Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Shen Jingshu withdrew her Heavenly Eye and turned to the real estate agent beside her: "Break down the door, the old man has fainted inside."

The real estate agent was taken aback, his face full of confusion: "Ms. Shen, how did you know someone fainted inside? This is a private residence; barging in would be trespassing and could result in legal trouble!"

The intermediary dared not make a move. Shen Jingshu thought to herself that saving a life was more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, and that saving this person would also accumulate good karma. She stepped forward, channeling her spiritual energy into her fingertips, and gently placed her palms against the wooden door. The spiritual energy silently seeped into the lock, and the latch slid open by itself. Shen Jingshu gave it a push, and the heavy courtyard door swung open with a thud.

The real estate agent stared wide-eyed, speechless with astonishment. He had just tried to push the door open; it was clearly locked securely. How could this young woman have opened it with such a gentle push?

Before the real estate agent could think it through, Shen Jingshu stepped into the courtyard. The agent's heart tightened, and he quickly followed to stop her: "Miss Shen, you can't go in! This is really not allowed, trespassing..."

Shen Jingshu walked slowly, and the real estate agent tried desperately to catch up, but he always lagged behind. By the time he reached the front porch, Shen Jingshu was already squatting next to a recliner.

Upon closer inspection, the agent saw that the eccentric old man's eyes were closed and his lips were bluish-black; he was indeed unconscious.

Shen Jingshu reached out and grasped the old man's wrist, quietly taking his pulse. The old man was advanced in years and suffered from numerous pre-existing age-related ailments. After taking his pulse, she understood that the old man's time was near; he had at most a month to live. It wasn't a sudden, sudden illness, but rather the exhaustion of his internal organs—a natural process of birth, aging, sickness, and death. Even with her exceptional medical skills, she couldn't defy fate.

She reached out and pinched the old man's philtrum to help him. Seeing this, the real estate agent hurriedly took out his phone and dialed 120 for emergency medical assistance.

The real estate agent had just hung up the phone when the old man in the recliner slowly opened his eyes.

He groggily looked up and first saw the face of a pretty young girl, then turned his gaze to the real estate agent standing to the side, still in shock.

The old man spoke weakly, his voice hoarse and dry: "How...how did you get in?"

The spirit of the white-haired old woman in the corridor, seeing the old man awake, finally felt relieved and stood to the side, gazing at Shen Jingshu with eyes full of gratitude. However, neither the old man nor the real estate agent could see her.

Upon seeing this, the agent breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Sir, you're finally awake! We've been knocking on the door for ages, but no one answered, and you didn't answer our calls either. We thought you weren't home, but then this Miss Shen gently pushed the door open, so we rushed in to check on you."

"Not locked?"

The old man was slightly stunned, his eyes showing a hint of bewilderment and confusion.

He clearly remembered locking the courtyard gate himself when he got up that morning. But lately his memory had been getting worse day by day, and he often couldn't remember trivial things. He figured it was because he was getting old and forgetful.

He knew in his heart that his time was coming to an end, and he had long since taken life and death lightly, and was not afraid of leaving this world in the slightest.

The old man had no children and spent most of his life relying on his wife.

Three years ago, the old lady who had been with him all his life passed away first, leaving him alone to guard this empty courtyard house, where he endured three long years of loneliness.

In truth, the day his wife passed away, he had already lost all desire to remain in this world. They had been husband and wife for half their lives, loving and devoted to each other. With her departure, his warmth of humanity was taken away with her.

He had intended to leave with his wife to avoid the pain of being alone.

But the old lady, on her deathbed, held his hand tightly and repeatedly told him to live well and never take his own life.

The two had known and cherished each other for a lifetime, understanding each other's hearts best. The old lady knew he was stubborn; if he refused, she would not be able to close her eyes in peace or pass away peacefully.

With no other choice, the old man could only nod in agreement through tears.

In the three years since his wife passed away, he has kept his promise and persevered.

The ancient courtyard was vast, the pavilions and terraces remained the same, and the plants and trees were as they were, but there was no longer anyone to warm tea for him or chat with him.

Day after day, year after year. He lived like a walking corpse, with no taste in his meals and no distinction between day and night.

He tried his best to keep his promise and live well, but in the dead of night, loneliness surged like a tide, engulfing him layer by layer.

Countless nights, he sat alone under the lamp, stroking the photo of the two of them when they were young on the wall. Looking at his wife with gentle eyes in the photo, his cloudy tears silently slid down his face, soaking his clothes.

Living on, all that remains is endless longing and boundless loneliness.

Seeing that the old man had regained consciousness, the agent quickly advised, "Sir, I've already called an ambulance for you. It would be safer if you went to the hospital for a full check-up."

The old man waved his hand weakly and said calmly, "No need. I know my own body."

Seeing his resolute attitude and unable to persuade him in the slightest, the agent could only turn to Shen Jingshu with a pleading look in his eyes, hoping she could help persuade him.

But Shen Jingshu did not speak.

She knew perfectly well that the old man's internal organs were completely exhausted, he was on his last breath, and he only had one month left to live. He was destined to die of old age naturally, and going to the hospital would only be a futile effort.

"The old man has at most a month left to live."

Shen Jingshu spoke calmly, revealing the truth in a low voice.

The real estate agent was taken aback upon hearing this, and a deep sense of pity welled up in his eyes. He had only met the old man a few times and they weren't close, but upon learning that a living, breathing old man had only a month or so left to live, he still felt a pang of sorrow and sadness.

On the other hand, the old man in question showed no shock, fear, or resentment upon hearing these words. Instead, he displayed a calm and composed demeanor, as if he had long since accepted the inevitable path of life and death.

The old woman's spirit, who had been watching over him the whole time, suddenly reddened with tears the moment she heard those words, her eyes filled with heartache and reluctance.

After a moment of silence, the real estate agent quickly broke the silence, trying to smooth things over: "By the way, sir, didn't you list the house for sale before? I brought Miss Shen here today specifically to see the property."

The old man raised his eyes and looked at the young woman before him, whose demeanor was cool and composed. If she hadn't intervened in time, he would probably have died silently in this courtyard.

He nodded slightly: "Alright, since we're here, let's go take a look."

"Then I'll show Miss Shen around, you can rest well."

The old man gently closed his eyes and leaned back in his recliner to rest quietly.

Shen Jingshu got up and followed the real estate agent through the entire courtyard.

After walking around, she was quite satisfied.

Nestled deep within the bustling city, this house offers tranquility amidst the noise. Its well-proportioned layout gathers positive energy, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere, making it an ideal residence for spiritual cultivation and recuperation. The courtyard is planted with rare and precious plants, all thriving, a testament to the meticulous care the elderly couple once put into its maintenance. Inside, the wooden furniture is made from high-quality antique materials, exuding a dignified and elegant feel, revealing a rustic and warm charm throughout.

The entire residence, from its feng shui layout to its living environment, perfectly suited her wishes.

After they finished their stroll, the two returned to the front yard.

Footsteps sounded, and the old man slowly opened his eyes, asking softly, "Finished reading? What did you think?"

The real estate agent didn't rush into conversation, but silently cast his gaze at Shen Jingshu. Throughout the entire house viewing, her expression remained indifferent, her emotions never showing, and he couldn't quite grasp her intentions.

Shen Jingshu looked at the old man in the recliner and said calmly and confidently, "Grandpa, I am very satisfied with this house. Please name your price."