The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 303: The bigwigs are everywhere, telling fortunes [2 more updates]

Ying Zijin rubbed her head and opened her eyes to look over.

Her brows and eyes drooped slightly, adding a touch of icy coolness to the slight irritation she concealed.

What Xiu Yu showed her was a video.

The video was taken from a selfie angle, and the protagonist was a 17-year-old blonde girl.

The girl spoke in English, interjecting with a few Latin terms from time to time, some of which were obscure and difficult to understand.

However, there were Chinese subtitles underneath the video, which essentially conveyed that the girl knew about a number one on the ISC global ranking from Hua Country, very impressive indeed, and she wanted to challenge this global ranking number one in the international finals.

The microblog trending search rankings went like this.

No.1: #Irina, global ranking number one#

No.2: #Challenge from Country Y#

“This genius is challenging you,” Xiu Yu said. “Daddy Ying, you’re now famous all over the world.”

As she watched, she grew angry, “But this Irina is way too arrogant, even saying you’re not worthy to be her opponent. She hopes you can last three rounds under her at the final competition, pah, what nonsense…”

She had also unintentionally seen Ying Zijin’s answering interface that day and learned that Ying Zijin was the top of the overall ranking.

Jiang Ran didn’t know either, let alone anyone else.

Ying Zijin watched the video again and thought about it for a while.

She had also gotten more information about Irina from Zuo Li and had even inquired with Yu Xuesheng regarding hypnotism.

Yu Xuesheng said that strong Hypnotists could indeed help people tap into the potential of their brains, but it would also bring serious harm.

Even if the patient requested it, he wouldn’t do it.

As for what exactly Irina was all about, Ying Zijin didn’t really care.

She turned on her phone and indeed found many more comments on her Shark Live streaming account.

[God-level player, you should record a video too, to put her in her place!]

[Those people on foreign websites are starting to belittle our country again, God-level player, come on, show them how awesome you are.]

[This Irina, if she wants to challenge, let her challenge, who says she can drag us down?]

Ying Zijin casually glanced over and then closed her private message box.

After that, she calmly changed her profile picture.

A black background with white text.

Eight words, stark and clear.

This person is deceased, for matters, burn paper.

The fans who were eagerly waiting for a call to action so they could fight: “…”

Xiu Yu: “???”

So that was an option.

Irina’s challenge had indeed stirred up several major social networks around the globe.

Netizens were also waiting for a response from the global ranking number one, but it never came.

So after watching the excitement for a while, they dispersed again.

After closing Shark Live, Ying Zijin saw notifications light up on another chat app on her phone.

It was the official chat software of Norton University.

The only person who sent her messages there was one person.

The Vice Principal.

[Please don’t tell me that you are the global ranking number one in the ISC?]

The tone was very cautious.

Ying Zijin lowered her eyes and sent three words back.

[Any problems?]

The Vice Principal replied with a string of ellipses.

[Great, I can finally let the professors in the Admissions Department give up:）]

What was this?

This was the presence of a big shot everywhere.

The Vice Principal felt a bit of pain in his heart but couldn’t do anything about it.

He feared that if he said anything more, he would be blocked.

With sighs, the Vice Principal only hoped the Principal would quickly find the Alchemical materials he was after so that he could be under less pressure.

Even though, even with the Principal’s return, it wouldn’t change much.

**

Old Master Fu had been in the hospital for just three days before he became unwilling to stay any longer.

He insisted on being discharged, and no one could stop him.

Given the old man’s stubbornness, they had to follow his wishes.

Fu Yunshen complied with his wishes and took him to the Zhong Family’s home.

Old Master Fu lay in bed, beginning to rest.

Fu Yunshen, hearing his steady breathing, stood by the bed for a while longer before getting up to close the door.

“Xiao Qi, wait,” Old Master Fu suddenly opened his eyes, “What were you planning to do today originally?”

He had stayed in the hospital for as long as Fu Yunshen had accompanied him.

“Hmm?” Fu Yunshen turned his head, “Yaoyao’s school is having an open day, and I’m planning to go take a look.”

Every year in late October, Verdant Middle School hosts an open day and also holds a parent-teacher conference to report on the progress of the academic year.

Moreover, the scenery at Verdant Middle School is very nice, so many people go there to take photos as mementos.

“Then you go, you go.” Old Master Fu was energized, “You staying here is just watching me sleep, what’s the fun in that? You should mingle more with young people.”

