The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: 019 World’s largest university

Editor: Henyee Translations

The broad-shouldered and long-legged boy stood at the entrance of the courtyard, he paused for a few seconds before suddenly turning and running away.

Wen Fengmian was taken aback and called out, “Yuyu, why are you running?”

But the boy was already out of sight.

“Cough cough cough…” Annoyed, Wen Fengmian couldn’t help but cough again, “You see, why did he run off as soon as you came back?”

“Your health isn’t good, better go inside.” Ying Zijin patted his back, “I’ll go and have a look.”

Yuyu was Wen Fengmian’s biological son, his formal name Wen Tinglan, and got this nickname because he was sickly as a child.

They were not biological siblings, but their affection for one another was deeper than that of many real brothers and sisters.

“Yaoyao…” Wen Fengmian hesitated to speak and after a long while, he sighed, “Alright then.”

He smiled again, his eyes and brow serene, “I’ll make dinner for you. It’ll be ready when you come back.”

Ying Zijin nodded, “You can only make sweet rice balls.”

He shouldn’t even think about cooking with oil.

The herbs here were not aged enough; she needed to regulate Wen Fengmian’s health from all aspects.

Wen Fengmian coughed softly, somewhat uncomfortably, “Daddy understands, you go find Yuyu.”

There was almost an air of urgency to his words.

“If, when I come back, I find—” Ying Zijin glanced casually at the kitchen, her tone still fairly gentle, “You know what to do.”

Wen Fengmian suddenly felt that his daughter seemed somewhat fiercer on this return visit: “…”

Half helpless, half amused, he said, “Alright, Daddy will listen to you.”

Ying Zijin nodded and then left.

Watching his daughter’s retreating figure, Wen Fengmian sighed softly, his emotions complex and a hint of red rimming his eyes.

How could he not notice that she had lost much weight since her last visit?

Even when the household had been poor, he never let the two children suffer with their meals.

After Yaoyao returned to the Ying Family, what on earth happened?

Hadn’t the Ying Family said that they were bringing her back to live a better life?

Wen Fengmian furrowed his brow and pressed a hand to his chest, coughing again, full of worry.

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When Ying Zijin found Wen Tinglan, he was standing by the river alone, silently watching the distant fireworks, with eyes dark as the night, still as if there were no waves at all.

The night was heavy, and the cool breeze blew in gusts.

The surface of the river was covered with a thin layer of ice, reflecting the round moon above.

The boy was like the wind, his figure tall and upright.

Wearing white and black, he had an aura of noble elegance.

He was exactly the type that would make schoolgirls’ hearts flutter.

Ying Zijin walked up to him and pulled a lollipop out of her pocket, offering it to him, “Peach flavored.”

But Wen Tinglan didn’t take it, nor did he make a move.

He was laughing, a cold laughter: “I thought you would never come back for the rest of your life. What brought you back?”

No answer came.

After waiting a full ten minutes, the boy turned his head, his eyes and brow chillingly cold.

But upon seeing her at such close range, his expression suddenly changed.

The girl’s body was noticeably thinner than when they had parted a year ago, and with the moonlight, he could see the needle marks on her arms.

They were dense, numerous, countless.

They would not have been so obvious, but her skin was sickly pale, making them all the more prominent.

A shocking sight.

Wen Tinglan’s body stiffened, and as he stared at those needle marks, he spoke with a hoarse voice, “Sis, are you… sick?”

A year younger than her, yet he was already in his third year of high school and would be taking the college entrance exams in June. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}