The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 311: 300 Retribution [1 Update]

Fu Yichen watched as Yun Wu brought in thirty venomous snakes, his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground.

His body shook like a sieve, “What do you, what do you want to do?” he stammered.

Fu Yichen knew they were snakes but didn’t know which species.

He was not diligent about the mundane affairs of life, let alone identifying poisonous snakes.

But he wasn’t blind, these snakes looked more terrifying one than the other, and they kept hissing, their tongue flickering continuously irritating his eardrums, nearly splitting his liver and gallbladder with fear.

“Oh, you don’t recognize them?” Yun Shan pointed to one of the snakes and explained very thoughtfully, “This is a King Cobra, its venom contains neurotoxins and cardiotoxins.”

“One bite could kill you instantly.”

He pointed to another patterned snake, “This is a Lancehead, a snake even more poisonous than the King Cobra. The lethal dose of its venom is only 0.12 milligrams, see if you can escape it.”

“And this one.” Yun Shan’s finger landed on a green snake, “This is a Green Mamba, pretty isn’t it? But it can cause you to die from heart failure.”

Even Ian, listening by the side, was breaking out in a cold sweat, let alone Fu Yichen.

Fu Yichen wanted to faint, but due to extreme fear, he remained tensely conscious.

He suddenly remembered something from a very long time ago, nearly twenty years had passed, but the scenes resurfaced in his mind clearly at that moment.

Back then, Fu Yunshen was only three years old.

A very pretty little boy, but he neither cried nor laughed, always cold, always watching others with his pale amber pupils.

Fu Yichen hated this suddenly emerging little brother, but Old Master Fu liked him, and he was jealous.

He bullied Fu Yunshen frequently, taking advantage of being older, but he never came out ahead and sometimes even suffered the consequences of his actions.

Until one time, Fu Mingcheng warned him not to go near the room at the far end of the fourth floor because it contained poisonous snakes that could kill a person.

In a moment of malice, Fu Yichen took the opportunity to lock Fu Yunshen in that room and even made sure the door was securely locked.

Afterward, he happily went to the amusement park with Madam Fu, completely forgetting about what he had done.

Fu Yichen thought a three-year-old child certainly couldn’t survive.

But three days later, he saw Fu Yunshen, seriously injured yet alive, having been taken to the hospital by Old Master Fu.

Nobody knew how Fu Yunshen got out.

Not even Fu Yunshen himself.

Sometimes, the will to survive can unleash unprecedented potential.

If he wanted revenge, he had to stay alive.

Even if he was covered in cuts and bruises.

“It, it has nothing to do with me!” Fu Yichen finally remembered everything, his cold sweat pouring down, he shouted, “It was my dad, all his doing! Go find him, go find him!”

“Don’t rush, don’t rush, Fu Mingcheng will have it worse, the young master will deal with him personally,” Yun Shan said, as he opened a cage, “You’ll find out soon enough, just watch the news later.”

The trained venomous snakes didn’t attack anyone else and began to slowly move towards Fu Yichen.

“You know this is murder, right?” Fu Yichen frantically backed away, “If I die, you’re finished too!”

“Relax.” Yun Shan grinned, his smile sinister, “You won’t die, you’ll just experience the sensation of near-death suffocation and the feeling of poison paralyzing your heart.”

“Once you’re close to death, we have an antidote and will inject you with it, then you’ll be bitten again, and we’ll administer the antidote again, repeating this process.”

“You locked up the young master for three days when he was only three years old, now you’re almost thirty, so us keeping you for thirty days is fair, right?”

Fu Yichen’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe his ears: “Madmen, you’re all madmen!”

At that moment, a Green Mamba lunged forward with a “whoosh” and bit into Fu Yichen’s arm.

The intense pain made him scream, and his vision darkened in waves.

Another snake, whose poison was not very strong, wrapped around his shoulder and flicked its tongue.

“How have you gone mad?” Yun Shan clapped his hands, “Isn’t this what you used to do? What goes around comes around, it’s just retribution, don’t say we’re bullying you.”

“You’re really clever.” Ian couldn’t help but praise, “How did you come up with this idea?”

It was downright twisted.

But he liked it.

“It wasn’t our idea.” Yun Shan shook his head, “We thought to just toss the kid into a den of wild snakes and let him fend for himself, but it was Miss Ying who came up with this, the antidote is also from her.”

“Impressive, indeed.” Ian thought for a moment, then asked, “Who is Miss Ying?”

Yun Shan fell silent for a moment: “She might be the only person who could keep the young master going.”

**

The Fu Family.

After receiving a call from Madam Fu, Fu Mingcheng hurried back from the Imperial Fragrance House factory.

