The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: 015 Foster Father

Editor: Henyee Translations

Fu Yunshen didn’t seem to care much, “Hmm?”

This time, the response from the other side came quickly.

“Three people, all on the assassination list, I’ve sent you the information.”

“Don’t die on me before we’ve even met.”

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered with a light laugh, “Don’t worry, I can at least manage a meeting.”

The red letters faded, and the screen finally returned to normal.

On the previously empty desktop, there appeared three folders, named—

Sharpshooter No.4; Killer No.5; Hypnotist No.7.

Fu Yunshen scanned them but didn’t open the folders to look.

He closed his laptop, stood up, glanced at his watch, and then left.

**

Today happened to be the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and there were many lantern sellers on the streets.

The midday sun at half-past twelve was brilliant yet not blinding, with just the right amount of warmth.

Ying Zijin turned her head and watched a group of kids skipping rope nearby, her gaze softening.

Used to days filled with violence, this sudden calm gave her an unreal feeling.

She tucked her hands in her pockets and leaned against the railing, idly enjoying the scenery while she sifted through her memories once more.

The Jiang Family had a charitable organization dedicated to providing scholarships to students in remote areas.

She just happened to be one of them, normally inconspicuous.

A year ago, Jiang Moyuan wanted to bring her to Shanghai City under the guise of sponsoring her education at Verdant Middle School.

A sudden decision.

She wasn’t very willing at the time, as her foster father Wen Fengmian suffered from severe asthma and needed care.

But Wen Fengmian said that his life had already been set in its ways and couldn’t change, so he hoped that she could go out and have a better future.

However, no one expected such an outcome from going out.

The Ying Family took her back but did so by adopting her.

Because Ying Zhenting suppressed the scandal of the Ying Family losing their young lady by having the foster daughter replace her identity, including her name and date of birth.

Initially, Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting were rather good to her.

Until Luwei got hurt for the first time, until she repeatedly made a fool of herself in the elite circle.

Also, compared to Luwei — the premier socialite and young lady of the Ying Family — a foster daughter from a small county simply couldn’t compete.

Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes.

The memories in her mind were one-sided and weren’t enough to glimpse the full extent of the events.

It was a pity that even with her current ability for Divine Calculation, she couldn’t directly see her complete past and future here.

But then again, diviners typically do not divine for themselves.

Her memory told her that since her return to the Ying Family, they forbade any contact with her previous family.

Fearing that she would return to her old ways, they forcefully severed her connection with the Wen Family.

Zhong Manhua was so worried she’d run away that she locked her ID card away in a cupboard, repeatedly reminding her that she was the young lady of the Ying Family and shouldn’t go to Qingshui County to be burdened by those impoverished people. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

As for Wen Fengmian, they had already given the Wen Family a hundred thousand yuan; they should be content with that.

People from a small county probably have never seen so much money.

Though Qingshui County wasn’t far from Shanghai City, only a bit over two hundred kilometers away, but as Luwei’s living blood bank, she was constantly watched.

So for a year now, she hadn’t been able to visit Qingshui County even once.

That’s what being ungrateful truly meant.

Ying Zijin pulled out her ID card from her pocket and looked at it, feeling somewhat troubled.