The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 310: He loves her, torturing the scum [3 more updates]

As they got closer, the mist brought by the heavy rain dispersed, and the girl’s features gradually became clear.

For a moment, Fu Yunshen thought he was having a hallucination.

Who would come here in the middle of the night during a heavy downpour?

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes moved slightly, his lips curved into a smile, as if he was mocking himself with a soft voice, “Dreaming again…

Last night, he hadn’t dreamt about Old Master Fu, nor about Yan Yuehua and Fu Liuying, he only dreamt of one person.

Ying Zijin.

Dreams are a miraculous thing, a manifestation of a person’s subconscious.

He remembered the very first time he encountered her on the snowy streets.

He was never a good man and had killed people, his hands stained with blood during the process of seeking his enemy.

At that time, he only intended to have Nie Chao save her so that they would afterwards pass by each other like strangers.

But she didn’t let anyone save her; she resolved it herself.

That was why he stopped in his tracks for her.

In her, he saw himself; they would both fight back.

So he made a decision, he would protect her.

Indeed, he always saw her as a little friend, as a sister, until yesterday.

She ordered food for him, reminded her to eat, and stood up for him in front of so many people.

All suppressed emotions exploded in an instant.

He thought, besides her, he would never love anyone else again.

But he really couldn’t bear to let her step into hatred with him.

His Yaoyao should, like other kids, have the best things in the world, and should never see any darkness.

Ying Zijin was still holding an umbrella with one hand and then squatted down.

Her other hand, which was free, took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe the rainwater off his face.

Her voice was, as always, light, “Officer, come to your senses, it’s nighttime now.”

Hearing these words, Fu Yunshen’s shoulders tensed, and he slowly raised his head.

This time, he saw her clearly.

All defenses were dropped in an instant, and he smiled, “It really is you, little friend.”

This familiar tone of voice, apart from their family’s child, belonged to no one else.

Ying Zijin didn’t speak, her eyelashes lowered as she wiped every drop of water off his face, bit by bit.

Her fingers occasionally brushed his cheek, leaving a clear touch, with a bit of warmth.

The rainstorms in Shanghai City always come quickly and leave just as rapidly.

In a matter of minutes, the heavy rain stopped, and the clouds scattered.

After the rain, the Moon and the Stars revealed themselves, the world was quiet and serene.

After Ying Zijin had finished wiping his face, she paused and then softly said, “Fu Yunshen, happy birthday.”

This was the first time she called him by his name.

Fu Yunshen turned his head, only then noticing that the girl was also holding a bag with a cake box and candles inside.

From birth to now, he’d only celebrated his birthday twice, once when he turned one, and once when he turned eighteen at his coming-of-age ceremony.

He didn’t like celebrating birthdays; birthdays constantly reminded him of the lives he carried on his shoulders.

Fu Yunshen took a deep breath.

He’d never felt before how his heart could beat so wildly, almost as if it would leap out of his chest.

Ying Zijin took out two ground mats, handed one to him, and then sat down beside him.

As she was taking the cake box out of the bag, she said, “I might not have told you about my own experiences.”

Fu Yunshen pressed his chest, “Hmm?”

“Actually, I’ve died once,” Ying Zijin said softly, “Back then, I was in a dead end, there was no other way, someone had to die.”

If she hadn’t died, she wouldn’t have come back to Earth.

Looking back now, a blessing may come in disguise.

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes quivered, “Yaoyao, you—”

“It’s okay, it’s all in the past,” Ying Zijin said calmly, “I told you about my best friend, didn’t I? At the time, she was holding on to me, not letting me die.”

Fu Yunshen remembered Dudu, “Brother remembers.”

“I told her then—” Ying Zijin leaned back against a stone, “Jun Muqian, look up.”

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen also looked up.

After the heavy rain, it was a galaxy, with Stars shining marvelously.

Close by, was the girl’s voice drifting in the wind.

“I am the cloud, I am the wind, I am the stars, I am the moon, wherever you see, I will be there.”

“I am always here.”

Fu Yunshen looked up at the sky, silent, his gaze growing deeper and deeper.

“They say that after people die, they become stars and hang in the sky,” Ying Zijin said as she finished cutting the cake, “No matter what, we will always be with you.”

Fu Yunshen glanced sideways, his peach blossom eyes deeply restrained.

When he looked at someone, it gave a feeling of deep affection.

