Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the scruffy old man retreated, thoughtfully closing the door to the meeting room.

"How should I address the Master?"

Regardless of whether it was Yun Ran or Ginsengfruit, their youthful appearance was too obvious, yet the middle-aged man didn't question it at all.

"My surname is Yun, and this is my little apprentice!"

"Master Yun, my surname is Luo, Luo Rusheng. You must already know that the matter I've entrusted is rather troublesome..."

Before he even finished a complete sentence, Luo Rusheng started coughing desperately again, which truly hindered the progress of business discussions.

Yun Ran directly took out a gleaming white pill, which Ginsengfruit promptly received. With short legs, he delivered it to Luo Rusheng's hand.

"This is a health pill I've crafted myself, it's quite effective, you can give it a try."

Of course, Yun Ran was merely making a suggestion. If Luo Rusheng was overly cautious and unwilling to consume something given by a stranger, Yun Ran wouldn't mind either.

Unexpectedly, Luo Rusheng didn't even think twice. He simply twisted open the bottle of mineral water placed beside him and swallowed the pill offered by Yun Ran.

This unconditional trust and respect for Yun Ran indeed earned him a lot of goodwill from Yun Ran.

At least now, Yun Ran's gaze towards him had become much gentler.

Luo Rusheng had originally thought that the medicine would take some time to take effect.

Yet, unexpectedly, as soon as the medicine was ingested, a cool sensation directly ran down his throat, causing the previous irritation and itchiness in his chest to vanish without a trace.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a mirror around him; otherwise, he would definitely see his once sallow complexion visibly restored significantly.

Perhaps due to chronic coughing, this rare moment of comfort made Luo Rusheng's eyes brighten considerably.

"Master Yun's medicine is indeed extraordinary!"

Yun Ran's lips curled up slightly, unable to resist feeling smug: Well, of course, how could something she crafted personally be anything inferior?

But outwardly, she wore a classic expression, nodding gently: "Let's talk about the specifics now."

Luo Rusheng's eyes, which had brightened somewhat, immediately became tinged with sadness upon hearing Yun Ran's question.

Before coming, Yun Ran had already roughly understood this man's background—a businessman dealing in medicinal herbs, with ancestral roots from the Northeast.

Because he was quite reputable and held high-quality herbs, his business thrived exceptionally, with net worth during its peak reaching twenty to thirty billion yuan.

Sadly, two years ago, he seemed to have attracted a bad luck charm: first, his elderly parents and relatives unexpectedly fell ill and perished.

Later, his wife and children also encountered unfortunate events, which greatly drained his spirit.

Gradually, business took a downturn too.

First, the herbs he sold were accused of being fraudulent, resulting in massive compensation payouts, and later he was backstabbed by business partners.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, minimizing losses by selling out what he could, preserving half of his net worth.

But when you're unlucky, even drinking cold water can get stuck between your teeth; Luo Rusheng fainted after dealing with his parents' and relatives' issues back home.

Ever since then, his previously robust body suddenly became frail and sickly, gasping for air after walking a few steps, and coughing so severely that he even coughed up blood at times.

Half a year ago, he suddenly received an anonymous letter, stating he was being secretly harmed and urgently needed to find a powerful master, or else his entire family would perish.

Only then did he come to realize, albeit too late, his wife had developed cancer, and his son and daughter had been in car accidents, with the whole family hospital-bound.

Luckily, he had been doing business for years and knew quite a few people. After much effort, he managed to find several genuinely capable masters.

Yet upon seeing his predicament, they shook their heads repeatedly, claiming it was too late, and if discovered earlier, there could have been hope.

He was certainly unwilling to resign to fate, taking out ancestral hundred-year-old ginseng and seeking help everywhere.

Three months ago, he received advice to move back into this five-courtyard residence.

Yun Ran noticed upon arrival that indeed this house bore a unique vitality.

"This house must have been built long ago. If I haven't got it wrong, a great scholar lived here once, protected by the Wenquxing as people say."

Upon hearing Yun Ran's words, Luo Rusheng quickly nodded: "That's right, back when my children were young, we moved the whole family to Capital City.

This house was sold to me by a business partner who indeed mentioned that generations ago, several renowned scholars hailed from his ancestors.

At the time, business was good for me, and my reputation was sound. That business partner had suffered and gone bankrupt, unable to bear cheaply selling the ancestral home.

I thought of giving my children a stroke of luck, so I purchased it at a high price. When remodeling it, I didn't alter its original layout.

Who would've thought my act of goodwill back then would turn out to be my final lifeline.

That master said his capabilities were limited and could only prolong my life, letting me live here to receive some protection..."

Yun Ran nodded; supposedly, this project had a bounty exceeding a hundred million, making it a major business opportunity.

Yet, ultimately, she was the one to take it on, so surely, this family's situation had spread across the Dark Master circles in Capital City.

They didn't take the project because either they were outclassed, or they knew clearly that the entity behind orchestrating this family's plight was far too powerful for them to handle.

Thus, Yun Ran seized the chance left open.

Perhaps having faced too many disappointments, Luo Rusheng recounted previous encounters while remarkably calm, as if narrating someone else's tale.

After finishing, Luo Rusheng looked at Yun Ran in silence, quietly sitting there.

Just when he thought Yun Ran would, like others, shake her head with regret.

Yun Ran spoke up: "I've taken on your family's matter!"

Having faced countless rejections before, Luo Rusheng was startled by someone accepting. His eyes flickered and waves of emotion surged within him.

Before meeting Yun Ran, Uncle had said that this Master would indeed be extraordinary at first glance.

He hadn't felt anything back then; now, clearly, Uncle's ability to judge people was certainly impressive.

"Give me your birth information."

Had it not been for this person's truly harsh complexion and the burden of resentment he carried after his family's misfortunes, she would have judged from facial features as well.

But now, analyzing facial features could be slightly compromised, so birth information would be more precise.

"Alright, my birth information is..."

Yun Ran silently recited Luo Rusheng's information in her mind, then began calculating with her right hand.

Midway through, she paused slightly, her brows furrowing briefly, yet continued calculating unfazed; nobody could keep her from grasping earning opportunities.

She was still waiting to fund Qian Jian's Qingfeng Temple!