The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

As the sunlight grew more piercing, Ying Zijin put on her hat: “I know.”

“So I was thinking, could it have been the Number One Poison Master who killed him?” Rita analyzed seriously, “Look, only a Poison Master could kill someone so subtly and leave no evidence behind.”

Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment.

She couldn’t refute that.

The Gun God Ranking seventh rank was indeed killed by her.

However, she didn’t clean up the scene; if there were no traces, it must have been Fu Yunshen who swept up after her.

“Anyway, no matter what, thanks to his luck, with him dead, I moved up a spot in the rankings,” Rita flipped her hair seductively, “I used to be eighty-eight.”

“I can give you Calming Flower,” Ying Zijin considered for a while, “but I have one condition.”

“Tell me, if I can satisfy it, I’ll definitely make it happen.”

“I want to accompany you to meet this Number One Poison Master.”

“Sure, no problem,” Rita agreed immediately, “It’s just a trade, I’m asking her to treat my father.”

Ying Zijin’s gaze shifted subtly.

“Wait a moment, I have something for you,” Rita signaled to a middle-aged man not too far away, “Myron, bring the item.”

The middle-aged man quickly came forward, carrying a case.

“This is a gun from my collection,” Rita opened the case, “It’s usable, but it’s not very powerful, because its casing is made of gold and diamonds, just for aesthetics.”

“Take it as our reconciliation gift.”

Ying Zijin didn’t refuse, she gestured to one side: “These are for you.”

Rita picked up one of the small jars: “What’s this?”

“Brightening facial mask.”

Those four words made Rita decisively pack it up, she blew a whistle and smiled, “Eastern beauty, when you have time, I’ll invite you over to our place for some penne.”

She waved her hand and boarded another airplane.

**

Five hours later.

The airplane once again arrived in Shanghai City.

The weather in August was extremely muggy, like a furnace.

“Let’s go, kid, this is for you,” Fu Yunshen patted her head, “You’ve been tired these past few days, go home and have a good sleep.”

Yun Shan tactfully didn’t follow, using the excuse that he had things to do, he left.

The two of them drove back.

Along the way, Ying Zijin saw someone selling mung bean soup and sour plum drink by the roadside, an old grandmother.

She was sitting on a small stool, with two boxes in front of her.

“I’ll buy a cup,” Ying Zijin turned her head, “Do you want one?”

She seemed to have never seen him drink anything other than nourishing tea.

“Hmm,” Fu Yunshen didn’t refuse this time, parking the car, “Get the room-temperature ones, the stomach is important.”

Ying Zijin got out of the car and walked over to the stall.

She took two cups of mung bean soup and was about to scan to pay.

The old grandmother wiped her hands with a towel and hesitated for a moment: “Young lady, do you have cash?”

Ying Zijin looked up: “Cash?”

Nowadays, most transactions were done online, and it was rare for people to carry cash.

“It’s not really anything.” The old grandma sighed, “Today’s technology is too advanced, I don’t understand any of it, and my son helped me set up this QR code.”

She wiped the corners of her slightly reddened eyes, a bit embarrassed: “All the money from scanning goes to his account, and today I wanted to buy some vegetables, make a soup for my husband, so I thought to ask if any of you had cash.”

Ying Zijin’s hand paused, and only then did she notice that the avatar in the payment code was of a middle-aged man.

Clearly, it was not the old grandmother’s WeChat account.

Her eyes closed slightly, understanding what was going on.

Seeing her silence, the old grandma quickly said, “If you don’t have any change, it’s okay, just transfer the payment.”

“I do, Grandma.” Fu Yunshen, who had walked over at some point, took out a dozen hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, smiled, and said, “Here you go.”

“This is too much, too much.” The old grandma had never seen so much money; she got a shock and hastily pushed it away, “A cup of mung bean soup is four yuan, eight yuan is enough.”

“Eight yuan won’t even buy you half a chicken.” Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelashes, “How about this, if you feel I’m at a loss, then sell the rest to me.”

The old grandma was somewhat at a loss.

Fu Yunshen had already bent down, picked up the bag, and started filling it with mung bean soup and sour plum drink, his voice light, “Your son doesn’t give you money?”

