The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 243: 235 Mu Heqing’s Phone Call [2 Updates]

There was a moment of disbelief.

The man suddenly stood up, making the chair emit a noise.

This was the first time he had lost his composure.

It was almost unbelievable.

Mu Chenzhou was startled, thinking he had been enraged, “Mr. Meng Jingyu!”

Meng Jingyu didn’t pay any heed to Mu Chenzhou and was only looking at Fu Yunshen.

It was as if he had remembered something, his gaze shifting and changing.

But to the other guests, this reaction appeared to be one of extreme anger.

Seeing this, Su Ruan sneered coldly, yet felt a hint of satisfaction in her heart.

She turned her head and said to Fu Yihan, “Look, he extorted half a million from me and then turns around and spends five million to buy a rotten flower to please another woman. What does he mean by this?”

“He’s offending the families in the imperial capital, and you all just stand by and watch?”

Fu Yihan furrowed his brows and spoke in a calm voice, “Xiao Ruan, don’t be like this.”

“What’s wrong with being like this?” Su Ruan’s voice grew more aggrieved, and her eyes began to redden, “You don’t know how he humiliated me just now, with half a million for a broken cup! And all because of another woman!”

Ever since she returned to Shanghai City with Fu Yihan, every humiliation she had suffered came from Fu Yunshen.

Even now, she was unable to enter Century Plaza.

Behind her, many young ladies of wealthy families were laughing at her.

They also said she was disgusting and low, having accepted a marriage proposal only to climb into another man’s bed right after.

Su Ruan was furious.

But the Su family, after all, was far away in the imperial capital, where the emperor’s reach was long, and they couldn’t manage affairs in Shanghai City, nor could they support her.

Also, because of her broken engagement, even after more than two years, Old Master Su was still angry with her.

He said that since she had married into the Fu family, she should listen to Fu Mingcheng and Madam Fu in everything.

A daughter married off is like water spilled out; whatever she would become in the future, the Su family would no longer interfere.

So Su Ruan held a deep resentment towards Fu Yunshen.

If she hadn’t been engaged to him in the first place, she wouldn’t have ended up so isolated and without support.

“You used someone else’s cup; compensation is only normal,” Fu Yihan said, massaging his brow, “Xiao Ruan, be obedient. Yunshen has his own life, and you shouldn’t interfere when it’s unnecessary. We all don’t.”

“It’s precisely because you all don’t interfere that I have to,” Su Ruan said, not willing to listen and acting stubbornly, “I just want to press down on him for the rest of my life until he willingly calls me ‘sister-in-law’.”

Her expression was one of contempt, taking pleasure in others’ misfortune, “But it’s not needed anymore, having offended the families in the imperial capital, even grandfather can’t protect him.”

Last time, the Fu family managed to send Fu Yunshen to O continent to take refuge, but could they do it every time?

Fu Yihan clearly realized this problem too and his brows furrowed in worry.

Su Ruan’s smile was brimming with anticipation, just waiting for Meng Jingyu to make trouble for Fu Yunshen next.

However—

Meng Jingyu slowly exhaled, his voice a bit low, “I am not entitled to this auction item, I was wrong before to press someone into a corner.”

“It’s only a flower, one can find another.”

Su Ruan’s smile froze.

Mu Chenzhou was also somewhat stunned, “Mr. Jingyu?”

Meng Jingyu’s look towards Mu Chenzhou became a few degrees colder as he uttered two words, “Continue.”

“Then let’s make it ten thousand yuan,” Fu Yunshen withdrew his gaze and tapped his finger lightly, “I’ve changed my mind. If anyone else wants to bid, they can.”

Meng Jingyu remained silent.

He was tightly frowning, small beads of sweat appearing on his smooth forehead.

Mu Chenzhou truly couldn’t understand why Meng Jingyu had changed his attitude so quickly.

But now, he was the one left in an awkward position.

Mu Chenzhou’s expression was somewhat embarrassed, and he didn’t dare look at Ying Zijin, sitting down stiffly with his fingers slightly clenched.

The provider of this tulip had originally set a very high reserve price.

So even just ten thousand yuan was considered a lot.

The premise being, this was just an ordinary tulip.

If it were Snow Ganoderma, it would be priceless.

Otherwise, Meng Jingyu wouldn’t have made a personal trip here.

The auctioneer was merely someone hired for the job; he hurried the staff to put the tulip into a box, relaxing a bit.

Ying Zijin received the box, opened it, and gently touched a petal with her fingers, her eyes slightly moved.

This Snow Ganoderma was even better than she had anticipated.

With an age of five hundred years, it could survive away from the soil and retain its full medicinal power.

It must have been discovered and picked recently.

As for how it became a hybrid species of tulip, that remained unknown.

Snow Ganoderma and Calming Flower share similar growing conditions, both requiring temperatures dozens of degrees below zero.

But Snow Ganoderma inevitably grows atop cliffs and steep ridges.

