Chapter 125 The Heir of a Hidden Great Family?

According to their previous arrangement, Chen Mo came again today to see Chu Ningshuang for acupuncture.

Unexpectedly, accompanying him this time was the same Li Ge, the host from Nan Province TV who had come last time.

This time he didn’t have any filming work. He had simply found an excuse—he had something he wanted to discuss with Miao Yunyou.

Under normal circumstances, he could have just contacted Miao Yunyou directly by phone.

After all, many of the emergency contact numbers left around the resort listed Miao Yunyou’s phone number.

But he didn’t dare.

In Li Ge’s mind, the name Miao Yunyou was no longer just that of an ordinary “resort owner.”

Ever since he personally witnessed those inexplicable scenes on the mountain last time—seeing the orderly yet somewhat mysterious way everything operated here—and thinking about how she could casually purchase an entire mountain, expand whenever she wanted, and upgrade things on a whim, he had already categorized her in his mind as someone unfathomable, with a background reaching the heavens.

Immense capital.
Mysterious connections.
Decisive methods.

Every one of these qualities made ordinary people like him feel intimidated.

He was just a small local TV host, with no background and no powerful backing. If he rashly sent a message or called such a big figure, it would be both abrupt and presumptuous. If he said something wrong, he might not even get a chance to fix it.

After thinking it over again and again, he decided the safest approach was to follow Chen Mo up the mountain, using him as a reliable connection. That way he could gradually bring up the real matter in a roundabout way—polite, cautious, and appropriate.

What truly made him determined to come personally, however, was a small piece of gossip that had recently exploded online.

It concerned the resort’s themed guest rooms dedicated to qin (zither), qi (chess), shu (calligraphy/books), and hua (painting).

Especially the “Book” themed room, which was filled wall-to-wall with ancient books.

At first, no one paid much attention to them. People simply assumed they were props—printed and artificially aged books used by guesthouses to create atmosphere, similar to the antique-style photography props seen online.

Some guests found them interesting and casually took photos, posting them online with captions like:

“This resort pays so much attention to detail.”
“The ancient-book atmosphere here is amazing.”

Until one day, a linguistics and paleography expert happened to see the photos while browsing online.

An expert is an expert.

At a single glance, he knew something was wrong.

The text on those pages was not random symbols, nor was it meaningless gibberish generated by AI.

Every stroke was precise.
The structure was rigorous.
Radicals followed clear patterns.
The sentence order had logic.

It was an entire complete, mature, and self-contained writing system—but completely unfamiliar.

There were character forms, writing conventions, stylistic structure, and even the ink, paper, and binding all carried the weight and authenticity that only truly ancient documents possess.

As soon as the news spread, the internet exploded.

People began wildly @-mentioning Miao Yunyou in the comments, asking:

“Where did these characters come from? Did you invent them yourself?”

“This is way too professional—it doesn’t look randomly written!”

“This looks like a lost ancient script. That’s terrifying!”

Faced with the curiosity of the internet, Miao Yunyou could only awkwardly brush it off, vaguely explaining that these were old items passed down by her ancestors from her hometown, and that even she only understood them vaguely and couldn’t read the actual content.

But that explanation only made people’s imaginations run even wilder.

Passed down from her hometown?

Inherited from her ancestors?

A complete system of lost ancient characters?

And when people combined that with publicly available information—that the entire mountain belonged to Miao Yunyou—

A shocking theory quickly spread across the internet:

“Could this Sect Leader Miao actually come from some reclusive family that has been hidden from the world for thousands of years?”

“Otherwise where would all these real ancient books come from?”

“Where would an entire lost writing system come from?”

“And where would the confidence to casually buy a mountain and develop it come from?”

Although the gossip wasn’t huge, it spread widely through cultural circles, exploration communities, and tourism forums, becoming increasingly mysterious with every retelling.

And Li Ge happened to see it.

When he connected it with the strange details he had personally witnessed on the mountain last month—things that defied ordinary explanation—he became even more convinced.

Miao Yunyou was absolutely not an ordinary person.

Behind her must stand a vast, ancient family with a long heritage, deep foundations, and an extremely low profile.

Those ancient books.
Those characters.
Those extraordinary resources.

They must all be family inheritances.

The more he thought about it, the more awe filled his heart.

And the more he felt that his previous cautious behavior had not been excessive at all.

That was why this time, he would rather take a roundabout path with Chen Mo than contact Miao Yunyou directly.

In his mind, Boss Miao’s “value” had skyrocketed once again.

She had now been upgraded to the status of a truly formidable figure—someone deeply hidden, with a background reaching the heavens, holding ancient inheritances in her hands, and capable of stirring the winds and clouds with a mere gesture!

The two of them walked all the way to the medical hut. As soon as they lifted the curtain and stepped inside, Li Ge’s gaze immediately fell on the figure sitting in the corner.

Miao Yunyou was already there.

She had obviously come early on purpose to wait for Chen Mo, worried about his injury.

At the moment she was sitting quietly on a wooden chair, leaning slightly back against it, looking down at her phone while scrolling.

Her posture was relaxed and casual, looking no different from an ordinary young girl.

But in Li Ge’s eyes, that carefree attitude only made her seem even more unfathomably composed.

He instantly put away all his casualness, subconsciously straightened his back, and quickly walked forward with a polite and respectful smile.

“Boss Miao, hello. Sorry to trouble you again.”

Miao Yunyou looked up, recognized him as the host from the variety show last time, and nodded with a smile.

“A rare guest. What brings you up here today? Not here to film something?”

“No, no,” Li Ge hurriedly waved his hands, lowering his posture as much as possible so he wouldn’t appear presumptuous.

“I just came along with Chen Mo for his acupuncture… and by the way, our Nan Province TV station has a cooperation proposal we’d like to discuss with you.”