The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: 021 A box of children’s books

Editor: Henyee Translations

The fireworks outside the window burst into bloom, scattering light that illuminated his picturesque features.

The slightly curved peach blossom eyes seemed to contain the entire galaxy, deep and captivating.

Ying Zijin watched him for a while before she slowly took out a tissue from her pocket with a delay and handed it over, “…Sorry.”

Fu Yunshen didn’t take it.

“It’s fine.” He bent down and, just like last time, gently patted the girl’s head, his movements light, as if he were teasing a kitten, his lips curved in a smile, “Big brother doesn’t mind.”

The little one was still very well-behaved.

But Ying Zijin was lost in thought, pondering.

It was not until a slender hand waved in front of her and then lightly tapped her forehead that she snapped out of it.

From above her, a chuckle fell.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” Ying Zijin returned to her senses, rolled up her sleeves, poured flour into the bowl, and added some water.

She was just considering what to give Fu Yunshen.

A cat or a dog, perhaps, to satisfy his fondness for head patting.

Otherwise, if this went on, she might actually end up bald.

After that, the two of them didn’t engage in much conversation, one boiling water and the other chopping vegetables—all harmonious.

In the living room, Wen Fong Mian was happily talking to Wen Tinglan, the atmosphere warm and jovial.

Ying Zijin’s gaze steadied.

She didn’t have many memories from her childhood; by the time she could remember anything, she was already with the Wen Family.

Wen Fong Mian had to care for two children and was overwhelmingly busy.

In the year Wen Tinglan turned five, he suffered a great trauma, adding to the Wen Family’s burdens.

While studying, she would also go out and find odd jobs, but even then, the three of them barely scrapped by, just managing to stave off hunger.

No wonder the Ying Family, when they came to find her, convinced Wen Fong Mian to let her go, as the Ying Family could provide her with better resources.

But through it all, Wen Fong Mian never considered himself.

Ying Zijin lowered her eyes.

She would protect them.

**

Two days later.

The weather had warmed up, the sun shone high, and the temperature had climbed to 20 degrees Celsius; it seemed like the snow from a few days ago was just an illusion.

The girl wore a black hoodie, casual and laid-back. She had one hand in her pocket and the other holding an ice cream cone.

The young man following her was carrying two cups of milk tea, clearly a bit helpless, “Sis, since when did you start liking sweets?”

Ying Zijin finished the cone in just a few bites, “Life is too bitter, need to sweeten it up a bit.”

The cuisine of the twenty-first century was not bad; she actually found some enjoyment in it.

Wen Tinglan, however, misunderstood her words. He fell silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, “Sis, are you not living with us?”

“Not for now.” Ying Zijin hummed, “I still have some issues to resolve, you guys settle in without worries.”

After dinner that day, she had discussed with Wen Fong Mian about moving them to Shanghai City. Initially, he disagreed, worrying it would cause her trouble, but later he agreed.

She spent four million to purchase an eighty-square-meter apartment between the inner and outer ring roads and furnished it, settling Wen Fong Mian in.

With Wen Fong Mian coming to Shanghai City, Wen Tinglan naturally decided to transfer to Verdant.

He had received an invitation from Verdant long ago, but had always declined it.

As for the Ying Family…

Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes.

Her ability for Divine Calculation had not yet recovered, but when it came to Divination, everything still depended on cause and effect.

The cause and effect between her and the Ying Family had not been completely severed; she couldn’t leave for the time being.

Moreover, while observing the future, she discovered something crucial.

It was related to the Ying Family, but the details were blurry.

Staying with the Ying Family, she could investigate more effectively.

Wen Tinglan frowned, “But those people…”

He could hardly imagine just how much his sister had to endure in the Ying Family that she now had to eat sweets to cope.

“Don’t worry.” Ying Zijin said nonchalantly, “Beating them up is a small matter.”