In Antarctica, there are many mercenary squads specifically tasked with exploring for medicinal herbs.

Even so, even mercenary squads tread extra carefully in Antarctica.

After billions of years of Earth’s shifts, with many ancient eras past, beneath those ice layers lie numerous ancient viruses.

Should any be released, it could potentially destroy the entire world.

Therefore, the medicinal herbs produced in Antarctica fetch very high bounty prices on the NOK forum.

For something on the level of Snow Ganoderma, prices start at five million US Dollars.

She bought it for ten thousand yuan, it was as if she’d made a lot of money.

Very good.

“I remember something,” Ying Zijin straightened up, pondering, “there’s a rumor that you offended a family in the capital and were sent to O continent, the Meng Family?”

“That’s not a rumor,” Fu Yunshen’s eyes narrowed slightly, “I left Hua Country after crippling a direct lineage family member of the Meng Family.”

Ying Zijin turned her head and glanced at Meng Jingyu, “Was it him?”

“No,” Fu Yunshen said indifferently, “But he watched.”

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow slightly.

Just watching could leave such a big shadow?

I wonder how ruthless he was at the time.

“Chief.”

This title made Fu Yunshen’s eyes darken slightly, “What is it?”

Ying Zijin closed the box again and turned her head, “When you’re free, let’s spar.”

The others were too weak, she had to hold back when she fought them.

It was not satisfying.

“Hmm?” Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes suddenly curved, his tone casual, “Sure, kid, go easy on me when the time comes.”

He paused, “Just don’t hit my face, anywhere else is fine.”

“…”

**

The second half of the auction proceeded calmly.

Also, because of the previous tulip bidding episode, nobody dared to compete with Ying Zijin when she bid for the Blue and White Porcelain with Underglaze Red that Mu Heqing needed.

Who would dare to compete?

Didn’t they see Seventh Young Master Fu sitting there with an air that he would crush anyone who dared compete with his money?

Ying Zijin looked at the Blue and White Porcelain with Underglaze Red she’d bought for five million US dollars and fell silent for a moment.

She opened WeChat and sent Mu Heqing a message.

[Elder Mu, you’ve saved some money.]

[?]

[I think you should thank me, maybe send me some snacks.]

[…]

Mu Heqing couldn’t help but smile wryly.

[Alright, Xiao Ying, I’ll cover all your snacks from now on. Not just snacks, but even a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast. I’ll treat you however many times you wish.]

Ying Zijin turned off her phone and carried the two boxes to take the elevator upstairs.

Fu Yunshen knew she had a meeting with Rita Bevin in the early hours and, concerned for her safety, accompanied her as well.

After the auction ended, Zhong Manhua hesitated for a long time but still mustered the courage to come forward.

“Mr. Meng, you mentioned making a house call, is that true?”

The Meng Family represented the pinnacle of traditional Chinese medicine in Hua Country.

Mu Heqing almost died before he was saved by the Meng Family, not to mention Old Madam Ying’s headaches.

“Making a house call?” Meng Jingyu turned his head and sized up Zhong Manhua.

It took quite a while before he recognized her as the Matriarch of the Ying Family.

His expression remained gentle, his voice like jade, with a smile, “I’m sorry, you might not be qualified enough.”

Even Mu Heqing sometimes personally visited the Ancient medical field.

The Ying Family?

What’s that even worth?

Money?

The Meng Family wasn’t just any ordinary wealthy family within worldly affairs; they didn’t need money.

Zhong Manhua’s face turned pale, she opened her mouth, “But…”@@novelbin@@

“Excuse me,” Meng Jingyu didn’t even pay attention to Zhong Manhua and walked past her.

Mu Chenzhou looked at Zhong Manhua with a complex expression and followed Meng Jingyu out.

Zhong Manhua stood in place, unable to recover for a long time, and even more embarrassed.

“Mom, let’s go,” Ying Yuexuan tugged at her sleeve and whispered, “Grandma’s illness will find another solution.”

Under the gaze of other noble ladies and sons of wealthy families, Zhong Manhua quickly left the hall.

Outside the hall.

Mu Chenzhou was about to call out to Meng Jingyu but was interrupted by the ring of his phone.

“Mom,” Mu Chenzhou took a deep breath before saying, “The auction here just ended, everything is normal.”

“That’s good,” Madam Mu smiled, “Having a new experience is a safeguard for when you take over the Mu family in the future.”

“I have distinguished guests here,” Mu Chenzhou nodded, “If there’s nothing urgent, I’ll call you later.”

“Chenzhou, don’t rush,” Madam Mu quickly spoke, “Mr. Mu Cheng is beside me; he says he needs to talk to you.”

Mu Chenzhou was startled, “Grandfather’s?”

Mu Cheng represented Mu Heqing, and his call was as good as one from Mu Heqing himself.

Before Mu Chenzhou could react, a different voice came from the other side of the phone.

“Young Master Chen Zhou, this is Mu Cheng.”