The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 272: 262 Regret not acting earlier, you can’t afford to provoke the big shots [2nd update]

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“Mhm,” Fu Yunshen replied indifferently, “it has a long shelf life, don’t worry, it hasn’t expired.”

Ying Zijin put the round box into her own pocket without saying a word.

She had also made a similar medicinal cream before, and it was quite a hassle.

Generally speaking, if one hadn’t suffered multiple fatal injuries, such as liver penetration or clavicle fractures, there would be no need for this type of cream.

Thinking of this, Ying Zijin looked up and gazed thoughtfully at the man’s chest area.

She had observed his arms and seen no scars.

However, the location of the arms was not usually where one would receive fatal injuries.

Her gaze was direct, and Fu Yunshen, who always had sharp senses, could not possibly fail to notice.

His peach-shaped eyes curved up as he smiled, “Little friend, why are you staring at me again?”

“Oh,” Ying Zijin withdrew her gaze, “because you look good.”

“…”

Okay, she’s learned to respond to his banter now.

“I’ve arranged a firearms permit for you,” Fu Yunshen said, just teasing her earlier but moving on to more serious matters, “the next time something like this happens, you can fire directly.”

“Murder is illegal,” Ying Zijin tidied her hair, speaking quite seriously, “I obey the law.”

Of course, the seventh-ranked sniper who had infiltrated Shanghai City was not under the protection of Hua Country’s law.

“Don’t kill, just scare them into unconsciousness,” he stated.

“…”

“Then wait for me to come and execute them on the spot.”

“Commander,” Ying Zijin said slowly, addressing him with the title, “if your subordinates knew you were being so irresponsible, they would probably team up to beat you.”

“Mhm?” Fu Yunshen seemed unruffled, hand in pocket, and smiling nonchalantly, “After all this time, they still haven’t gotten used to it?”

Ying Zijin paused for a moment.

Suddenly, she felt that the director and the detectives of IBI were quite pitiable.

The Supreme Executive Commander not only neglected his duties but was also on the wanted list.

“Let’s go,” he raised his hand and patted her head, “it’s too late today; we won’t go back to the training camp, we’ll find a hotel to stay in.”

Queen Hotel has chains nationwide, including in the capital city.

Ying Zijin nodded, “I’ll send a message to Mengmeng to let her know I’m safe.”

**

After Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen left, Mu Cheng returned.

He knocked on the door of the private room before entering.

The floor was still in a mess.

Broken bottles, blood, and some vomit.

Madam Mu was kneeling on the ground, with Mu Chenzhou beside her.

Mu Cheng didn’t bother with these two people. He walked up respectfully, “Master, the arrangements for Miss Ying’s friends have also been taken care of.”

Fortunately, those students hadn’t inhaled too much of the hallucinogen, so the impact wasn’t significant.

“Mhm,” Mu Heqing nodded, “later, have someone escort them back safely.”

He was also aware of the Hua Country Talent Protection Program.

Teng Yunmeng and Feng Yue, absolutely no harm could come to them.

Mu Cheng lowered his voice further, “I’ve checked, and this incident is related to the Xiu family’s young miss. It was she who sent Miss Ying’s photos and information to Feng Hua.”

It took a moment for Mu Heqing to react, “The young miss of the Xiu family? Isn’t that…”

Mu Cheng reminded him, “Xiu Yan.”

“Her?” Mu Heqing scoffed coldly, “What kind of young miss is she? She’s probably forgotten how she even got the position.”

Mu Cheng sighed.

The Xiu Family, that was a true mess.

“Xiu Yan is also in the same competitive training camp as Miss Ying,” Mu Cheng added, “I’ve spoken to Miss Ying, told her to be careful.”

Mu Heqing nodded, acknowledging the information.

He turned his head to look at Madam Mu, her body trembling non-stop, “The hallucinogen was for your son, without permission, trafficking hallucinogens is illegal.”

Madam Mu shook even more violently, “Old Master…”

“I heed the law, not kinship,” Mu Heqing said with an indifferent smile, “besides, you hardly count as kin. Shixin passed away seven years ago, and your marriage was long dissolved.”

Madam Mu suddenly looked up, her eyes trembling.

Mu Shixin was the fifth son of Mu Heqing.

During a border security action, he was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet, suffered severe injuries, and died.

“You are Shixin’s widow. He passed away early, and I have always felt sorry for you,” Mu Heqing said calmly, “I’ve turned a blind eye to the things you’ve done.”

“You crave vanity, power, and use underhanded methods, but you haven’t hurt anyone, so I haven’t said anything, just had someone give you a warning.”

Madam Mu’s ears buzzed, “Warn…ing?”

“The day before yesterday, you bullied Weifeng and Yuxi,” Mu Heqing’s gaze was cold, “today, you caused trouble for Xiao Ying. Both emotionally and rationally, the Mu family has no place for you.”

He turned his head, “Mu Cheng, hand over the hallucinogens to the Yi Character Team, let them enforce the law.”

Mu Cheng took them, “Understood.”

At the sound of these words, Madam Mu collapsed to the ground.

She was very clear about what the Yi Character Team was.

