The Hidden Heiress Is a Secret Big Shot

Mrs. Shen was taken straight to the hospital.

Chen Jianhong put away his examination equipment and looked at Shen Yurou, who was waiting beside him, "It's nothing serious, the old lady's condition is an old ailment; a few days of rest, and she will be fine."

Mrs. Shen slowly opened her eyes only after hearing Chen Jianhong say she was alright.

Feigning illness was her old trick; she refused to believe Shen Dongli wouldn't come and apologize with his sons once he found out. At that point, she would take the chance to make Yurou return to the Shen Family and properly restrain that unlucky jinx.

Shen Yurou was so excited to see Chen Jianhong she could hardly speak!

This was someone who usually only appeared in the news. This was the first time she'd seen Chen Jianhong because she hadn't accompanied Mrs. Shen during previous hospital visits.

"Professor Chen, I'm the granddaughter of the Shen Family, Shen Yurou. My study direction is also medicine. Would you be willing to accept me as your apprentice?"

Chen Jianhong chuckled, "This is the first time I've met the granddaughter of Chief Shen. I didn't expect you to study medicine as well."

Shen Yurou shyly replied, "Yes, my grandparents are not in good health. I want to study medicine to care for them."

A hint of resentment was hidden in her eyes.

It was all because Elder Shen wanted her to behave and not think about competing with the Shen Family's four sons for the family inheritance, so he wouldn't let her study business or finance and only allowed her to study medicine.

She couldn't understand why, as a child of the Shen Family, she wasn't entitled to an inheritance.

If she could follow Chen Jianhong, the Shen Family's members would realize she was the best!

Mrs. Shen chuckled, "Yurou is my only granddaughter. If she can learn under Professor Chen, I would be satisfied."

Each of the Shen Family's four sons had their own merits; presumably, the daughter was no worse. Chen Jianhong readily agreed, "Alright, Yurou can start by observing and learning with me. If she shows talent, I'll personally mentor her."

Shen Yurou's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Great! Thank you, Professor Chen!"

Chen Jianhong asked, "Have you published any core SCI articles, or have you led a project team in conducting essential research?"

Shen Yurou: "..."

What kind of question is that?

She didn't even attend her regular school classes; how would she have time to research for SCI? Couldn't someone just buy one of those with money?

Seeing her awkward expression, Chen Jianhong understood that this young lady was likely all form and no substance.

Unfortunately, the Shen Family's sons were all geniuses; he had hoped to take on an apprentice like Shen Zhongshuang.

"I'll go check on the other patients first, contact me in a couple of days."

"Sure!"

...

Qiao Xi Hospital, Special Rest Ward

"Chief Shen's health is quite good; more exercise, please."

Chen Jianhong cheerfully looked at the elderly man lying in bed.

"I'm getting old. My granddaughter will be here soon. I'm going to let her take me out to enjoy the sun."

Mentioning his granddaughter brought a kind and benevolent smile to Elder Shen's face.

As Chen Jianhong left the room, he bumped into Pei Jue, who had come to see Elder Pei.

"Uncle Chen, how is my grandfather's health?"

Chen Jianhong handed over an examination report, "All the data is normal, except for high blood pressure, which requires dietary control."

Pei Jue took the report and carefully read it over, "Thank you, Uncle Chen. I've already investigated the prescription situation from last time; could you come with me?"

That prescription matter had always been a heavy stone weighing on Chen Jianhong's heart.

After all, the patients here were of great importance; even founding senior generals were recuperating upstairs, so there could be no mistakes.

Not to mention harming a patient, Chen Jianhong hurriedly followed Pei Jue, "I have a freshly sourced Pu'er tea cake in my office; please do me the honor, President Pei."

Inside the office, the sweet scent of tea wafted through the air, with the aroma of six-figure-per-ounce Pu'er tea filling the room.

"That incident involved the Dark Web Assassin Organization, Blue Whale. They colluded with hospital employees to swap Uncle Chen's prescription. The involved personnel have been apprehended."

Chen Jianhong was astonished, "Foreign influence?"