His face was stern, “Did Fu Yichen do something bad again?”

Fu Mingcheng had always believed that the person was known to Old Master Fu.

If not, why would they have taken him away after Fu Yichen had caused Old Master Fu to faint from anger?

Since it was someone Old Master Fu knew, then Fu Yichen wouldn’t face any serious consequences—after all, Fu Yichen was still Old Master Fu’s grandson.

At most, it would just be a lesson.

“How could that be possible?” Madam Fu was so anxious she was nearly in tears, “After the last time he was beaten, he stayed at home quietly and didn’t cause any trouble.”

“Let’s look for people first,” Fu Mingcheng frowned, “I guess it’s just another kidnapping, starving him for a few meals—nothing serious. Su Lianghui just arrived on today’s flight, I still have to pick him up later, you keep an eye on things first.”

After saying this, he hurried off again.

To Fu Mingcheng, Fu Yichen was not as important as the partnership between Imperial Fragrance House and Biman.

As long as he could get the management rights of Imperial Fragrance House from Fu Yunshen’s hands today, he could cooperate with Biman in the afternoon.

Madam Fu was at a loss.

For some reason, she had a bad feeling, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Fu Mingcheng didn’t care, and Madam Fu had no other choice but to call Fu Yihan again.

**

Although the funeral of Old Master Fu had ended, Shanghai City was still seething with hidden turmoil.

This was the most unstable time for the Fu Family, and the best time for others to take advantage.

Families large and small were all eyeing eagerly.

After finalizing the plan against the Fu Corporation at the company, Jiang Moyuan drove back to the Jiang Family Old Mansion at noon.

On the way, his gaze shifted and he noticed a familiar figure.

The girl was standing in front of a milk tea shop, holding two cups of milk tea in one hand and scanning a code to pay with the other.

She was dressed in a misty grey long overcoat and wearing a beret; her waist-length dark hair was ethereal like mist.

A single silhouette was so beautiful it made one’s heart tremble.

It was impossible to associate her with the quiet and reticent countryside girl from Qingshui County.

Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips tightly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel before finally getting out of the car.

He approached her, not taking notice of the Maserati parked by the roadside.

Ying Zijin, having paid, was ready to get into her car.

“Xiao Jin,” Jiang Moyuan called out, “wait a moment.”

Ying Zijin paused in her steps and turned around.

“I heard you left the Ying Family,” Jiang Moyuan didn’t think his address was inappropriate, “then come to the Jiang Family. The Jiang Family is better than the Ying Family, and I can take good care of you.”

Ye Suhe had not yet arranged his engagement, and he was not bound by any engagement.

These days, he had finally understood why he felt relieved when Ye Suhe said she was going to break off the engagement with the Ying Family; it was because he realized he had someone he liked.

In the end, Ying Luwei also went to prison, and he had no more ties to her.

This statement caused Fu Yunshen, who was leaning against the passenger seat, to twitch his eyelashes, and his eyes opened.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jiang, you’re always so presumptuous,” Ying Zijin looked up with a polite attitude, yet cold enough to sting, “from the first time we met.”

“What did you say?” Jiang Moyuan was startled, his brows furrowing.

Their first meeting was when he went to Qingshui County for poverty alleviation, and he had asked her if she wanted to go to Shanghai City to study.

The tone might have been cold, but how was it presumptuous?

Ying Zijin didn’t look at him again; she opened the car door and took her seat behind the wheel.

Only then did Jiang Moyuan notice the other person, and his heart skipped a beat.

In the circle, they mocked Fu Yunshen for having no money, no power, no status, but no one mocked his face.

Such a face, even without anything, would still cause many to willingly sink.

“Because of him?” Jiang Moyuan took a deep breath, wanting only to scoff, “Without the Fu Family, what can he do? A wastrel scion, what will he use to protect you? His face?”

Hearing this, Ying Zijin turned her head and seriously took a moment to observe.

“Mr. Jiang, you needn’t worry about that,” Fu Yunshen said lazily, leaning back in his seat, his gentle light amber-colored pupils,” Yaoyao said she would provide for me.”

Just this statement turned Jiang Moyuan’s face increasingly pale.

This man, who was successful in his career, showed disbelief for the first time.

Jiang Moyuan had never seen Fu Yunshen like this before, able to declare living off a woman so openly, almost as if he was proud of it.

“She will provide for you?” Jiang Moyuan let out a scoff, “Fu Yunshen, you have some nerve. Why don’t you say—”

He couldn’t finish his next words, as they were blocked in his throat.

“Provide for you, little friend,” Ying Zijin handed the other cup of milk tea to Fu Yunshen, “It’s sweet, drink it while it’s hot.”