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

Unbeknownst to him, a sudden loud "boom" was heard outside the window, and a golden flash of lightning burst through the window.

When Shi Yanxia saw Zhan Jinglin's furrowed brows, she drew a talisman, drew lightning from the sky, and threw it into the bathtub. The man's tall body was covered in blood.

The moment the talisman was thrown in, water splashed up, and the misty air in the bathroom enveloped him and her.

Shi Yanxia stood there, her small hands behind her back, her gaze through the mist as she looked at Zhan Jinglin. She saw that the bulging veins on his skin were forcibly suppressed by the talisman and the golden light of lightning.

Outside the door, a tall figure rushed in.

Seeing lightning burst through the window, he pushed open the door and walked in, standing there watching the scene unfold.

"Holy shit." Leng Ziming cursed in disbelief.

The scene was too surreal. He thought he was seeing things, but he saw blood seeping from Zhan Jinglin's neck, and the blood turned blackish-red after it seeped out.

Leng Ziming stood behind Shi Yanxia until she threw a talisman forward and stuck it to Zhan Jinglin's neck.

The yellow talisman merged into his body, and the wound on the side of his neck actually healed.

“…” Leng Zhimo’s lips moved, and he stood there stunned as if struck by lightning, watching Shi Yanxia lean forward.

She was soaking wet, her hands braced against Zhan Jinglin's sides, glancing down at the man.

"Thank you." Zhan Jinglin's hoarse voice rang in her ears.

The man's hot breath sprayed onto her face. Shi Yanxia looked up and met the man's deep black eyes. She saw that his originally pale face had regained some color.

"I just forced some of the poison out of your body and released it, so the amount of toxins in your body has decreased, reducing your chances of a poisoning attack."

"That pill will only suppress the symptoms for half a month," Shi Yanxia said in a low voice.

She slowly stood up, but the man grabbed her wrist.

The man's fingertips were slightly cool, and the icy touch penetrated her body, making her shiver involuntarily. She saw Zhan Jinglin slowly stand up.

His bathrobe was soaked through, revealing his muscular chest. Bright red water droplets dripped down his chest and disappeared into his bathrobe.

"Why are you grabbing my hand?" Shi Yanxia frowned.

She looked down at the man's large, calloused hand gripping her wrist and asked with some displeasure.

Zhan Jinglin, after being glanced at by her, slowly released his grip, his voice low and hoarse as he asked, "Do you sell your talismans?"

“Not for sale,” Shi Yanxia immediately refused.

She didn't look at him again, and walked out. Leng Zhiming and Butler Zhou, who had witnessed everything, stood outside the door and watched her stride away.

After thinking for a moment, Butler Zhou immediately took off after him.

"Young Madam, are you hungry? Would you like some late-night snacks?" Butler Zhou asked eagerly.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to imagine that someone could be so powerful as to draw lightning into a talisman and strike Zhan Jinglin, forcing him to bleed.

The key point is that her cut healed immediately after the talisman was applied.

"No need," Shi Yanxia said, turning and going back to her room.

She had drawn several talismans tonight, and her energy was somewhat depleted. She quickly lay back down on the bed, closed her eyes, and grabbed a piece of chocolate from the side and stuffed it into her mouth.

At this moment, in the bathroom.

Zhan Jinglin stepped out of the bathtub, staring at the dark red blood in the water. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "You saw everything just now?"

"I saw it." Leng Zhimo's devilishly handsome face was full of excitement.

This was the first time he had ever seen a treatment like this; it was truly amazing.

"Let me see your wound," Leng Ziming said, glancing at Zhan Jinglin's neck and finding that the wound had healed, as if it had never been cut.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, asking, "Does it hurt?"

Zhan Jinglin ignored him and directly invited him out. He then took a shower, changed into a new bathrobe, tied it on, and walked out.

Leng Zhimo took his pulse and examined him. After that, the furrowed brows relaxed.

"It really has decreased quite a bit! Your body was almost broken before. After she applied acupressure to your body last time, the poison in your body was suppressed. After she bled you today, your pulse has recovered considerably."

"She really expelled a lot of poison! With her detoxification method, you might actually survive. But what medicine did she use?" Leng Zhiming asked curiously.

Zhan Jinglin handed over the list she had requested earlier. Leng Ziming took the list but scratched his head.

"No, these are all medicinal herbs, but they're missing a catalyst! What catalyst did she use to force out the poison from your body?" Leng Zhiming exclaimed softly.

He was obsessed with medicine, and when faced with this question, he became quite excited.

“I don’t know. She didn’t ask me for anything, and she didn’t buy anything on her way home from disembarking,” Zhan Jinglin said in a deep voice.

Leng Zhimo slumped onto the sofa, rubbing his chin with his fingertips.

“If I haven’t bought anything, then I can only find it on the island. No, I need to go back and watch her variety show again.” Leng Ziming said, his figure moving like the wind as he quickly walked outside.

A short while later, I heard the sound of a car starting up downstairs.

Zhan Jinglin stood in the room, lifted his foot and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, put his hands behind his back, and looked out at the night.

At this moment, he felt much lighter, and the previous fatigue had disappeared! Logically speaking, after bloodletting, a person's body would be depleted, and he might even feel a lack of energy.

But he was the exact opposite.

"What kind of medicine did she give me?" Zhan Jinglin murmured in a hoarse voice.

He had barely finished speaking when there was a knock on the door. Gu Qing walked in, holding an iPad. He stood there with a solemn expression and called out softly, "Young Master Zhan."

"How is it?" Zhan Jinglin asked in a deep voice.

Gu Qing stood respectfully behind him and said in a low voice, "The evidence has been collected."

"The Shen family set a deadly trap for the young mistress, wanting to control her fate. From the moment she signed with Shen's, they only wanted to squeeze her dry."

"I don't know why, but the Shen family is obsessed with that adopted daughter. It seems they're willing to do anything to keep her by their side. When the adopted daughter squeezed out the young mistress, the Shen family pushed things along and gave her a helping hand."

As Gu Qing spoke, his eyes darkened.

It's hard to imagine why someone would be so cruel to their own blood relatives.

"Investigate Shen Lianchu's past, where she came from, and why she was adopted by the Shen family. Also, investigate everyone in the Zhan residence to see if anyone has any connection with the Shen family," Zhan Jinglin said coldly.

Gu Qing was somewhat taken aback and immediately asked warily, "Do you believe there's a traitor within the Zhan family?"

"Six months ago, the Shen family suddenly brought Shi Yanxia back! What was their purpose? After searching for her for so long, besides exploiting her, they didn't intend for her to return to being a true heiress."

"Then the only possibility is that he realized that when someone from a wealthy family falls seriously ill, they would want to arrange a marriage to ward off bad luck, and the Shen family and the Zhan family had a verbal agreement to form a marriage alliance."