Pei Jue nodded, sipping his tea, "The elders are of no ordinary status; many foreign forces are focused on them. The previous attack on Chief Shen was also their work."

Cold sweat covered Chen Jianhong's forehead, "I understand. Thank you, President Pei. I heard there's a marriage engagement between President Pei and the Shen Family's granddaughter?"

Pei Jue raised his eyes, smiling, "Uncle Chen isn't usually one to gossip. Why bring this up?"

Chen Jianhong hesitated momentarily, recalling Shen Yurou's beautiful but uninspired and shallow face, especially the pair of eyes filled with interest, which always made him uncomfortable.

"If President Pei trusts me, this Miss Shen is not a suitable match."

Someone like Pei Jue should have a partner who complements him, someone like Shen Yurou who, no matter how you look at it, isn't a match for Pei Jue.

Pei Jue was a bit surprised, smiled gently while holding his teacup, and didn't speak further.

...

Night fell, the dense darkness enveloping the city's edges.

A blade was drawn, pressing against the assassin's vulnerable throat.

Qingwu spoke coldly, "Where is the director of Love Orphanage?"

The assassin's eyes were filled with shock; how did she know they had taken the orphanage director?

"Fool, do you think you can rule the world with one hand? Your organization will eventually be replaced by our Blue Whale!"

The three major Assassin Organizations on the Dark Web, High Tower, Deep Sea, and Blue Whale, were both adversaries and in mutual balance.

The assassin fell to the ground. Qingwu rubbed her wrist before turning and walking into a nearby underground fighting arena.

"Kill him!"

"Go, Leopard! Kill that arrogant Burmese in front of you!"

The cheers were deafening. In the octagonal cage on the stage, the fists of the fighters hit their opponent's vital points with every punch.

The owner of the fighting arena bowed before Qingwu, "Boss, someone has specifically requested your services with an offer of sixty million US dollars."

Qingwu shook her head, "Let's go to the lounge, I'm not stepping into the ring today."

"Yes, please follow me."

Inside the underground fighting ring was the largest news exchange market in Beijing, where information was auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Qingwu donned a mask as she sat in the VIP area, fixating on the auctioneer introducing the information up for sale.

"This piece of information concerns the clues of an international organization's crackdown on the Dark Web, starting at fifty thousand US dollars."

Every year, international organizations would round up the Dark Web, with arms dealers, smugglers, and assassin organizations being infamous entities on the list.

Qingwu wasn't interested in this piece of information.

If it were so easy to stamp out, High Tower would have long ceased to exist.

Finally, the information sold for sixty thousand US dollars.

"The next piece of information relates to Tengshan Hospital eighteen years ago, with a starting bid of one million US dollars."

The room was aghast!

"What information is worth one million US dollars? Last time, the identity of the leader of the Conch Organization was sold for only fifty thousand US dollars."

"And something from eighteen years ago? Who would buy such an old piece?"

Qingwu raised her sign, "One million five hundred thousand."

Everyone: "..."

Is there really a fool willing to buy this piece of information? And in a VIP room at that... no, there must be something valuable about this piece.

"One million six hundred thousand."

Qingwu raised her sign again, "One million seven hundred thousand."

The neighboring VIP room followed closely, "One million eight hundred thousand."

"Two million."

"Two million five hundred thousand."

Qingwu: "..."

Tengshan Hospital was an abandoned hospital beside Love Orphanage.

Who else was interested, like her, in the information about Tengshan Hospital?

"Two million six hundred thousand."

The neighboring bidder raised again, "Three million."

In the VIP room, Pei Jue leisurely raised his sign, continuing to up the bid.

To him, this piece of information was insignificant, but since Fool was investigating Love Orphanage, they would surely be interested in this information.

Thinking of that slim and graceful figure, Pei Jue's lips curled into a slight smile.

Qingwu did not raise her card again.

Who knows the extent of this information, and if it's just a few words, she would have wasted her money.

The auction house doesn't offer refunds.

"Three million going once, three million going twice, three million going three times, sold, congratulations to VIP number nine!"