The old grandma looked down, sighed, “He’s also struggling, he probably forgot, parents and children shouldn’t keep score.”

Ying Zijin watched their movements, her hand pressing against her chest.

She had always been aware that she had a significant flaw in her body, she lacked a heart.

This ‘heart’ doesn’t refer to the organ.

It refers to the heart that allows one to feel emotional fluctuations towards external things and the world.

She knew what love and hate were, and she had emotions, but she couldn’t feel them.

In terms of feelings, she was like a robot.

But at this moment, she seemed to be able to feel the warmth of human affection.

It appeared that she was slowly recovering.

After buying all the mung bean soup and sour plum drink, Fu Yunshen, carrying the bag, said, “This should last you quite a while.”

Seeing the girl staring at one place, he bent his finger and tapped it on her forehead, chuckling, “Yaoyao, what are you daydreaming about?”

“It’s nothing.” Ying Zijin came back to her senses, looking at him, she suddenly gave him a hug, “Thank you.”

A regular gesture, not particularly intimate.

No different from the hugs between friends when greeting or meeting.

After all, he had carried her before, and they had hugged before.

Fu Yunshen’s body tensed for a moment, but soon relaxed.

His fingers moved slightly, his peach-blossom eyes smiling, “Kid, does this count as flirting?”

“Probably not, at most it counts as—” Ying Zijin took a cup of mung bean soup from his hand, her tone still cool, “taking a little advantage of you.”

“…”

**

Verdant Middle School’s remedial classes are of two kinds.

The first is school-wide, after exams there’s a month of classes before the summer break.

The second is after the school-wide remedial classes, students choose whether to continue attending classes or to take a holiday according to their own will.

So after August, fewer people come to school.

However, the students from the Elite Class come every day.

“Yuexuan, what are you thinking about?” Her deskmate waved a hand in front of her eyes, “You’ve been distracted these days?”

Ying Yuexuan snapped back to reality, her eyes drooping, “It’s nothing, I just haven’t seen my brother in a long time.”

Although Ying Tianlv hadn’t heard her conversation with Zhong Manhua that day, Ying Yuexuan could still feel a change in Ying Tianlv’s attitude towards her.

Before Ying Tianlv left Shanghai City to start a business, he used to take her to school, but this time he did not.

Ying Yuexuan couldn’t quite understand it.

She later thought that even if Ying Tianlv knew she wasn’t his biological sister, it wasn’t a big deal after all.

After all, Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting had known early on but still treated her very well.

“Your brother?” Her deskmate didn’t inquire much, just casually remarked, “Maybe he’s busy with something, don’t worry about it.”

Ying Yuexuan responded with a nod, then started working on the paper.

The girl continued, “Yuexuan, you can be at ease, even though your family adopted Ying Zijin, and she’s very impressive, you’re the biological one.”

“How can an adopted compare to a biological? She doesn’t even qualify as a cuckoo taking over the nest.”

Ying Yuexuan suddenly looked up, her usually gentle tone becoming somewhat stern for the first time, “Don’t say such things.”

The girl got startled, quickly changing the topic, “Yuexuan, I heard Mu Chenzhou is now living at your place. How is that going?”

Zhong Zhiwan had brought Mu Chenzhou to Verdant a few times, and they had seen him.

Indeed, he was a young master groomed by a major clan from The East, every action showing the grace of nobility.

“How is what?” Ying Yuexuan felt indifferent, “Men and women should keep their distance, I haven’t had much contact with him, and I don’t like him.”

The girl was puzzled, “Why not?”

Ying Yuexuan finished another paper, “Because he doesn’t like my sister.”

“Ying Zijin?” The girl was taken aback and then understood, “Probably Zhong Zhiwan said something about her to him too, sigh, how did we not realize she was such a person before.”

**

The Wen Family.

After Ying Zijin arrived at the residential area, Fu Yunshen didn’t leave but escorted her upstairs.

She had just reached the door, her key barely inserted, when her expression suddenly changed.

Wen Fengmian, hearing the sound of the key in the lock, came over to open the door, “Yaoyao, you’re back.”

Ying Zijin lifted her head, her gaze sweeping around the tiny sixty-square-meter room.

There was no sign of Wen Tinglan.