I Transmigrated Into a Villain and All the Heroines in This Novel Have Systems?

Chapter 41:

Lu Chaoge was clearly a bit exasperated. She lifted her head and glanced at Lin Chuan. “Do you understand wild ginseng?”

“No.” Lin Chuan shook his head confidently.

“If you don’t understand it, then what makes you so sure that his wild ginseng is fake?” Lu Chaoge was on the verge of losing her temper. She regretted letting him into the meeting room.

Lin Chuan didn’t know how to explain it to her, so he simply pointed at Wan Jinyou. “If he has nothing to hide, then why is he afraid of letting you conduct a slice test?”

“Mr. Wan is just concerned that we might damage the medicinal properties of the ginseng. That’s understandable,” Lu Chaoge said casually.

As she spoke, she seemed to realize that Lin Chuan was genuinely worried about her being deceived. Her tone softened immediately.

“Alright, alright. I’ll handle this myself. You don’t need to interfere. Just wait for me in my office, and I’ll come over after I finish here.”

Hearing this, a smug smile flickered at the corner of Wan Jinyou’s lips.

But that small expression didn’t escape Lin Chuan’s sharp eyes.

Hmph. You’re getting ahead of yourself, old man.

“Would you dare to answer three of my questions? If your answers satisfy me, I promise I won’t interfere anymore.”

Lin Chuan’s words were directed at Wan Jinyou.

Wan Jinyou immediately straightened his back and puffed out his chest. “I, Wan Jinyou, have a clear conscience! There’s nothing I wouldn’t dare answer!”

“Good.”

Lin Chuan nodded, then clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing around the conference room.

Lu Chaoge and the others followed his movements with their eyes, not knowing what he was up to.

Xu Manli even curled her lips and muttered under her breath, “What a show-off.”

Although Lu Chaoge’s attitude toward Lin Chuan had improved, Xu Manli, as her best friend, still felt it wasn’t worth it.

She really didn’t understand what her friend saw in this guy.

A rich playboy with no real skills—what was there to hold on to?

If it were her, she would have broken off the engagement long ago.

Lin Chuan ignored the looks from everyone and continued walking in circles, deep in thought about what to ask.

A few minutes later, Wan Jinyou was already getting impatient and was about to urge him to hurry up.

At that moment, Lin Chuan suddenly stopped and swiftly asked, “What illness does your grandson, Zhang Xiaoxin, have?”

Without thinking, Wan Jinyou blurted out, “Leukemia.”

Lin Chuan didn’t give him a moment to pause and immediately followed up, “Which hospital is he admitted to?”

“Zhonghai Third People’s Hospital.”

“So, what’s your grandson’s full name?”

“Zhang Xiaoxin…”

Halfway through his response, Wan Jinyou suddenly clamped his hand over his mouth, his eyes flashing with panic.

Lin Chuan’s rapid questioning had caught him completely off guard.

He had fallen right into the trap without realizing it.

His grandson was indeed named Zhang Xiaoxin.

But how did this man in front of him know that?

A sly grin crept onto Lin Chuan’s lips. “Shouldn’t your grandson’s surname be Wan? Why is his last name Zhang?”

Lu Chaoge and the others also looked at Wan Jinyou in confusion.

Wan Jinyou’s gaze wavered. “Because… because my grandson took his mother’s surname.”

Although the excuse was a bit flimsy, it was still somewhat reasonable.

After all, it wasn’t uncommon for children to take their mother’s last name these days.

But Lin Chuan simply sneered. “Didn’t your daughter-in-law’s surname used to be Liu? Why is it Zhang now?”

As soon as Wan Jinyou heard this, his face turned deathly pale. He instinctively stepped back, as if he had seen a ghost. “You…”

Lin Chuan took another step forward. “This is our first time meeting, right?”

Wan Jinyou, as if compelled, nodded. “Yes.”

Lin Chuan continued, “Which means there’s no way I could know anything about you, correct?”

Wan Jinyou nodded again.

Lin Chuan casually perched himself on the edge of the conference table. “So, don’t you find it strange that I know your grandson’s name is Zhang Xiaoxin and that your daughter-in-law’s surname is Liu?”

He had voiced the exact question lurking in Wan Jinyou’s mind.

Wan Jinyou was absolutely certain that he had never met Lin Chuan before.

Yet, this man had just called out his grandson’s name without hesitation.

That was too eerie.

Even Lu Chaoge and Xu Manli were starting to feel a chill down their spines.

Why did Lin Chuan suddenly seem like some kind of mystic sorcerer?

At that moment, Lin Chuan spoke again. “Have you ever heard of a technique called Spirit Communication?”

“N-no,” Wan Jinyou stammered, shaking his head hastily.

“Spirit Communication, also known as the Grand Art of Ghost Summoning. By using this technique, one can communicate with the spirits of the underworld. That’s how I can uncover hidden truths.”

Lin Chuan’s voice carried an eerie undertone, sending a cold shiver down everyone’s spines—even though it was broad daylight.

A hint of suspicion flickered in Wan Jinyou’s eyes. He clearly wasn’t entirely convinced about this so-called ghost summoning technique.

Lin Chuan noticed his doubt and smirked mysteriously. “I know you don’t believe me… but you will soon.”

As he finished speaking, he formed a series of hand seals with his fingers and began chanting, “By the decree of the Supreme Lord, I summon the spirits of the underworld! Ten Kings of Hell, heed my command! Grand Art of Ghost Summoning, appear!”

Coincidentally, just as he spoke the final word, the lights in the conference room flickered twice.

The people in the room turned pale with fright.

Lu Chaoge and Xu Manli, in particular, were completely stunned.

Did this guy actually know magic?

Lin Chuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze cold and piercing as he fixed it on Wan Jinyou. “What is your real name?”

“Wan… Wan Jin…”

Before he could finish, Lin Chuan suddenly barked, “Lies! Your real name is Zhang Zaixian, isn’t it?”

Wan Jinyou trembled violently. “I… I…”

“Your grandfather never traveled across the northern plains. He never went to the Greater Khingan Mountains, nor did he bring back a wild ginseng. In fact, he never even left Zhonghai and died of a stroke at the age of fifty.”

“Your grandson doesn’t have leukemia. He’s currently in third grade at Xiguan Primary School. He’s an excellent student and even ranked first in his class last semester.”

“You’ve been dealing in the black market trade of medicinal herbs. When you heard that the Lu Group was looking to buy century-old wild ginseng, greed overtook you. So, you fabricated a fake wild ginseng to scam them for money.”

With every statement Lin Chuan made, Wan Jinyou’s face turned a shade paler.

By the time Lin Chuan finished speaking, his face was completely drained of color.

His eyes, filled with terror, stared at Lin Chuan as if he were looking at a ghost.

“Tell me, am I right?” Lin Chuan didn’t continue, instead fixing his gaze on Wan Jinyou.

“I…”

“If you dare lie again, a hundred ghosts will haunt you, and you won’t die in peace!” Lin Chuan’s voice suddenly turned sharp and chilling.

Wan Jinyou shuddered violently. His legs went weak, and a dark stain quickly spread across his pants—he had wet himself in fear.

“I… I admit it! I’m a fraud! That wild ginseng… it’s fake…”

Lu Chaoge and the others were completely dumbfounded.

Lin Chuan had actually been right…

He really was a scammer?!