A dowry of one billion, and I'll marry him!

Before she died, her depression had become so severe that she suffered from insomnia day and night.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously gripped her phone tightly, almost crushing it.

"I'm not asking you to die, I'm asking you to marry in her place for a month. Why are you bullying her like this? Is it just because she's adopted and is in your way?"

“I already promised that as long as you marry in his place, I will agree to be your boyfriend after that person dies. What else do you have to complain about?” Leng Chengshen asked through gritted teeth.

It's easy to imagine that he was so angry that he forgot his composed and unassuming persona.

"Pfft!" Shi Yanxia was amused by his words.

This thing is like a clown; they really gave him too much credit.

Why did she fall for him in the first place? She almost became a simp, and was even fooled by his terrible acting skills, willingly letting him brainwash her.

"What are you laughing at?" Leng Chengshen was so angry he jumped up and down.

Shi Yanxia stood up and stood by the window, admiring the flowers and plants in the yard, her fingertips teasing the potted plants in front of the window.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think I would be willing to marry someone else for you? Who gave you the confidence to think that I like you? You're harassing me now, do you understand?" Shi Yanxia said coldly.

"You think you can wait until that person dies before you agree to be my boyfriend? Who do you think you are? I'm the young mistress of the Zhan family now, what are you?"

"Do you think that even if my husband dies, I can still get a lot of property, and then you'll come and date me, swallowing all my property, so that you'll be happy while I lose both my money and my husband?" Shi Yanxia asked with a low laugh.

One sentence was enough to make Leng Chengshen so angry he almost vomited blood.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I'm after your money? Shi Yanxia, ​​you've disappointed me so much. If you continue to think of me like this, I will never consider being with you again," he threatened.

His words piqued Shi Yanxia's interest.

"That's great! Please stop calling me! Aren't you supposed to be protecting Shen Lianchu? Go and be with her now, and see if she'll marry you, you simp." She said mockingly.

With a pure and innocent person like Shen Lianchu wanting to give every man a home, how could she possibly be interested in a celebrity like him? To put it bluntly, celebrities in wealthy families are just actors with absolutely no status.

Her angry retort left Leng Chengshen dumbfounded.

Before, when Shi Yanxia heard him speak, she would immediately fawn over him like a lapdog, and if he said one thing, she wouldn't dare to say another! Now, she seems like a completely different person.

His chest heaved with anger, but he finally managed to suppress his rage and said, "Shi Yanxia, ​​I'll give you one more chance."

"No need for that! I wouldn't even want a sissy like you! Stop harassing me, or I'll expose you." Shi Yanxia said coldly, and hung up the phone before he could reply.

She looked at the recording she made when she received the call on her phone, then casually saved it to the cloud and backed it up to her email.

"Hiss." She groaned softly, rubbing her temples.

Thinking back to my past life, I was incredibly foolish, completely manipulated by these few people, and ultimately lost my life.

"Knock knock knock," the door was knocked. Shi Yanxia composed herself and went to open the door.

A tall figure stood outside the door; it was Zhan Jinglin himself.

He stood outside the door, having clearly taken a shower and changed into casual black loungewear. He exuded a faint minty fragrance, which masked the strong smell of blood.

He stood before her, dressed simply, looking down at her.

"Zhan Jinglin? You want to see me?" Shi Yanxia was somewhat surprised to see him.

Meeting the man's deep black eyes and noticing the scrutiny in them, she raised her chin and met his gaze without the slightest fear.

The man couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Seeing the coldness in her eyes, a smile crept onto his lips. He hadn't expected this girl to be so individualistic, not afraid of him at all.

"You only glanced at me, how did you know I was poisoned? And how did you know how to suppress the poison's effects?" Zhan Jinglin's voice was hoarse and his tone was slightly cold.

Shi Yanxia had her hands behind her back. Seeing his frank and direct question, she knew that he must have already taken the medicine and had it checked.

“It’s very simple. I studied traditional Chinese medicine.” Shi Yanxia chuckled softly.

She turned to the side, gesturing for him to come in.

The tall man stood outside. Seeing her turn to the side, he stepped into her room, a faint scent emanating from him that was strangely pleasant.

She stood there calmly, casually tying her hair up, and said, "My master is a Taoist master, a successor of metaphysics and traditional Chinese medicine. I started learning from him when I was 3 years old and studied for 17 years."

"The smell of blood on you is too strong. Even if your blood vessels haven't burst, I can smell it through your skin. In addition, your blood has another fishy smell, so I guess you've been poisoned," Shi Yanxia said in a low voice.

She didn't hide the fact that she was a Taoist; on the contrary, she was proud of it.

Zhan Jinglin was indeed somewhat surprised to hear that she had studied for 17 years.

"You can cure it?" Zhan Jinglin turned around and met her gaze again.

Her almond-shaped eyes were clear yet unfathomable! Her calm demeanor seemed to have been tempered by time, which had perfectly concealed her personality and emotions, making it impossible to detect anything amiss.

"Whether or not to treat it is a matter for later discussion. But I dare say I can suppress it for you for a short time, and I can extend your life by a month, or even half a year," Shi Yanxia said calmly.

One sentence made Zhan Jinglin frown, clearly shocked, not expecting her to be so decisive.

Even the most skilled doctors couldn't guarantee he'd live another month, yet she casually mentioned a month, or even six months! If it were anyone else, he might not believe it.

But the fact that she was able to control herself from the poisoning just now forced him to believe it.

Her words gave him a huge surprise; it was like a dying man suddenly seeing hope.

Hope! It gave him hope to live.

The man's large, thick hands clenched involuntarily, his long, slender fingertips turning white with excitement, but he concealed it very well. His powerful aura made people afraid to look directly at him, so they naturally couldn't see his subtle movements.

"What are the conditions?" Zhan Jinglin asked in a deep voice.

Shi Yanxia took a half step back, her tall figure perched on the corner of the table, her small arms crossed over her chest, and looked up to meet his gaze.

"You'll owe me this favor for now, but you need to help me find some medicinal herbs, preferably over a hundred years old, the older the better," Shi Yanxia said as she walked to the side.

She took out a pen and paper from her bag, wrote down a list in a flamboyant manner, and handed it to him.

Zhan Jinglin looked at the paper she handed him, a hint of surprise flashing in his dark eyes. He hadn't expected that a 20-year-old girl could write so well.

The characters were strong and powerful, as if they had a life of their own! And she only wrote them casually, yet she impressed him. It is conceivable that her true skill is comparable to that of a master.

"Okay." Zhan Jinglin gripped the list she handed him tightly, his voice hoarse as he replied.

The man was clearly shocked by her words. The fact that she could make a list without hesitation shows that her medical skills are perhaps even more impressive than he imagined.

Whether it's real skill or just an act, just have someone look at the list and you'll know for sure.