Shen Qingqing woke up early the next morning. Upon hearing the news, Wang Damin and Luo Hongling rushed to the hospital immediately.
Even if Shen Qingyue was reluctant, he had no choice but to follow along at this point.
Otherwise, the people at the farm would drown him in a flood of scorn with just their spit.
However, the moment they entered the ward, they noticed something was off about Shen Qingqing.
Her gaze was vacant, fixed on the window, and she showed no reaction when they walked in—nothing like how a normal person would respond.
Shen Qingyue immediately sat by the bed. "Sis, it's me, Qingyue. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?"
He called out several times and even waved his hand in front of her eyes, but Shen Qingqing remained in that same dazed state.
Relieved yet concerned, Shen Qingyue quickly turned to Doctor Song.
"Doctor, what's wrong with my sister? Why does she seem so out of it?"
He pointed to his head. "Could she have hit it and damaged something?"
Doctor Song shook his head. "It's hard to say. We've run all the necessary tests, and everything appears normal so far. But she hasn’t spoken a single word since waking up."
"We suspect it might be a concussion, though we can’t rule out the possibility of a blood clot in her brain. We’ll need to observe her for a few more days to be sure."
"If there’s nothing else, you should head back for now. In her current state, questioning her won’t yield any answers."
Hearing this, Luo Hongling instinctively glanced at Shen Qingqing on the bed.
Wang Damin also gave her a thoughtful look.
For the moment, neither of them said anything. But once they returned to the farm office, Wang Damin asked Luo Hongling to stay behind.
Though it wasn’t right to suspect someone without evidence, he couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was too coincidental.
"Luo, you’ve been sharing a room with Shen Qingqing for over three months now. Do you think she was faking it just now?"
Luo Hongling stayed silent for a moment. She wasn’t sure if Shen Qingqing was pretending.
But one thing was certain—Shen Qingqing didn’t have the patience to keep up an act for long.
After some thought, she replied, "Even if Shen Qingqing can fake it for a while, she can’t keep it up forever. Let’s wait a few more days and see."
Wang Damin agreed. "Still, I think the kid’s been through quite a shock. We talked for so long in there, and she didn’t react at all."
Wang Damin wasn’t wrong—Shen Qingqing had indeed suffered a tremendous shock.
No one knew what she had experienced during that day and night of unconsciousness.
Even she could hardly believe it. While unconscious, she had been trapped in a recurring dream.
In the dream, her cousin Lin Baozhu had successfully stolen Jiang Si’s two bankbooks.
Not long after, that fool was sweet-talked by Shen Xiuwen into obediently leaving for the countryside.
Soon after, their family managed to secure the other half of the Jiang family’s fortune before the political purges began.
Turns out, those old relics from the Jiang family had indeed entrusted the other half of their wealth to Third Granduncle.
That old fox Third Granduncle had hidden the treasure in the wasteland east of the city.
The Jiang family was truly wealthy beyond imagination.
Just the gold buried in that mound alone sold for hundreds of millions by the early 1990s!
Shortly after securing the inheritance, their family reunited with the two Liu uncles in a place called Liujiawan in Yancheng.
From there, they chartered a cargo ship to Hong Kong.
The journey was tough, but they made it to Hong Kong safely.
Unlike the mainland, where everything required ration coupons, Hong Kong was a paradise for the wealthy—and their family had more than enough money.
Soon, they bought property in the city’s most expensive districts and founded their own import-export company.
During this time, she met the love of her life—a scion of one of Hong Kong’s top elite families.
From their first meeting to their wedding, it took less than a week.
On the wedding day, her in-laws splurged millions on betrothal gifts and hosted a grand banquet at Hong Kong’s most luxurious hotel, with nearly every influential figure in attendance.
Her own family didn’t disappoint either.
Her parents gave her the entire betrothal sum, keeping none for themselves.
On top of that, they gifted her an additional five million Hong Kong dollars, along with a hundred crates of antiques, calligraphy, paintings, jade, and jewelry.
Most importantly, the Jiang family’s ancestral white jade pendant was also included in her dowry.
It wasn’t until later that Shen Qingqing accidentally discovered the jade’s secret—it contained a mystical space with a spirit spring capable of nurturing miraculous crops.
Thanks to the spring’s blessings, she bore child after child.
Within just a few years, she had given birth to ten sons for her husband’s family.
While her love life flourished, so did her career. After her tenth child, she returned to work, leveraging the space’s power to build an empire of eco-farms spanning the globe.
By the late 1980s, her family returned triumphantly to the mainland, capitalizing on the economic reforms to buy vast stretches of unused land.
Through strategic land investments, her assets multiplied several times over by the new millennium.
She had become the ultimate winner in life!
The dream was so vivid that, upon waking, Shen Qingqing struggled to snap back to reality.
Normally, she wouldn’t dare entertain such supernatural notions.
After all, nothing in her current life matched the dream.
Yet she couldn’t shake the thought of that white jade pendant.
She still remembered the hollow feeling when Jiang Si took it away—as if she had lost something irreplaceable.
Then there were the missing Jiang family heirlooms.
Lin Baozhu didn’t have the skill—or the nerve—to empty the house so thoroughly in such a short time.
Could the spirit spring space really exist?
For a moment, Shen Qingqing couldn’t tell which world was real—the one she was in now or the one from her dream.
But if the dream was fake, how could her imagination conjure something so fantastical?
Smartphones that could access the internet, trains that sped hundreds of kilometers an hour, self-driving cars, Hong Kong’s handover in ’97, Macau’s return in ’99—
Every detail in the dream defied her understanding of reality!
It was in this state of mind that Shen Qingyue and the others entered the ward. Shen Qingqing was too lost in thought to notice them.
By the time she regained her senses, only Shen Qingyue remained in the room.
But she had no intention of discussing any of this with him yet.
Right now, she was fixated on one thing.
In a few days, an important news article would be published. In her dream, she had seen it reprinted in Hong Kong’s Ta Kung Pao.
Timing-wise, it should appear any day now.
If the article really showed up, it would prove her dream was real.
The Jiang family’s missing treasures hadn’t been stolen—they had been taken back by Jiang Si.
At this thought, Shen Qingqing suddenly clenched her fists. If this were truly the case, then everything would make sense.
But soon, her resolve faltered.
She didn’t even know where Jiang Si was, and she herself was trapped in this wretched place.
How could she possibly reclaim what was rightfully hers and live the privileged life she had glimpsed in her dreams?
Unbeknownst to Jiang Si, an accident had allowed Shen Qingqing to catch fragments of her past life. At this very moment, Jiang Si was in the courtyard house, embracing the bright future that awaited her.
Today was the day the Huo Family would formally come to propose marriage.
To show their sincerity, all four elders of the Huo Family arrived together early in the morning.
Shortly after eight o’clock, the gate of the courtyard house swung open to the sound of knocking—
