The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot

Zhao Xuanglang had never imagined that one day, death would be so close to him. When that truck came crashing towards him, he truly thought he was finished.

Just at the crucial moment, suddenly, a flash of white light appeared, and then he didn't know what happened.

When he regained consciousness, he was already lying in a hospital bed. The doctor told him that he had only sustained a minor injury to his forehead. As long as there was no concussion after observing for one night in the hospital, he could be discharged.

Remembering that terrible car accident, he found it incredible. He had really felt like it was unlikely he would survive, but now he had just a minor injury.

It all seemed so unbelievable.

"Xiao Lang, are you alright?"

Mrs. Zhao hurriedly entered the ward and started examining him up and down. After confirming that Zhao Xuanglang really only had a minor injury on his head, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Zhao, who was behind her, gradually relaxed his previously furrowed brow.

Although the doctor had already explained the situation to them, they could not truly be at ease until they saw their son safe and sound.

"Dad, Mom, I—" Zhao Xuanglang opened his mouth, but he somewhat didn't know what to say.

Especially since this car accident was too bizarre; his survival was simply a miracle. But was it really a miracle? And that mysterious white light that had suddenly appeared, was it real or just his hallucination?

His instinct told him it was real. And indeed, it was because of that white light that he was safe.

"Xiao Lang, what are you thinking about?" Mrs. Zhao asked as she looked at Zhao Xuanglang, who seemed lost, worriedly, "Is there something uncomfortable? Don't hide it, speak out. Oh, forget it, I'll go call the doctor right now!"

Saying this, she was about to get up. But Zhao Xuanglang stopped her before she could move.

"Mom, Uncle Chen—" Zhao Xuanglang suddenly asked, "How is he now?"

The Uncle Chen he mentioned was the driver who had driven him today. After the accident occurred, he had fainted, so he did not know what had happened to the driver.

Hearing Zhao Xuanglang's question, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao looked at each other, unsure how to answer for a moment.

Because Uncle Chen had already died on the spot when the accident occurred. The severity of the car accident was such that it was unbearable to witness. They had thought Zhao Xuanglang would either die or be gravely injured from this accident. Unexpectedly, he had only sustained a slight injury.

Even the traffic officer who inspected the scene said that it was a miracle Zhao Xuanglang had survived. Because at the moment of the accident, the entire car had almost been completely deformed.

"Uncle Chen, is he—?" Zhao Xuanglang's voice choked, "Did he die?"

Mr. Zhao nodded his head and then spoke with consolation, "Xiao Lang, don't think too much right now. Such a big event just happened; you just focus on resting. As for the follow-up matters, your mom and I will handle them."

"Yes!" Mrs. Zhao sat beside the bed, patted Zhao Xuanglang's shoulder, and spoke with some relief, "Xiao Lang, it's really your ancestor's blessings that you escaped death this time. Be more careful in the future; such incidents can't happen again. If something happened to you, what would your father and I do!"

After hearing Mrs. Zhao's words, Zhao Xuanglang seemed to remember something. He immediately reached into his pocket. But he felt no trace of the talisman paper, only grabbing a handful of ash.

Looking at the ashes in Zhao Xuanglang's hand, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao exchanged glances, both confused.

"Xiao Lang, are you okay?" Mrs. Zhao gingerly looked at Zhao Xuanglang, "If you really feel uncomfortable somewhere, you must tell us right away."

Zhao Xuanglang stared blankly at the ashes in his hand, overwhelmed with thoughts. He clearly remembered that before, what was put in this pocket was the talisman paper given to him by Zhong Nianyao. But now, it was just a pile of ashes.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled that just at the moment of danger, he had felt a burst of heat from his pocket followed by a flash of light.

Thinking of what Zhong Nianyao had once said, a thought suddenly flashed through Zhao Xuanglang's mind—was it really Zhong Nianyao's talisman paper that had saved him this time?

Without any hesitation, Zhao Xuanglang immediately shared everything Zhong Nianyao had told him about the talisman paper and how it saved him.

After listening to Zhao Xuanglang's account, Mrs. Zhao immediately looked at Mr. Zhao, "Husband, this—"

Mr. Zhao looked at Zhao Xuanglang with a serious expression and asked, "Is this about the classmate you mentioned before?"