The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 247: 238 Still don’t know what Divine Calculation is? [2 more]

The two police officers’ expressions suddenly turned grim.

Their gazes toward Su Ruan were laced with coldness.

Being locals of Shanghai City, they naturally heard the gossip about the wealthy family circles.

And because of the sign erected at the entrance of Century Mall, Su Ruan’s name had traveled far.

Accusing a young girl just by word of mouth?

What kind of scheming and malicious woman was this?

Under the scrutinizing eyes of the two police officers, Su Ruan’s mind exploded, and her complexion turned even paler.

The next second, she suddenly seemed to realize something and fiercely turned her head, “You deliberately provoked me to call the police?!”

“Congratulations,” Ying Zijin leaned against the door, yawned again, and lightly chuckled from the corner of her eye, “Your IQ has finally kicked in.”

The two officers finally understood what was going on.

One of them spoke in a stern voice, “Ma’am, you have misused resources maliciously, and we must make a record of this.”

“On what grounds?” Su Ruan was truly panicking, “She told me to call the police! She is the one wasting resources! And besides, that doesn’t prove she didn’t take my card.”

“Ten billion, and you’re accusing her of taking ten million?” Fu Yihan completely lost his patience and warned, “Su Ruan, this is Shanghai City, behave yourself.”

“Besides, it was you who said you wanted to call the police. Are you blaming Miss Ying?”

Su Ruan involuntarily took a step back, her fingers trembling, “The two of you brothers, are both bewitched by a vixen…”

The two police officers wouldn’t meddle in the private affairs of a wealthy family, after recording Su Ruan’s actions, they left.

“I’m very sorry, Miss Ying, and Yunshen,” Fu Yihan sighed, “I’ll take her back first.”

Su Ruan didn’t want to stay any longer either, her face stinging with humiliation.

Tonight, she had lost all face, especially in front of Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen, with one hand in his pocket, looked up at the words and said coolly, “I haven’t told you to leave.”

Fu Yihan paused in his movement, and indeed, he stopped walking again.

Su Ruan angrily pounded Fu Yihan’s chest, “Why do you listen to everything he says? You’re the older brother!”

Why had she married Fu Yihan?

Wasn’t it to always hold leverage over Fu Yunshen, to make him look up to her?

Fu Yihan grasped Su Ruan’s hand, looking at the handsome man with a guilty expression, “Yunshen, is there something else?”

At that moment, the elevator on the right in the corridor chimed.

A waiter dressed in a tailcoat walked in.

He carried a bag in his hand, black and opaque, its contents unknown.

Ying Zijin gave it a glance, her eyes set.

The waiter approached, presenting the bag with great respect, “Seventh Young Master, the item you requested has been brought up.”

Fu Yunshen reached out to take the bag, then stood up and approached Su Ruan.

Su Ruan instinctively looked up, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw his bewitchingly handsome face.

She had to admit, neither in the capital nor abroad had she seen anyone more attractive than Fu Yunshen.

This man seemed like a deity walking the earth, his features as if crafted by the hand of God, so devastatingly alluring.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was a dissolute son, she would have been willing to marry him.

Su Ruan’s expression became distracted for a moment.

But the very next second, before she could withdraw from her daydreams, she was bombarded with a pile of black cards.

They cascaded down on her head, one after another.

Each card bore the emblem of a golden iris.

There were a hundred cards in total.

Su Ruan was utterly confused by the onslaught.

After dumping the cards, Fu Yunshen handed the black bag back to the waiter.

He then stepped back, his hands returning to his pockets, “I’ve given you a stack, is it enough?”

Su Ruan’s face, humiliated, was deathly pale, drained of all color.

Her lips quivered, unable to form coherent words, “Fu Yunshen, you, you…”

“If it’s not enough, there’s more,” Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow and smirked, “I’ll have someone send them to the Fu Family later. If you still don’t think it’s enough, you can eat them one by one, and you definitely won’t lose them.”@@novelbin@@

After speaking, he didn’t look at the expression on Su Ruan’s face, but turned to the side, “Yaoyao, let’s go have a late-night snack.”

The door was closed.

Ying Zijin sat at the dining table and opened the bag.

Inside were several boxes of sweets and small cakes.

But she didn’t start eating immediately, instead, she looked up.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Fu Yunshen noticed what she meant and tapped her on the head, “there’s no money in there.”

Only then did Ying Zijin pick up her spoon, “Where did you get all those cards from?”

She had noticed that the black cards were exquisitely made and didn’t seem like forgeries.

“I was in the capital at the time,” Fu Yunshen paused for a moment, “I took some on a whim, never used them.”

Such anonymous cards were merely mementoes.

Ying Zijin nodded, “You don’t often go back for family dinners, is it because of your parents, or also because of your sister-in-law?”

