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

His Adam's apple bobbed; he hadn't been without suspicion before.

"The most urgent thing now is to find your uncle. How could a person just disappear into thin air, especially since even your Zhan family can't find him? This is rather unusual."

Leng Zhimo quickly changed the subject.

Suddenly remembering something, he quickly got up and walked to his desk, placing his hands on it. He looked at Zhan Jinglin and whispered, "Doesn't your sister-in-law understand metaphysics?"

"Why don't we ask her for help? See if she has a solution. Don't forget, she's almost like a prophet. During the variety show, she was able to foresee that Chen Yuan wanted to tempt Zheng Jiao to do something bad." Leng Zhiming lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his excitement.

He used to be uninterested in metaphysics, but now he's suddenly become interested.

“She said she has a way,” Zhan Jinglin said in a deep voice.

With those words, Leng Ziming clapped his hands immediately and said, "Isn't that settled then? Let your sister-in-law help you out. At worst, you can repay her with your body."

“This kind of marriage to ward off bad luck doesn’t really count as a wedding. Besides sending some betrothal gifts, there’s no wedding ceremony! You’ll have to repay her with your body and become her man,” Leng Zhiming immediately suggested.

Zhan Jinglin narrowed his dark eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in them.

“Well, I was just mentioning it casually, but your sister-in-law is only 20 years old, in the prime of her youth. You're already 28, an old man to her, and she might not even be interested in you,” Leng Ziming said in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill creeping into the study and couldn't help but shiver.

"Well, I was just saying it casually, nothing more. I'm leaving now, I'll go back and ask my dad." Leng Zhiming said, turning to walk out.

He had barely left when Butler Zhou knocked on the door and entered.

Butler Zhou brought in a bowl of soup and placed it on the desk. His aged face showed concern as he looked at him and said softly, "Young Master, it's very late."

"Okay, you go and rest first," Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice.

He reached for the soup, took a sip, picked up the documents beside him, opened them, and continued reading.

"Butler Zhou." Zhan Jinglin seemed to have thought of something and suddenly looked up and called out to him.

Just as Butler Zhou was about to leave, he heard him call out and quickly turned back.

"Young Master, what are your orders?" Butler Zhou asked, puzzled.

Zhan Jinglin stood up thoughtfully, turned and glanced around the study, then said in a low voice, "I've heard that Taoists have a fondness for gold. Have you heard anything about that?"

"Well... I did hear that Taoists like to sculpt golden statues of the people they worship, and that they have to make them out of pure gold," said Steward Zhou.

He glanced at Zhan Jinglin with a questioning look, only to hear him say, "You need to do me a favor."

"Yes, please say so." Butler Zhou was a little uneasy and quickly stepped forward.

Hearing Zhan Jinglin's low voice, he paused for a moment, then quickly nodded and whispered, "Yes, I'll take care of it right away."

After Butler Zhou left, Zhan Jinglin looked down at his phone screen.

The message was still stuck on Shi Yanxia's reply of "okay". He swiped his finger across the screen, closed the chat box, and stared at her profile picture for a second.

I clicked on her profile picture as if by some strange impulse, and found it was a little rabbit, supporting a gold ingot on its hind legs!

Below it was written a line that read: "Wishing you prosperity and fortune, I want to become incredibly rich."

"..." Zhan Jinglin rubbed the bridge of his nose, looked at the picture, and couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, she was just a little girl.

How childish.

Thinking of this, he felt inexplicably better. He got up, picked up the red wine, and was about to pour himself a glass when he heard Shi Yanxia's words. He then put the wine back on the wine cabinet.

He turned around and went back to his room.

That night, Zhan Jinglin had a nightmare. He dreamt that his father's car was knocked down in front of him with a "bang," and a huge truck came crashing down on him.

"Father," Zhan Jinglin called out repeatedly in a hoarse voice.

He watched helplessly as his father's car was crushed by a truck, blood seeping out of the car and staining the ground red.

He struggled to rush forward, trying to save him.

But the surroundings were empty, there was no one there. His shouts echoed, and the struggle and panic continued to spread in his heart.

"Zhan Jinglin." Shi Yanxia's voice kept echoing in his ears.

Butler Zhou stood behind her, pacing anxiously, whispering, "Young Madam, something's wrong with the young master; we can't wake him."

Shi Yanxia stood by the bed, silent for a long time.

She raised her fingertip, bit her index finger until it bled, and gently tapped it on Zhan Jinglin's forehead.

Blood dripped onto his forehead, spreading vividly. Zhan Jinglin, who had been struggling to wake up, suddenly opened his eyes.

"He's awake, young master is awake." Butler Zhou's heart was in his throat.

When he saw Zhan Jinglin wake up, he almost jumped up, and the worry in his eyes gradually faded away.

Shi Yanxia stood by the bed and saw Zhan Jinglin sit up. She then took a tissue to wipe her fingertips and pressed the fingertip she had just bitten.

"You're having a nightmare," Shi Yanxia said softly.

Zhan Jinglin was somewhat taken aback; the events of his dream were still vivid in his mind, as if they had just happened.

"How long have I been asleep?" Zhan Jinglin's voice was hoarse.

Upon hearing this, Butler Zhou quickly stepped forward and said, "Young Master, you've slept for a full 10 hours. It's eight o'clock in the morning now, and I saw you weren't awake yet, so I came in to check on you."

"I found you were unresponsive and struggling, so I called the young mistress and asked her to come back and check on you," Butler Zhou quickly explained.

Upon hearing his words, Zhan Jinglin quickly picked up the wristwatch from the bedside table and looked at it.

It's almost nine o'clock! He's never slept this long before, and besides, he always goes for a morning run at six o'clock every day; he's never had the habit of sleeping in.

"What did you dream about?" Shi Yanxia took a half step back.

She put her small hands behind her back and glanced at Zhan Jinglin with her head turned to the side.

Zhan Jinglin stood up, walked to the side, picked up a glass of water, took a sip, and calmed himself before saying in a hoarse voice, "I dreamt about the car accident my father was in before he died."

“That incident keeps recurring in my dreams, and no matter how hard I struggle, I can’t escape that place,” Zhan Jinglin said in a deep voice.

Shi Yanxia looked at him thoughtfully, then strode forward.

She reached out and raised her hand. Zhan Jinglin saw her about to touch his forehead, so he quickly bent down and brought his forehead closer. Shi Yanxia glanced at him.

She hadn't expected him to be so tall; her hands couldn't even reach him.

Thinking of this, she placed her hand on his forehead, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and her consciousness entered his mind. After a long while, she withdrew her hand.

"Did you encounter anything strange yesterday, or drink anything you don't usually drink?" Shi Yanxia asked in a low voice.

Although she asked the question, she clearly already had the answer in her heart.

"Besides handling official business yesterday, I went back to the old house." Zhan Jinglin said, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils contracted, and he looked at Shi Yanxia with some shock.

Seeing her raise an eyebrow slightly, he said in a deep voice, "My mother brewed me a cup of herbal tea."