As if he had made a decision, his lips curled into a real smile, “Thank you, Yaoyao, I understand.”

“Hmm, I thought you were going to tell me—” Ying Zijin inserted the candles as well, “It’s so cold today, kid, remember to wear long johns, don’t catch a cold.”

“…”

Fu Yunshen turned around, raised his hand, and poked her face, “Kid, you’re really cute today.”

Ying Zijin paused for a moment and glanced at him, “You’re not right.”

It couldn’t be that he’d gotten rain on his brain from standing out in it for a while, could it?

Fu Yunshen took the paper plate from her hand and lit the candles.

He had made up his mind.

He wanted to work hard to climb out of the darkness, so that he could give her a bright future.

**

Elsewhere.

The Fu family’s old residence.

Ian followed Yun Shan and Yun Wu and squatted outside.

They had been squatting there for three hours.

Ian had just arrived from O continent without changing his clothes and was feeling cold.

He couldn’t help but hug himself tighter, “Why not just go in directly? Are you worried about getting arrested for breaking into someone’s home?”

“What do you know?” Yun Shan snorted coldly, “We’re waiting for that old hag to get up at night, we’re going to do it in front of her.”

“Old hag?” Ian thought for a moment, “Fu Mingcheng’s wife.”

“The light’s on,” Yun Wu suddenly spoke, “Let’s go, inside.”

Before Ian could react, the two brothers had already charged into the Fu family’s old house.

The sound of the door being kicked open startled Madam Fu, who had gone to the kitchen for water.

She walked out quickly and before she had time to react, she saw Yun Shan and Yun Wu go upstairs and tie down a still-sleeping Fu Yichen.

Fu Yichen was suddenly awakened and seeing the familiar faces, he screamed in fear, “Mom, save me! It’s them, it was them last time too, save me quickly!”

“Yichen!” Watching the scene unfold before her, Madam Fu’s vision darkened, and she nearly fainted, “Who are you? Let go of Yichen now!”

“Old hag, don’t rush,” Yun Shan sneered, “Your son owes our young master a debt, repay that first, and you’ll be next.”

He didn’t give Fu Yichen the chance to speak, stuffing a stinky sock into his mouth.

Madam Fu, all by herself, was no match for Yun Shan and Yun Wu.

She could only watch as Fu Yichen was taken away.

“Who is your young master?” Madam Fu’s mind buzzed, “When did our Fu family offend your young master?”

She and Fu Mingcheng had always been very careful, never offending any significant figures.

Nobody in Shanghai City would have dared to barge into the Fu residence so recklessly.

“You’ll find out,” Yun Shan sneered again, “What’s owed to the young master, we’ll make you repay tenfold, a hundredfold.”

Madam Fu stood still in place, and only after a long while did she shakily pick up the phone and call Fu Mingcheng.

**

Fu Yichen was tied up and brought to an empty villa.

On the way there, he was so scared he had wet himself, “Big brothers, I really didn’t do anything, I’m a good citizen, I wouldn’t even dare to step on an ant. Please let me go back, whatever it is, I’ll be willing to do anything, to go through fire and water!”

He had thought that once Old Master Fu was gone, and Fu Yunshen had no backing, everything from the Fu family would fall onto him and Fu Yihan.

The beautiful dream hadn’t even come true yet, and it was already shattered.

“You didn’t do anything?” Yun Shan kicked him, “Then tell me, wasn’t it you who locked our young master in the secret room and tried to kill him with poisonous snakes?”

“Wasn’t it you who swapped our young master’s food for poisoned food, wanting him dead?”

Yun Shan grabbed Fu Yichen’s collar, “Fu Yichen, since you’ve come, don’t even think about leaving alive.”

Hearing this, Fu Yichen broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly screamed, “Your… your young master is Fu Yunshen?!”

He suddenly remembered a blind spot that he had overlooked for a long time.

He had been locked up by Fu Yunshen for several days, barely getting any food.

Fu Yunshen had also dealt with the household guards cultivated by Fu Mingcheng.

But Fu Mingcheng and Madam Fu had always told him that his brain was bad, saying that Fu Yunshen was just a wastrel with no real power.

Since nothing had happened afterwards, Fu Yichen had nearly forgotten all about it.

Trembling, Fu Yichen raised his head and saw Yun Wu carrying in two large cages.

There were thirty venomous snakes inside.

Included among them were the highly poisonous king cobra and the pit viper.