“Her brain doesn’t work well,” Fu Yunshen chuckled softly, in a lazy tone, “Yaoyao, do you believe she probably still thinks I’m hopelessly in love with her, and that my actions are born from love turned to hatred?”

“…”

Even Ying Zijin couldn’t help but fall silent for a moment, “That’s quite ineffective.”

Fu Yunshen turned his head, looking out the window.

The neon lights were reflected in the depths of his eyes, casting a shallow amber hue, reminiscent of the milky way, pure and dazzling.

He smiled again, “I don’t want to make grandfather and big brother uncomfortable. The Fu Family without me, it doesn’t matter.”

Ying Zijin cut a slice of cake with a knife, still silent.

Without speaking, she didn’t know what he had gone through in the past.

But clearly, those had been days full of pain and darkness.

At that moment, her phone rang.

It was Rita who called her through the international chat app.

“Hello? Beauty?” She was very angry, “I’m going to die of anger, this Number One Poison Master, she stood me up again, saying she has some things to do, has to delay for another ten days.”

“Is there any place in Shanghai City fun to visit? Tell me about it, I’ll go check it out.”

Ying Zijin’s expression paused for a moment, “How did you get in touch with her?”

If NOK’s Gun God Ranking Number 87 walked around Shanghai City, who knew how many people would be scared.

“Letters, brought by pigeons.” Rita said, “That’s why I always thought she might be from the Ancient Medicine field. As for who exactly, we’ll only know after meeting.”

“Another ten-day delay, it doesn’t affect you, does it?”

“It’s fine,” Ying Zijin glanced at her bill, “except you wasted the money I spent on the hotel, which is really expensive.”

“…”

**

Five days later, on August 28th, Verdant Middle School started its new school year.

The second year of high school officially advanced to the third year, and the school also welcomed the new first-year students.

Before school started, the third year had the first mock exam.

Apart from the regular classes, both the science experimental class and the Elite Class did not have midterms or final exams anymore, using only mock test papers that replicated the high school entrance exam shape.

The first mock exam was a unified test, and since most of the papers were graded by machines, the results came back quickly.

As usual, the top one hundred rankings were posted on the honor board outside.

Because the difficulty of the papers was much lower than that of the Elite Class, it was just of regular difficulty.

With a ceiling there, the students of the Elite Class could not create a much larger gap with those from the science experimental class.

Rank 50 and 51 differed by only one point.

But the top ranked student in the grade was 15 points ahead of the second-ranked student.

First: Ying Yuexuan

Total score: 735

Of course, this score was still 10 points behind Wen Tinglan, who topped the previous batch of third-year students.

Although it was only ten points difference, once you’re above 700 points, every single point represents a major gap.

A genius is incomparable to a freak.

“Yuexuan, after your trip abroad, your studies really have improved.” Her deskmate was happy for Ying Yuexuan and couldn’t help but add, “If Zhiwan were still here, with you studying so hard, she wouldn’t be able to keep her top rank.”

Ying Yuexuan felt unimpressed, her tone lukewarm: “Maybe I just got the hang of it all of a sudden.”

“That’s also good,” the girl said. “This way, the top rank of the third year can stay in our class.”

On hearing this, Ying Yuexuan paused for a moment, “The top rank isn’t in our class? At the end of last semester, I saw Zhiwan’s name at the top of the honor board.”

“That’s because—” as the girl began to say something, she remembered Ying Yuexuan was the Miss of the Ying Family and swallowed the rest of her words, “Don’t worry, Yuexuan. Ying Zijin doesn’t compare to you, you see she doesn’t even participate in exams.”

This time, Ying Yuexuan didn’t respond.

She gripped her pen tighter and resumed working on the paper.

**

With the privilege granted by the principal, Ying Zijin didn’t go to school.

She visited Chuguang Media instead.

The auditions for Youth 202 had ended. Like Youth 101, a total of 101 trainees made it through the selection process.

Youth 101 was for female pop idols, while Youth 202 was for male pop idols.

Chuguang Media had sent three contestants.

Ying Zijin was there to check the monthly report for August.

The female secretary received a notification early in the morning to wait for her downstairs and took the elevator up with her.

Passing the executive meeting room, Ying Zijin stopped, looking inside.

Inside the meeting room, there were directors from the marketing and publicity departments.

And another group of people, fierce and intimidating.

One middle-aged man directly tossed a folder onto the face of the marketing director’s assistant.

Seeing her looking over, the female secretary hesitated.

After quite a while, she realized and whispered, “Boss, that is—”

“It’s nothing,” Ying Zijin said, with a slight close of her eyes. “I already know.”

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach into the meeting room from the doorway.

The man who threw the folder heard her, turned his head, and couldn’t help but laugh: “I haven’t even spoken yet, and you already know? What do you know?”