While Old Man Zhong was absent, he had to take the opportunity to create chances for the two youngsters.

Maybe one day sparks would fly, “whoosh—”, that would be thrilling.

Seeing that Fu Yunshen remained silent, Old Master Fu continued to urge, “Hurry up and go, if you don’t go, grandpa will be angry.”

“Grandpa, no matter what you say today, it won’t matter.” Fu Yunshen sat on the chair, “You’re right, I’m just here to watch you sleep.”

Old Master Fu: “…”

That stinky boy, he has no sense of crisis.

This point is really unlike him.

Back when he was young, he already knew how to write love letters.

Old Master Fu closed his eyes angrily, turned over, and unfeelingly left his back to Fu Yunshen.

**

After resting for a few more days, Old Master Fu finally managed to escape from Fu Yunshen’s care.

He secretly went out for a stroll by himself and didn’t return to the Zhong Family home until the evening, only to see his prospective granddaughter-in-law talking to Old Master Zhong about something.

Old Master Fu stroked his chin, feeling quite regretful.

It was such a pity.

His granddaughter-in-law was not yet of age, let alone of age to get married; otherwise, he could have dragged the two of them straight to the civil affairs bureau.

“Hey, Old Man Fu, my granddaughter can tell fortunes.” Master Zhong saw Old Master Fu return and was smug, “Have her read yours too; she was just looking at my palmistry and estimated I could live to be 108 years old.”

No one doesn’t want a long life.

Especially the elderly.

This year Master Zhong is seventy-eight years old, so according to that prediction, he would still have thirty years.

For an ordinary person, that is indeed a long life.

But Master Zhong didn’t take it seriously.

Who can calculate one’s lifespan so accurately?

Even the well-known Feng Shui Masters online couldn’t do it.

Master Zhong took it as Ying Zijin trying to make him happy, but he was pleased nonetheless.

“Is that so?” Old Master Fu smiled, seeming in a much better mood, and walked over, “Well then, have a look at mine too.”

“Not just have a look, I’ve already told you that my granddaughter can do it all.” Master Zhong was even more proud, “Old Man Fu, stretch out your right hand and let Zijin have a look.”

Although Master Zhong didn’t know why palmistry required looking at the right hand.

But he had just heard Ying Zijin say that there’s a belief in palmistry—

The right hand is predestined, the left hand is postnatal.

The rough idea is that the influence of the right hand is greater than that of the left hand.

So in palm reading, the left hand is used to supplement the right hand.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Fu perked up a bit.

He slowly straightened up and spread out his right hand.

From top to bottom, the three deep lines in order are the heart line, head line, and life line.

These three lines are also known as the “Heaven line,” “Earth line,” and “Human line.”

They are the most important of all the lines in the palm.

Other lines such as the marriage line, career line, etc., are supplemental.

“How about it?” Old Master Fu asked calmly, in good humor, “How does my palmistry look?”

“Looking at the heart line, Grandpa Fu met the love of his life at the age of 18.” Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped, speaking unhurriedly, “However, due to the wars at that time, Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu were only able to officially be together seven years later, when you got married and had four sons and a daughter.”

Surprised at this point, Old Master Fu became serious.

“Zijin, you’re amazing.” Elder Zhong couldn’t help speaking up, “Believe it or not, they did indeed get married around that time.”

“Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu were very much in love.” Ying Zijin continued, “It’s just that Grandma Fu passed away early, so Grandpa Fu’s heart line cannot be said to be good, nor can it be said to be bad.”

Old Master Fu nodded, “What about the head line?”

“There’s nothing much to look at in the head line.” Master Zhong waved his hand dismissively, “But surely, your head line can’t be better than mine, since you can’t beat me at chess.”

Old Master Fu smiled and did not refute: “That’s true, after all, you have such a smart granddaughter, I can’t compare.”

Hearing this, Master Zhong nearly pulled his beard: “Old Man Fu, I think you’ve really been sick lately.”

Normally, upon hearing such remarks, Old Master Fu could argue with him non-stop for an hour.

But these days, he had actually started to flatter him.

This was serious.

Elder Zhong harrumphed: “Now for the life line, Zijin, calculate how long your Grandpa Fu can live.”

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped, and for the first time, her eyes narrowed sharply.

From this life line, she determined Old Master Fu’s longevity.