She had always thought that Ying Zijin was just an orphan, not even wanted by the Ying Family, so what kind of support could Ying Zijin have?

If she had known this earlier, how could she have said those words?

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“Have someone tidy up this place.” Mu Heqing stood up and pushed open the door. “I’m going back to see Weifeng. Thanks to Xiao Ying, his illness was cured.”

With that single sentence, both Madam Mu and Mu Chenzhou were so bewildered they couldn’t find their bearings.

Madam Mu was both crying and laughing.

She was supposed to have encountered Ying Zijin even earlier, as early as this year, she had met her.

Now, it seemed that Mu Weifeng had reaped the unintended benefits.

And that’s how Mu Heqing walked away.

From start to finish, he didn’t glance at Mu Chenzhou again nor did he speak another word.

Mu Chenzhou was still kneeling on the ground, feeling a swelling in his head and an even colder chill in his heart.

Being hit or scolded by Mu Heqing would have been better than being ignored like this.

All because of one moment of poor judgment, he had been abandoned.

Mu Chenzhou pursed his lips, feeling an unprecedented sense of regret.

If he had known earlier that Ying Zijin was the divine doctor who healed Mu Heqing, he would never have looked at her with such prejudice.

And he definitely wouldn’t have sent her into Feng Hua’s hands.

He had always thought she was powerless, someone not to be trifled with by neither the Feng Family nor the Meng Family.

Now, it turned out that the person they couldn’t afford to offend was actually her.

Mu Cheng didn’t bother with Mu Chenzhou either. He stood in front of Madam Mu and began contacting the Yi Character Team.

**

The next morning arrived.

Teng Yunmeng woke up from her slumber and muddled down to the cafeteria.

“Mengmeng, come here quick,” Feng Yue called out to her as he saw her, waving his hand, “God Ying is back.”

That sentence completely snapped Teng Yunmeng awake.

She rubbed her eyes and saw Ying Zijin sitting by the dining table, pinching a bun and eating it.

Teng Yunmeng pinched herself, then with an “Ow,” she dashed over and hugged the girl. “Zijin, you’re alright, it’s really so good to hear.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ying Zijin patted her back. “Let’s eat.”

Feng Yue immediately pushed a plate of buns towards her, eager, “I just got these, the meat buns here are really delicious.”

As Teng Yunmeng was about to ask something, her mouth was stuffed with a bun, so she had to eat first.

Xiu Yan arrived at the cafeteria right at this moment.

She was just about to get some food when her gaze caught sight of the girl holding a cup of milk.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and her face showed a trace of disbelief.

Xiu Yan didn’t go back but told the few boys following her that she felt unwell before returning to the Xiu Family.

Feng Hua had done this many times before, always with ease, and she trusted him, so she didn’t concern herself.

Feng Hua partied hard, and usually, the girls ended up in the hospital afterwards.

But why was she seeing an unharmed Ying Zijin here?

As if sensing her astonishment, the girl slowly lifted her head, her phoenix eyes cold and clear.

They met Xiu Yan’s gaze directly.

Xiu Yan’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly concealed her reaction, even managing a smile as she walked in her high heels towards the buffet window to grab breakfast.

But she had no appetite for her meal.

After a sip of porridge, Xiu Yan hurriedly left the cafeteria.

She went into the grove and took out her phone.

Naturally, Xiu Yan wouldn’t call Feng Hua at a time like this; instead, she called the manager of Dynasty KTV.

But the manager’s phone was off.

Xiu Yan furrowed her brow and instructed the Xiu Family people to investigate.

Five minutes later, she got a message.@@novelbin@@

[Miss, we found out. Young Master Feng and his friends were carried out of Dynasty KTV; they were all unconscious, with blood on their faces and bodies.]

[They are all in the intensive care unit at the hospital now, and Patriarch Feng is going mad.]

Xiu Yan’s frown deepened.

Could it be that Ying Zijin was the one who did this to Feng Hua and his friends?

But how could a girl possibly match men in strength?

Yet, if it wasn’t Ying Zijin who did it, it had nothing to do with her.

It was just that Feng Hua was too useless, unable even to deal with a little girl.

Xiu Yan’s expression was indifferent as she sent another command.

[Send a message to Patriarch Feng, telling him that the person who did this to his son is Ying Zijin who participated in the ISC international finals.]

[From Shanghai City, no background, easy to handle.]

**

When Patriarch Feng received these two messages, he was in the hospital, thundering his rage.

Feng Hua remained unconscious, and the doctors were all frantically trying to save him.

He had hurried over but had not yet seen what condition his son was left in.

But since he was in the intensive care unit, it was clear the injuries were severe.

Feng Hua was his only son, a child born late in life, whom he was not willing even to scold or hit. Yet someone had the audacity to attack his son?

“Ying Zijin?” Patriarch Feng slowly enunciated the three syllables, his expression darkening, “Now send someone to the ISC training camp, grab her and bring her over, and dislocate her arm first.”

Then he changed his mind in a flash. “No, have her come over herself. Huahua is here, not knowing if he’s dead or alive, she must come over and take care of him.”