status do you have to speak to my father like that? Get out of the way.”

The maid trembled but didn’t move.

Fu Jiaming frowned and signaled to his bodyguards. He had been thrown out of the Shen estate yesterday—today, he came prepared.

Two black-clad bodyguards stepped forward and grabbed the maid by both arms.

The maid panicked and struggled. “What are you doing?! Don’t act recklessly! This is the Shen estate!”

Fu Jiaming let out a cold snort and flicked his ear. “Throw her out.”

“Ahhh! Someone help! They’re killing people! Killing people!!”

Terrified, the maid screamed at the top of her lungs. The two bodyguards remained expressionless, dragging her out like she weighed nothing.

“Ow! You—” she tried to struggle again, but one of the burly men kicked her hard under the jaw. Her head slammed to the ground and she blacked out instantly.

The Fu family elder didn’t even glance at her. He led the group forward, striding straight into the Shen residence.

Nanny Zhang heard the commotion and rushed out from the main hall—only to see a group of fierce-looking men barging in.

Before she could speak, Fu Lingnan walked past her without even acknowledging her existence.

“Go brew a pot of imperial Longjing tea. Then send someone to inform your master and urge him to come back quickly.”

Zhang Ru stood there blankly. By the time she came to her senses, Fu Lingnan had already led his people into the main hall.

What was that just now?

Who were those people?

He said… make tea? Imperial Longjing?

Wait—didn’t she already bring tea in just a minute ago?

Why were they asking for more?

Strange…